บท 698: Boss

Somewhere in Europe.

Inside a dimly lit room, the smell of blood and death reeked in the air. There was a messy trail of blood all over the floor.

A man was sitting regally in a large ebony chair in the middle of that blood splattered room. He was wearing an expensive looking dark-coloured suit. His sinfully handsome mien showed no emotions as he stared at the man kneeling on the floor a few steps away before him.

"Speak," his deep voice echoed menacingly in the heavy atmosphere.