King's Amber-hued eyes were dazzling, but they lacked life. Kane was determined, but something in King's eyes was bothering him. The man in front of him—King agreed to his request and asked his subordinates to leave without him.Now content with their privacy, Kane stared at the man seated beside him, where Stan had been sitting earlier. He had also asked Stan to leave when King's subordinates departed. "How was it?" Kane asked without looking at King, playing with his wine glass."What?" King asked, his tone playful and mischievous, unlike his usual cold and stoic demeanor.Kane faced King and was once again taken aback by his eyes. He was angry, but he knew better than to lash out. "How are you having fun with the company you stole and the hideous things you've done?" There was thick sarcasm in his voice. His anger had never really died down after all these years, and his goal had never vanished – he wanted the man in front of him to suffer.But King didn't budge, didn't say anything either, and what made it even more irritating was his smirk. He just smirked at Kane and drank his own wine, as if he wasn't talking to him. So Kane laughed dryly, and he caught King's attention."There will be an auction later. Just one item, that's the main event," Kane informed King, standing up. "Cabecilla." Kane left him at the table. The word alone made King freeze in his place. He was just sipping wine, thinking. Until the main event started. There was indeed an auction – the black diamond painting. People were gaping over it, but King was no fool to think it was just a simple auction. It was rather a threat.As bids went higher and higher, Kane's smile became more radiant, and King could see it from where he was seated. Cabecilla – that's what he was called. The leader of a group of people who were doing something wrong or committing misconduct. King chuckled softly while leaning on the leather seat. He knew very well what Kane wanted, and he would give it to him anyway.He simply raised his paddle. "350 million pesos." Everyone gasped. No one dared to bid higher. That's the amount of the black diamond itself! Just how can a painting be matched for a real diamond? Everyone thought the same thing. This would definitely be all over the news again tomorrow.Just then, Kane flashed a victorious smile at King, and King simply raised his glass, as if toasting with the wine. All of King's men looked at each other with shock and confusion. Their boss's action was too impulsive, catching all of them off guard. The painting must have held huge significance for this to happen.Meanwhile, Kane was still staring at King. He was glad King could tell it was a threat. He was a peril in action, and all he wanted was to bring King down and take what was his – everything King had. It was his and his alone. In his eyes, King was nothing but a thief and... a murderer.'Now watch me. This is the Art of revenge.'"Congratulations, Kane, you seem to have gotten your way again," Stan said, grinning from ear to ear.The party continued, with many people congratulating Kane and the media trying to get his statement. Investors were flooding in, and he was too occupied to look in King's direction once again. He lost sight of him. He didn't mind it, though, until he felt someone put something in his side pocket.He searched everywhere but didn't see anyone, nor did Stan, who was busy talking to some business tycoons. When he was finally alone, sipping his wine, he retrieved whatever was in his pocket. It was a paper with a quote on it. 'This is your last act, I don't know how to protect you anymore.'His eyebrow raised at that, and he was actually thrilled. His eyes wandered until his search paused on a pair of shoes that stopped just beside him. It was the guy beside King earlier – the one who looked like King's right-hand man."Pleasure to meet you, I'm Raze Alconde," he said, offering a handshake, and Kane took it with grace. "Pleasure to meet you too.""My boss sure likes your work a lot. I'm also an aspiring artist; mind telling me your secret?" There was a lopsided smile from Raze, and Kane could sense that the guy in front of him was trying to be friendly. He also answered in a friendly manner in return."No secret, just hard work." He even winked, and they both chuckled. Raze actually laughed. "I need to work harder then." He was still grinning until he bid Kane goodbye."Anyways, I'll go back. Nice meeting you Mr. Vitali, boss wants to tell you to take care by the way," Raze said, turning around after that.'Nice joke'. Kane could only grimace.He spent the night drinking and sometimes talking to Stan or to some businessmen, art spectators, or media personnel. He was planning to go home now that the event was over, but then he received a message from an unknown sender. 'Your friends are near death. If you want to save them, heed my order.'His eyebrows shot up as he read the message. Not that he wasn't sober enough, but he took it as a joke. Those two idiots could save themselves.Instead of panicking, he showed the message to Stan, and Stan called both Marco and Ven, but to no avail. He was more curious about where the two were, but his face was filled with worry just a second later. The unknown number sent an attachment. It was a photo of his two friends badly beaten up and tied to a chair in his house.His heart was beating fast, and his hands were forming a fist. He ran as fast as he could to his car, not minding Stan, who was calling him. He was worried, and all he thought about was the safety of his two friends that his hands were trembling."King, let me come with you," Stan said, looking worried sick as well, but Kane didn't let him get into the car. "Stan, call the team and tell them to come over to my house. We need to corner those bastards and secure the storage."It was clear from his rapid speech that he was in a hurry, so Stan simply nodded and obliged. Kane began to warm up the car engine. He was speeding, trying to think straight because he knew that his two friends were fighters. It would take a lot to bring them down.Unbeknownst to him, someone was hiding in the backseat."Slow down, Kane..." He was stunned to hear someone speaking. His worries were replaced with alarm and perplexity when he saw who was in the backseat.Instead of slowing down, he pushed the car to its maximum speed, annoying the person at the back. Kane was trying his luck. One hand was on the steering wheel while the other was secretly looking for his knife in his car's hidden compartment.But before he could do anything, he felt a cold metal pointed at his nape. The edge of a gun was pointed at him, and he was cursing at the back of his head. "I said... Slow down." He had no intention of obeying.He was still about to speed up when suddenly, in a short span of time, his mouth was draped with a white cloth. That someone—Raze— took over the driving while Kane slowly succumbed to oblivion, no matter how hard he fought it."Boss, he's down," Raze said, talking to someone on the phone while trying to pull the car over to the roadside. He fixed their position by carrying Kane and putting him in the backseat. "Bring him over." The person on the other line commanded, and Raze immediately obliged by starting up the engine once again.Raze kept glancing at Kane, who was unconscious in the back. He was thinking if this was indeed the right thing to do. But he also knew that his boss knew better, so he held the best decision to trust him."Boss, will you be okay?" Raze asked, unable to hold back his concern. He knew the consequences of these actions."I will be," the boss on the other line—King—answered. Raze sighed. He couldn't do anything about the situation anyway."How about the storage? What are we going to do about it?"King just clicked his tongue on the other line. "Let them have it and protect it on their own. Just send some of our men in secret for extra security.""Copy," Raze answered and obliged. He continued his venture. They still had a long way to go.