Grivon went into his personal room as he downed one glass of wine after another.

He couldn't handle the stress.

It has been four days and the Blue Cloaks that went away didn't return, but the communication he maintained with the clan gave him a clear idea. Some of his subordinates are dead because of the 'virus' and for some reason, they are not really willing to believe that this is not some kind of virus and someone is trying to kill them and it seems like the other party is making sure that it looked like a virus as he killed a few of the subordinates of other people.

On top of that, he managed to find the location of the two other blue cloaks and they are not really hiding. They are in some regular place they used to visit and Grivon immediately understood how spoiled they have become.

They are clearly thinking that he is some kind of soft persimmon they can push around as they like. They just feel so self-important because of all the privileges that Grivon has given them over the years and now they are thinking that they are too great that Grivon had to go and beg them to come back.

But he doesn't care anymore.

He understood that the Blue Cloaks are really crossing the lines too much and they don't see that Grivon is their boss and they need to obey him.

Anyway, the two of them are not the strongest or the weakest, but they have the potential, so Grivon showed some extra attention to them, but now that he came back to his senses he didn't bother to go and inflate their ego anymore.

He couldn't help but feel like he is being crushed by some grindstones.

Just a few days ago, he was on top of the world. He had launched two new business ventures, made a lot of money, and trumped over two of his competitors all the while destroying some of the core organizations of Sivan.

He was supposed to celebrate his triumph, all of his brothers and sisters from the clan are extremely env