0068: What If He Doesn't Comply?

Fifteen sleek Lamborghini Urus cars drove in a perfect line on the highway. They all had an identical emblem of a silver phoenix emblazoned on the hood, catching the light.

This convoy turned heads with every mile, drawing curious stares from passing drivers who couldn't help but wonder what the big occasion was and who the fancy entourage was for.

In the leading car, a young man sat at the backseat, draped in a richly embroidered cloak that had an eye-catching insignia: a stylized crest of a rising phoenix.

His expression was calm but there was an undeniable air of authority about him. And as the convoy sped forward, he gazed out of the window, fully aware of the attention they were drawing, yet remained unbothered.

"Uncle Benedict, what sort of man do you think my cousin has grown into?"

A scorn appeared on the middle-aged man with a gray goatee behind the wheels. "A coward like his father."

The young man stroked his chin at this response and raised another question. "Do