In the opulent hall, resplendent in gold and jade, each piece of furniture is priceless, constantly showcasing the owner's wealth and glory!
But at this moment, incongruent with the luxurious hall, the atmosphere here is oppressively tense to the extreme!
Chasan sits quietly on the sofa, drinking a cup of black coffee.
His hand holding the coffee trembles slightly, his entire aura like a beast on the brink of madness, filled with a breath that makes one's heart race!
Standing around him are a butler and four bodyguards!
The five people are as silent as cicadas in winter, especially when looking at Chasan's seemingly calm demeanor, they feel their scalps tingle even more!
"M...Master, please try not to be too sorrowful!"
After a long time, the butler cautiously said to Chasan.
Chasan's hand stiffened, slowly placing the coffee on the table, then closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice:
"Is Basong's body taken care of?"
