a month prior.

Soft piano music is playing in the background, and it sounds more like a dramatic song.
The overall atmosphere of the ballroom is too cozy and volatile.

Every businessman who works for the Mafia is present there.

That room is very boisterous, as alot of people are chatting with eachother.

In an instant, the room drowned into deadly silence,as they got to know that the Great 𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗖 𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗦 is coming.

The overall tension in the room was inexplicable.

The door opened, revealing THE SUPREME GOD OF THE MAFIAS.

He boldly entered the room, leaving only the sound of his footsteps audible.

Azai arrived accompanied by a man in his 30s.

He is Azai's primary supporter; together, he and Azai have the potential to destroy the entire world.

He is the controller of all businesses except the Mafia, and he
𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, Azai's companian.

Richard is a strikingly handsome man with black thick hair and green eyes.He is more of an open book than Azai. His aura will be at its peak when he is with Azai.

Azai smirked, pleased to see how his presence had an impact on others.

"Is not this enough? Let us greet them and continue the party."
Richard addressed Azai in hushed tones.
"Fine. I am going.Give them my greetings."
Azai said this to Richard in the same tone and then left without giving a damn about the businessmen present.

Richard greeted everyone to break the ice before following Azai.

The third ice cube fell into the beverage, and Azai gulped it down.
"Slowly, you will die."
Richard remarked to observe that, eliciting a laugh from Azai.
"This is how I wish I could pass away. But no, I would rather live and burn this entire world."
Gritting his teeth, Azai said that.
Richard simply sighed and remained quiet.

Although he typically avoids getting engaged to Azai's actions, Richard is no less than Azai.

"So, are you not going to give your mother a replay?"
After asking Azai, Richard downed his shot of soju.

"How am I supposed to find out about someone and get married to her when I never knew myself? Mom is really something."
After saying that sourly, Azai took his cigerate.
Richard laughed while gazing at Azai.

"Are you heartless?"
Azai's thick brows lifted in mocking response to Richard's question.

"Am I expected to possess that?"
He spoke in a husky, dark tone.

All of a sudden, they became aware of the clamor in the ballroom.

They are aware of what it is. Azai and Richard exchanged glazed looks. Azai's face lit up with a smirk.

"It appears that someone is present to accept his demise."
After saying that in a somber tone, Azai was ready to head to the main hall when Richard intervened.
"Stay here. I will go take a look."
Richard stated that icily.
"Why? Do you believe that I need your caution?
Richard shook his head in response to Azai's question.
"Once you get going, you might not stop. Here, you are going to create a dead pool."
Richard stated that.
Richard left after Azai merely listened to him while maintaining his smirk.

Conversely, a black Aston Martin (car)halted outside the party location.

The car door opened to reveal a woman in her late 20s with loose hair, nude lipstick, luxurious clothing, and platinum accessories that gave her a more comfortable yet elegant look.
Removing her black goggles, she gazed at the enormous structure before her.

Richard visited some officers in the main hall.
"Did polices are also started business?" Mockingly, Richard asked.
"We are here for Azai."
It was said by one of the officers.
Unfortunately. Proceed from here if you wish to remain with your family.
Richard said that with composure.
"WE WANT AZAI, I SAID. CALL THAT RASCAL.
The police said that angrily, which made Richard laugh.
"I will not put up with his actions. The entire nation is impacted.
That was said by another police officer.
"Do you think, you can defend him?"
Richard smirked as he asked.

Everybody in the room is silently observing the spectacle.

Richard was yelled at by a police officer who had already lost his temper.

"WTF DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE? WE-"
*SHOOT*

As the entire hallway grew cold, the policeman collapsed backwards, dead. There is a bullet mark on his forehead.

AZAI stood there pointing in the direction of the officer's sudden, lifeless fall.
The lady who arrived in the Aston Martin (car) was visible when the ballroom door opened.

Both her entry and the shot were spot-on.
With wide eyes, she gazed at the scene before turning to face the shooter.

As she stands in that officer's place, AZAI is now pointing at her.

Both of them made eye contact.

To be continued.