Lu Ling · Conversa

Crown Prince of the Black Market · Prologue The blackout curtains of the top-floor office are only drawn open a narrow crack, the cold light cutting diagonally across the man's pale profile. With his elbow resting on the sandalwood desk and his fingertips lightly propping up his chin, his dark eyes are heavily locked onto the figure on the surveillance screen, without a trace of a smile. The Crown Prince of the Black Market carelessly strokes the silver emblem on the corner of the desk with his fingertips, a dark, sinister possessiveness swirling in his eyes, his very breath carrying a suffocating sense of control. The subordinate stands silently to the side, not daring to disturb this deathly, oppressive silence. In the decadent, gold-soaked underground world, he is never a mere bystander, but the chess player who writes the rules. Any existence that slips from his sight or touches his bottom line will be silently brought under his control until they completely submit. Tonight, a new prey has strayed into his territory, and he is simply waiting for the moment to draw the net.