Wuling City, inside the presidential suite of a certain five-star hotel.

Black Ghost, dressed in pajamas, stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of red wine in his right hand as he gazed down at the bustling traffic below, a playful smile on his face.

Black Ghost was short and slight, with a flat head, narrow eyes, and thick lips—his appearance was extremely ugly.

He had not come to Wuling City on a mission. He had long operated in Southeast Asia and rarely returned to China. This time, his return had nothing to do with work; he had come solely to avenge his elder brother.