Taylor held his bag close as he was led through a two-door gateway. Taylor looks ahead and saw a figure sitting on a throne, waiting for him. Fuck, it's Hanz. Of course he's the Dark Lord… He thinks bitterly.

Taylor follows the guard until he was standing a few meters away from Hanz. The guard bows and makes his exit, as the room grows silent, waiting for the guard to close the doors behind him.

“I smell a familiar scent. A sewer rat?” Hanz says with a teasing smile.

Taylor forces his gaze to the ground as anger unconsciously builds inside of him. That day was the most humiliating experience Taylor has ever felt, and he was still waiting for the day when he could look down on Hanz the same way. But he’s reached the eighth stage… He thinks, continue to wallow in bitterness. Taylor no longer sensed the immense pressure he felt that day, but he didn’t think it was because he got stronger… Hanz feels like… he’s in complete control over his power… Taylor realizes with a sigh. The height is still so high… He thinks as his dream for the future becomes hazy.

“You… Are an interesting character.” Hanz says slowly, thinking aloud. “That day when you tried to kill me, you could of done anything else and you would have died. But first you missed your shot to show your good intention and then immediately lowered yourself to the sewer to bow your head. If you hadn’t done so, you would have died that day. I’m impressed.” Hanz says with a smile, offering some praise.

Taylor couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Yeah, that’s exactly how that day happened… Just as I planned… Taylor thinks sarcastically.

“And I’ve heard of your exploits a few years back. There were many events where you could of died at a moment’s notice, and you managed to eliminate many of your targets and keep your life. All it would have taken was a single misstep and you wouldn’t have lived for me to seek vengeance. You are either blessed by the heavens or are an extremely calculating person. Unfortunately I don’t believe in heaven’s blessings; everything must be taken by our own hands. And for you… I approve of the way you operate…” Hanz says, continuing to praise him, causing Taylor’s eyes to widen in surprise.

Taylor glances sideways, expecting an amused audience somewhere in the room but found no one. Is this guy serious? He couldn’t help but think. There’s no way this guy has such a high opinion of me. That’s just retarded. Taylor thinks, almost tempted to open his mouth to reveal the truth.

“If I didn’t like you I would just kill you. Regardless of the explosives you’re carrying or if I had to lose a few men; anyone I want to kill will eventually die. But you’ve gained my interest and I happen to be in need of an errand boy since you killed my nephew. I’ll request a territory for you in Oceanview city and I’ll give you a month to organize yourself. After that, you’ll work for me.” Hanz says with a smile.

“Fuck…” Taylor couldn’t help but exclaim.