The curtains were drawn tightly in the office, which was lit by fluorescent lights.
A middle-aged man sat inside, his brows furrowed so deeply they seemed capable of crushing a fly. The bodyguards around him stood silent, without a word.
Dolink had been in a foul mood these past few days.
For some reason, word that someone had trashed one of his casinos had spread like wildfire. Whenever he went out and met people, they greeted him with a beaming smile and said, "I heard someone trashed one of your places. What bad luck."
The anger building inside him grew heavier and heavier, like a bomb about to go off.
Yet he had been suppressing his rage and taking no action.
He also stopped going out much, because he didn't want to hear people gossiping about him.
Ever since the incident, he had kept his anger bottled up, waiting for the new month to arrive.
"Boss, someone from the Nostra Family is here." A bodyguard in a black suit spoke after taking a phone call, then looked to him for instructions.
"Send them in." Dolink took a deep breath and gestured for the bodyguard to leave.
The Nostra Family had originally been a small, obscure organization, until someone in their family turned out to have the power of divination.
Many mafia bosses became clients of that fortune-teller.
The monthly fortunes brought them considerable benefits.
And today, the latest results for the new month were ready.
The Nostra Family had already sent someone over with the results.
The bodyguard soon returned to the room with a sheet of paper covered in black writing and handed it to Dolink.
There were only a few short lines on it.
"The room in which you place the greatest trust,
Will become the bed where