Entering was Marlowe, clutching a mobile phone, heading straight for Arthur's position.
"Young Master, a call from the Black boss in Myanmar!"
Arthur frowned, Black was the biggest gang leader in Myanmar, an absolute Earth Emperor there. His residence was surrounded by openly armed guards, and he had even carved out a vast village for his lair, where he captured beautiful women from various countries to create a harem for his pleasure and amusement.
Arthur was all too aware what a call from Black meant.
How could he have forgotten this? Two months ago, he had visited Myanmar to negotiate the next drug deal with Black, as the volume was exceptionally large, and so he went personally.
So much had happened in the past two months, and it was only in the past few days that he decided to completely legitimize the business, not even recalling the deal that had been agreed upon before.
