Throwing open the double doors, Crossley Gibson hadn't even taken a step outside when her body froze.
Outside, dozens of bodyguards stood in a dense formation, all of them big, strong men.
Seeing her come out, the bodyguards turned in unison, blocking her path. The lead bodyguard, named Ben, spoke gravely, "Miss Gibson, please go back."
Those mere six words exuded authority. Crossley frowned, immediately sensing these people weren't to be trifled with. Though they were dressed like bodyguards in suits, they seemed more like underworld figures.
Underworld!? Crossley suddenly remembered, Ose Owen is the President of the Heavenly Dragon Group, isn't that just an extension of the mainland's top gang, the Heavenly Dragon Gang? It's actually a mafia!
Ose Owen is... an underworld boss!? Crossley realized belatedly just what kind of big shot she had tangled with.
"I want to leave, you have no right to stop me!" Crossley wasn't afraid; she glared back, her face darkening.
