“But, boss—” Klaus tried to speak.
The slap came again, harder than the first. His head snapped to the side.
What he wanted to say died in his throat: Boss, everyone here is afraid of you—so how can you be this terrified of one young man?
But the boss didn’t let him finish a single word. He seized Klaus by the collar and dragged him down the stairs, barking hurried orders for everyone to move quietly—slow, careful, not a sound—terrified that even the smallest noise might disturb Alex.
Pauline froze. Just moments ago, those people had gone upstairs with confidence.
Now every single one of them had retreated back to the first floor, faces pale, bodies stiff, as if they had just seen death itself.
“Klaus,” the boss said. “Do you know who that man is?”
“I… I don’t know,” Klaus answered honestly. For the first time, he saw pure fear in his boss’s eyes.
“Good,” the boss snapped. “Then listen carefully. Say nothing about us coming here. Whatever he wants—whatever—you prepare it. Food. Drink. Anything. Even if he wants every treasure in this place, you give it to him. You don’t charge him a single cent.”
Klaus stared at him, stunned beyond belief.
“Boss… are you sure?”
The boss struck his own head in frustration. “If you still want that head on your neck, you’d better do exactly what I say. Understand?”
“Yes—yes, boss,” Klaus replied quickly, though none of it made sense to him.
“But boss,” he asked weakly, “who is he?”
The boss leaned in, his voice turning cold and ruthless. “You don’t need to know who he is. You only need to know this—if he feels dissatisfied, I’ll take your head and offer it to him myself. I’m not dying with you.”
Klaus’s eyes reddened. He was on the verge of tears.
The boss didn’t stay another second. He turned and fled with the others, vanishing from the place as fast as they could run.
As he fled, the memory clawed at his mind.
Two years ago, this same young man had appeared. One man alone.
By the next morning, countless underworld bosses were gone—erased overnight.
He had survived only because he was insignificant, a nobody too small to be worth killing. But the great bosses? Every last one of them died by that man’s hand.
That man now stood at the top of the entire underworld. And he—a minor boss, a disposable pawn—would be insane to provoke him.
He wanted to live.
Inside Thorn & Coin, Klaus stood alone, trembling.
He didn’t know what else to do.
He immediately called the female staff, ordering them to prepare the best food they had—everything good, everything clean—for Pauline and Alex.
Alex didn’t even look up when the food was laid out neatly on the second-floor table.
Pauline stared at the dishes, uneasy. “Alex… they suddenly prepared all this for us. Are you sure they didn’t poison it?”
“Why don’t you use your scanner and check,” Alex replied calmly, his eyes never leaving the book in his hands.
He was completely absorbed.
The pages were filled with astonishing knowledge—formations.


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