Chapter 115: Spy

City P. Monday, midnight.

A man with the presence like a king from medieval era is seated on the tall and majestic armchair, with two big king cobras' carving entangled from the back of the chair before it separated down to either sides of the armrests with extended hoods and raised heads. He perched his elbows on the armrests and propped his chin on his intertwined fingers.

The snake really presented the man well, as he looked amiable and beautiful with light brown and a hint of golden irises, but actually a deadly person. His subordinates know fully well not to slight the dangerous man. When he decided to attack, nobody would know when they died. His presence provokes intense fear in anyone that he laid his eyes on.