Zhao Yao walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello? Who am I speaking to?" he asked curiously.
There was a pregnant pause before the person on the other side of the line began to speak.
"I am the King of Death. You must be the Headless Horseman?"
"Oh?" Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You're the King of Death?"
"It seems that you have decimated my men."
Silence fell again.
When the King of Death spoke again, he sounded even more somber than before.
"I doubt that are unfamiliar with the amount of power and influence that Ivory holds as an organization. We have friends everywhere. We're in finance, politics, education, entertainment, construction, transport… We are so deeply embedded in this country's infrastructure that we can no longer be separated."
A deep crease settled between Zhao Yao's eyebrows. He asked, "Your point is?"