Vengence's Odyssey

Chapter sixteen

Far away, in another country, a grand mansion stood on the outskirts of San Francisco. A burly man, his face marred by a long scar, sat majestically on his sofa, his eyes fixed on the news playing on the screen. In his left hand, he held a token that resembled a phoenix and a wyrm, its wings spread wide, as if about to take flight.

There was a fierce aura surrounding the man, and he looked every bit as ruthless and powerful as the token he held behind him was a woman dressed in a tight leather jacket and shorts.

The man's living room was opulent, decorated with ancient works of art and expensive antiques.

The walls were covered in silk tapestries, and a large, ornate fireplace sat in the center of the room. In the corner, a grand piano sat, its ebony surface gleaming in the light.

The whole room was full of luxurious comforts, and it was clear that the man who lived there was a person of great wealth and status. It was obvious that he came from an old, powerful martial arts family.