Chapter 16: That Man

Imperial Capital. A private estate drowned in luxury. A middle-aged man stood tall and broad-shouldered. He wore casual clothes, yet the stern authority between his brows never softened. He faced the morning light with a phone to his ear, expression blank, as still as a statue. A long while passed. "Understood." He let the three words fall coldly and ended the call. "What happened?" Across from him, a slender man in white watched closely. "Feifan failed." "Brock Sandoe was beaten by a Grandmaster...