One by one, the lights in the party hall went out. But the night in St Moritz wasn't over.

Those drunk on liquor slept, while those drunker on power than on liquor were giving new orders from their own rooms for whatever came next.

One name had been spoken more than any other tonight.

Ha Tae-ung!

One invitee was staying in the top suite of a hotel not far from Badrutt's Palace.

Liang Jianguo stood at the window, knocking back strong baijiu one glass after another.

This room was luxuriously appointed too, it was true.

But compared with the Badrutt's suites that had gone to people he considered beneath him, it stung plenty.

He hadn't been given proper treatment at this St Moritz party!

On top of that, some Korean brat he'd never heard of had become the star of St Moritz this year.

"Master."

One of the Huolong Society's officers spoke up carefully.

"What happened to the painting?"

"Atlas will hold it until the appraisal is finished."

"And if it comes back a forgery?"

"You'll have to donate a hundred million dollars."

Fwip! Crash!

Liang Jianguo hurled the glass in his hand against the wall without a second thought.

"If it weren't for that Korean bastard, there'd have been no problem at all!"

Shards of glass scattered across the floor, glittering.

"Ha Tae-ung, you said?"

"Yes."

"Dig."

The rage that had flared across Liang Jianguo's face vanished, suddenly.

In its place came the cold, familiar gaze of the Huolong Society's head, a man who priced human lives in money.

"Where he was born, who raised him, how he made his money! Dig up all of it!"

"He's known to run the H.R Group in Korea."

"Did I ask you to bring me what's known!"

Liang Jianguo glared at the officer with bloodshot eyes.

"Family, friends, the women around him, his businesses: dig into all of it. Find out what he cherishes and what he's trying to protect."

"He's one of Atlas's top-tier invitees. And he appears to be close with the Hales house."

"I know. That's why I won't…