*Leon*

Arthur, my second brother, was the king of the underworld in New York City. Currently, he was sitting across from me, smoking a fine Cuban cigar, his legs crossed, and looking at me with an air of victory about him. He exuded a smug aura that disgusted me.

He didn’t hide his feelings at all. Even without him speaking, I already understood the purpose of his visit.

It was Conrad who sent him to give me a warning. His ...