It was a pitch-black room, engulfed by an unusual silence. The dim LED bulb hanging from the ceiling was the only source of light. Just below the hanging light, Mr Calypso was sitting on a chair with his hands tied at the back. The corner of his lips was bleeding while a bluish bruise was visible on his cheek. In front of the leader, Oliver Davies, the leader of The Dragon was sitting with his leg crossed over his knee. Other than the two leaders, there were about four of Oliver Davies's bodyguards. 

"Adams Calypso, I told you to make sure that your daughter marries Blake Turner's son, but you couldn't even succeed in doing that!" Oliver Davies threw a glass of water in the fit of rage, breaking it. "If this marriage had been successful, The Black Panther would have become an alliance of The Spades, and indirectly the organisation would have also become my alliance since Th