Vergil Villa.
A fire blazed in the stone fireplace, its flickering flames illuminating every corner of the room.
Warmth filled the entire room.
Vergil's corpulent body was sunk deep into the leather sofa. A long-legged blonde sat on his lap, and the two were affectionately cuddling, having a grand old time. The bodyguard in sunglasses stood beside them like a statue.
"Darling, will that Chinese man agree?" the blonde whispered, breathing softly into Vergil's ear.
Vergil's thick, stubby hand caressed the blonde's long leg, a confident look on his face.
"He will."
"Chinese people are all cowards. I'll have my men scare him a little more, and he'll definitely accept my 'goodwill'."
"Once I get that piece of land, I can build a smuggling base connected to Mao Country. Then I'll become a legitimate arms dealer and make all those bastards lick my boots."
