The loud music, flashing lights, and the commotion around him—these were all the reasons why Sylus was here now.

He was bored, extremely bored. After resolving a significant issue—related to gambling—he felt completely drained. He wanted to go somewhere he could relax, and that place was this club, his usual spot.

Typically, when he arrived, he would be greeted with exceptional hospitality, considering he was the most respected mafia boss in the country. It wasn't unusual for him to spend one or two million dollars in a single night, which was nothing given his immense wealth.

"Ah, fuck."

He ran his hand through his silver hair in frustration. The issue might have been resolved, but his heart was still in turmoil. Pouring the blue liquid into his glass, he downed it, squinting as the alcohol burned down his throat. A few women tried to approach him and offered to pour his drink, but tonight he wasn't interested. Yes, he wasn't in the mood.

"I'm really exhausted, damn it."

Usually, he would hire one or two women to help him unwind, but not this time. He just wanted to be alone.