At this time, in an upscale overseas sanatorium, a middle-aged man, who looks about 45 or 16 years old, is sitting on a leather sofa with a cigar in his mouth, looking very comfortable.

The guy was wearing a black suit and had a serious face. He looked like a serious businessman, and he didn't laugh.

Nevertheless, his ruffian temperament can not be concealed, which is somewhat contradictory to his serious expression.

But because of this contradiction, it makes this guy look unique, as if he has a magic to make people close to him.

This fellow was crossing his legs, muttering in his mouth, with a trace of hatred...