The room was spacious and empty.
Beneath his feet was a bluestone floor with no visible seams, as if carved from a single, massive stone.
The walls were pristine white.
The domed ceiling depicted a deep night sky, dotted with countless stars.
Across from him sat Boss Jiao, dressed in white robes and with a three-inch beard. His expression was kind, his voice gentle, and his tone carried an inexplicable confidence, like a sage guiding a lost soul.
"A great disaster is about to befall you."
"And only I can help you."
These two simple sentences were like an invisible shackle, quietly wrapping around Zhu Ju.
"You're the legendary Boss Jiao?"
"I am!"
Boss Jiao was a legend in the criminal underworld of Funeng City.
According to the rumors,
he controlled all sorts of shady businesses and channels, holding the lives of countless bottom-dwellers in his hands.
Even the big shots from the Inner City District sometimes had to act according to his whims.
"I don't understand."
