Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

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In a grand palace, decorated with fine furniture and ornamental gems and stones, a group of men could be seen passing through the tall, gold door entrance.

Bright sun rays shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the warm radiance cascading across the room, making the precious stones and metals in the room glow.

The group of men split into three, half marched to the left, and another half marched to the right.

As for the last group, it was just a man, a man clad in a white kurta, a matching satin trouser, and a thick red turban.

The man's face exuded confidence and authority, his eyes piercing straight to the large throne ahead, not even shifting his gaze a bit.

Tap.

Tap.

The soft sound of his footsteps resounded in the throne room as his feet walked along the red carpet, before finally climbing the diamond staircase that led to his throne.

Souu.

A gentle breeze drifted around the man as he sank into the throne with a sharp posture, his eyes looking down on his subject.

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