At Charles's residence.
Charles's face was completely sunken, just like the heavy rain outside that drenched his heart.
An uncontrollable fury surged from the soles of his feet straight to his head.
The hefty glass in his hand shattered with a crash, liquor splattered, and shards of glass scattered everywhere.
Hose stood beside Charles, lowering his head.
Hose informed Charles of the tragic death of Clive and others, which led to signs of Charles losing control.
"Clive is dead, so many powerful people are dead, they all died," Charles muttered murderously.
He and Clive were friends for many years, as close as brothers.
He remembered the days when he and Clive worked hard together, starting as bartenders, gradually rising in the underworld, struggling time and again on the edge of life and death, achieving their current prowess and dominance.
But Clive just died like that.
A brother who went through so much with him died, how could Charles remain calm?
