Chapter 269. At Least He’d Offered His Condolences

Levi paced around his room and every few minutes he’d pause and laugh maniacally. This tiny little thing was really, successfully causing trouble among the ranks of the seven kings that have existed for such a long period of time. To be fair, the kings never had a lot of harmony between them but at the same time, they had worked, trampling over lots of people over the years.

When they told people that they were dead, they were dead. When their names were heard people trembled. Yet this brat who was only a baby in the underworld had laughed to his face. Laughed to his face. Him, Leviathan.

He seethed quietly but reminded himself to stay calm and not act like his brother. That was a sure way to ruin a good thing and so he was not going to ruin a good thing. He was going to singlehandedly get back the reputation that the seven kings had lost and he was going to make Clyde fucking McCarthy apologize for the slander.

He went to work, putting calls together to make sure