Tristan strode confidently into the grand hall, flanked by the elite Storm City Defenders. His presence was magnetic, exuding authority that commanded immediate attention. Wherever he went, the crowd instinctively parted, their heads lowering in deference. The weight of his reputation hung heavy in the air, and the expressions on their faces were a mixture of fear and deep respect. “Mr. Tristan!” Gerald Armand, the host of the event, wasted no time. He hurriedly approached Tristan, his two children following close behind. Gerald’s demeanor was ingratiating, almost desperate, as he extended his hand in greeting. His smile was forced, his intent clear—to curry favor with one of the most influential figures in Storm City. After all, the man standing before him wasn’t just anyone. Tristan was one of Lord Chaosbreaker’s trusted lieutenants. Even at the height of their power, the Armand family wouldn’t have dared to cross someone from Lord Chaosbreaker’s circle. Doing so was tantamount t

Everyone was instantly excited. Lord Chaosbreaker was a real legend. He was one of the most respectable Gods of War. His presence would naturally cause a commotion. The crowd swore in their mind that they had to get an invitation to the banquet no matter what After all, that was the greatest opportunity to flatter Lord Chaosbreaker. If they could get close to him, they would have a bright future ahead. Some of the people who were quick had already started flattering Tristan and giving him gifts. As the room buzzed with activity, Tristan turned his sharp gaze back to Adam. The smirk on his face transformed into a cold, calculated sneer. “Brat,” he said, his voice carrying an unmistakable threat. “I still have matters to attend to, but don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Once the banquet is over, I’ll make sure to settle the score personally. You’ll regret crossing me.” Adam’s expression remained unchanged, his calm demeanor unshaken by Tristan’s ominous words. Instead, a