King's Palace, Country of Ra-Iya.
A man in a black suit was kneeling when a wine glass was suddenly hurled toward him. He dare not dodge. The wineglass hit his forehead, and from the wound, blood flowed and trickled down his face before staining the white shirt beneath his black coat.
"Forgive my incompetence, Your Majesty! But we can only act in advance and clear out the known lairs of the Dark Phoenix, otherwise we will be in trouble if the Alliance acted ahead of us." The man spoke with utmost reverence to the king despite feeling dizzy from the hit he had just got.
King Ralden seemed to calm down after listening to the man.
"How many of our operations were closed down?"
"Twenty casinos and three pharmaceuticals, Your Majesty."
King Ralden gritted his teeth. The casinos were his cash cows. Those casinos' losses could surpass billions of Ra-Iyan dollars in a month.
"How many of our allies were arrested?"