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In the Rising Sun Group's penthouse, the entire floor belonged to Luke Perkins, and no one else shared it with him.

It was here that Luke Perkins could feel the satisfaction and pride of having his own empire concentrated within his grasp.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city.

What Luke Perkins possessed was a status and power unimaginable by seventy percent of the people in this city, while the remaining thirty percent greatly envied his current position and control.

Pierce Lennon knew Luke Perkins' habits well. He held a cigar with metal tweezers, not touching it with his hands at any point, then used a cigar cutter to slice a clean cross-section before handing it to Luke Perkins.

It was Luke Perkins' habit to light his cigars himself. He reached out his hand, and Pierce handed him a long match.

Lighting a cigar with a match was a long-standing habit of his.