Meanwhile, somewhere in the depths of the Queens region, there was a group of long-time friends who sat on a circular table, playing cards and drinking ale to pass the time.
They all had gray thinning hair, wrinkly skin, and stooped postures. They were old. Real old.
Despite that, there was one thing about them that was still full of fire and vigor—and that was their eyes.
It still showed the same relentless hunger they had when they were younger. And now, their age had allowed them to gain wisdom and knowledge to act carefully yet decisively.
At the very end of the circular table was a man whose legendary name reverberated throughout the whole world. It was none other than the ruthless lion of the business realm, Yze Vanderbilt!
"My friends… When has it been since we last convened like this? We should do it more often," he said to his cohorts.