Warning

In a bright office, in contrast to the room he was previously seated, the King sat in the presence of a few subordinates."

Boss actually, we failed to report to you earlier. Chamberlain forced Stallone to work for him." The first subordinate said solemnly.

The King as impassive as ever questioned, "What kind of work?"

"So far it's increasing the company's profit. I'm confident that's not all." The first man answered.

"Oh"

They were interrupted by rushing footsteps, "Reporting to boss, the gang the Stans are fighting were transporting dynamites stolen from the mines."

"Stolen?" He asked raising his brows.

There was not much expression on the face of the King but a chill ran down the spine of the subordinate. "Actually, it wasn't exactly stolen. They had a man in the mines. He only lied about the amount of explosives used and sold them to the gang."

"The dynamites were detonated." Another subordinate rushed in to report.