The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

The moment I stepped into the banquet hall, I could feel it.

The air was different.

Unlike the business world, where people hid behind fake smiles and contracts, here—power ruled.

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Every person in this room was someone.

Mafia bosses, crime lords, arms dealers—each carrying an aura of dominance.

I smirked, adjusting the cuffs of my black suit as I walked further in.

"As expected... this isn't like those pathetic business banquets."

"No useless pleasantries. No fragile egos pretending to be powerful."

"Here? Every single person represents real power."

And then—