Toppling the World with His Empire

Chapter 89:

One cold winter morning, on a deserted road on the outskirts of the city, a man stood quietly on the side of the road. His face was austere, his hair mixed with silver and black strands, his deep eyes shone with a worry that was hard to hide. His old coat was not warm enough for this cold weather, he kept rubbing his hands together to keep warm.

He is Bulovix, a man who once had a prosperous life, but now, difficult days have worn him down both physically and mentally. His lips trembled as he thought about what had happened. He could not sit still in one place, his steps were constantly moving, he stood up and then sat down on a stone bench on the side of the road. His eyes followed each passing car, waiting for something, or perhaps, someone.

At this moment, a luxury car slowly approached and parked nearby. The car is shiny, with a modern design that reflects sunlight making it sparkle. The car door opened and a man appeared. He wore an expensive suit, neat hair, and a handsome but c