At night in Zone 1—no, not exactly night, because Zone 1 was a land where darkness did not exist.
However, ever since the new master of Zone 1 took over, shadows began to cover the sky, leaving only a brief span of daylight.
Sylus returned from a high-level conference, his face expressionless, sleeves and cheeks still stained with fresh blood. A scar ran straight down the middle of his face—ugly, without refinement—only making him look more terrifying than ever.
The old geezers on the board of directors were displeased with the new law about to be enacted, their endless shouting grating daily. Of course, the quickest way to deal with them was to kill them outright.
After caring for Aboli and her father, Sylus's strength completely crushed everything—no opponents left.
The room was so vast it barely resembled a bedroom. Sylus lay directly on the bed, holding a phone in his hand—an object that seemed almost unfitting for his current status.
[Hey]
[Hey]
