Chapter - 72
Inside a private room somewhere in some bar. Expensive bottles were lined on the table, but remained untouched. An expensive, thick, fur carpet covered the floor, and a faint smell of cigar smoke floated in the air.
At the center of the room sat a young man. He looked no older than 35 or 40 years old. The man wore a sharp, custom-fit navy-blue suit with a deep maroon tie. He even had a golden watch on his wrist.
His hair was styled slick. He was clean-shaved, flaunting his smooth jawline. He looked like a businessman from Wall Street.
But everyone in the room knew who he was, he was no ordinary businessman. Under the garb of this gentleman appearance, he ran one of the biggest underground networks in the city.
He leaned forward on the leather couch, tapping the glass table with his fingers. He was clearly not happy right now. And since he was not happy, no one in the room could be happy.
