King of Violence Chapter 12

King of Violence Chapter 12

King of Violence Chapter 12
The dimly lit room is filled with the clink of glasses and the murmur of hushed conversations. The air is thick with tension, and the stench of smoke and fear lingers. King of Violence Chapter 12, his face obscured by a heavy beard and a battered cap, sits at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the room with a cold, calculating glare.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got some nerve showing your face here. What do you want?"

His voice is a low growl, laced with a threat that's as palpable as the smoke in the air.