Chapter 118: A Festivals Happy End 2

Standing near the colosseum's gate, Hajey Gyeoul, the son of Hojun Gyeoul the next head of the Gyeoul family, exuded an air of undeniable authority and irritation.

His crimson-red eyes flared with intensity, reflecting the frustration he felt.

Dressed in a black kimono and an outer eastern coat, his attire made it clear that he was not from the western lands.

The eerie and dangerous aura around him only added to his formidable presence.

He stood with his arms crossed, his posture rigid and impatient, waiting for a certain person to arrive. The atmosphere around him seemed to crackle with a barely-contained anger.

"Young master," came a timid voice from behind him.

Hajey turned abruptly, his anger palpable as he glared at his bowing attendant. The attendant, clearly intimidated, fidgeted nervously.

"What?" Hajey snapped, his voice sharp and cold.