บท 743: Setting the backstage little by little

Under the mosaic ceiling, a loud crashing sound filled the confines of the walls.

Ifel Abromich panted angrily after turning over the glass table. The custom-made designer table was smashed to pieces on the tiled floor. 

Ethan flinched and distanced himself away from his raging father.

Ifel Abromich shouted at the subordinate who brought the news to him. "Say it again? Who dares to steal my business?!"

"...I-it is the Faceless King."

Ifel Abromich's eyes darkened. 

The Faceless King!

He was an underground king whose identity was unknown. Because they did not know which family this organization was under, this faceless king grew in power discreetly until they rivalled the present underground kings, such as himself, Ifel Abromich.