Chapter 87

The tension in the room crackled as Davin and Puttin faced each other, their confrontation reaching its boiling point. Puttin’s guards stood by, their expressions a mix of shock and apprehension. The Lord’s daughter, having returned to the room, clapped with a mix of approval and awe.

Davin, his composure unwavering despite the charged atmosphere, turned to address Puttin. "You've made your point. But I came here seeking a conversation, not a fight."

Puttin's face was a mask of both disdain and curiosity. He straightened up, his gaze fixed on Davin. "You think you can come here, show off some tricks, and then just walk away? You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that."

Davin took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "I’m not here to prove anything to you. I came because I need answers and respect. What I’ve shown you is just a fraction of what I’m capable of."

Puttin's lips curled into a sly grin. "Respect is earned, not given. If you want to prove yourself, then you’ll have to step into the