Elias Vance stood before Dante Russo, his gaze angled slightly downward.
"Whose orders?" Elias asked, his tone flat.
"The Haven Syndicate is just a front that someone powerful told me to set up..." Dante's voice trembled as he spoke. His fear of Elias had reached its peak. He suspected this man had already stepped into the highest realm of martial mastery.
The Haven Syndicate's underlings looked on in shock. In their eyes, Dante Russo was a ruthless killer, a reckless madman who'd racked up countless deaths during his bare-knuckle boxing days. Yet now, facing this man who hadn't even made a move, Dante had already folded. To them, it was incomprehensible.
Elias casually gripped the back of Dante's neck, lifting him like a chicken. "Take me to your boss."
Dante had no strength to resis
