"I spent money to obtain that box," Alistair pointed towards the table, speaking with a wide grin on his lips and eyes gleaming with cunning and pride, as if he had just won a competition. "So where exactly is my mistake?"The baron had never explicitly ordered Shadow to use excessive force against Tenzin, let alone commanded the ninja to kill him. However, he certainly didn't care what methods the ninja used as long as he got his hands on the box."Lord Everstone, everyone sees you as a man of principle, someone who upholds morality and stays on the righteous path." A mocking smirk played on Marc’s lips as he shifted his gaze to the baron. "But to me, you're nothing more than a selfish man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.""Huh, do you think I care about your opinion of me?" Alistair scoffed, shaking his head in clear disdain. "Say whatever nonsense you want. The fact remains, the box is mine now, and anyone who tries to take it must have a death wish.""Lord Evers

"Young man, stop right now, or I'll show you what a baron is capable of!" Alistair shouted in rage and frustration as he watched Shadow's body convulse on the floor like a slaughtered animal. The baron couldn't afford to lose the ninja. Yet, faced with someone as formidable as Marc, he found himself at a loss for ways to intimidate him."Hah, do what you must." Grinning, Marc's grip remained firmly locked around Shadow’s neck, as if his decision was absolute. "That won’t stop me from giving this ninja the punishment he deserves.""You bastard! I said stop!" Alistair bellowed, his eyes desperate, his body trembling with fury. But his words no longer held the slightest intimidation over Marc.At that moment, the young man nearly increased the pressure of his grip again—enough to crush Shadow’s throat and kill him on the spot—when suddenly, a realization struck him."Wait, isn't this guy a member of the Dark Star Sect?" he thoug

"Huh, are you trying to extort me?" Marc scoffed, his eyes gleaming with menace. How could he possibly hand over money for something that didn't even belong to the baron?"If you break your promise, you know what the consequences will be, don't you?"To Alistair, Marc's voice suddenly echoed throughout the room, making the baron sink deeper into his fear."No! I would never do such a thing!" Despite the terror gripping his heart, Alistair stood firm in his stance."Don't think you can threaten me, let alone harm me." Trembling, cold sweat pouring down his face and body, Alistair spoke in a quivering voice, his eyes tightly shut. "I am a baron. If you cross the line, the entire royal army will hunt you down wherever you run.""You're threatening me?" Marc smirked, already fed up with the baron's arrogance. "Then let me show you that I can kill you without even lifting a finger."As he said this, Marc merely clenched his fist slightly. At that

"If I may say so, this young man does have quite the appealing face for a girl your age," he said with a wide grin, teasing Harper. Looking back and forth between the two, the cultivator could tell there was something between them."Sir, what do you mean?" Though offended by the cultivator's words, Harper tried to keep her tone calm. "Please refrain from making baseless remarks and let us pass.""Hahaha!" Instead of letting them go, the cultivator burst into laughter as if he hadn't heard Harper at all. "Your reaction—so, am I wrong to conclude that the two of you are engaged in a scandalous affair? Hahaha!"A grave accusation!"Sir, mind your words." Lifting her head, Harper's fair and delicate face turned bright red with anger and humiliation. "I am not a woman without principles. So do not say anything beyond your bounds before knowing the truth." Her tone was neither harsh nor loud, but it was undeniably firm."Hahaha! Look at that! You'r

"You already know what my answer will be, don't you?" With a faint smile, Marc's reluctant expression said it all—of course, the girl wouldn’t be able to attend her own party."You're unbelievable!" Harper pouted, her face tense with frustration. Her clenched fists slammed against the steering wheel of her car—she was absolutely furious and disappointed. Tonight’s party, where she was supposed to gather with her fiancé and friends, would have to go on without her."Good evening and welcome, sir and ma’am." A valet bowed politely and smiled at them. As a modest hotel located right across from a five-star establishment, it was a rare opportunity for The Comfort’s staff to receive such distinguished guests. Luxury cars rarely stopped at their hotel, let alone one as high-class as the Huracán STJ they were driving."Is there anything I can assist you with?" As a valet, it was an honor for him to help the owner of suc