The Penniless Son-In-Law Is A Trillionaire

The Dance of Shame

Barnabas’s face turned paled as he looked over his brutalized generals.

This wasn’t a random act of violence; it was a calculated humiliation, a warning message sent to him alone.

As his guards pulled the raft ashore and untied the beaten men, Barnabas clenched his fists.

The sight of his leaders—men he had counted on to inspire fear and loyalty—brought a cold dread seeping into his heart. They had been turned into symbols of helplessness and shame.

In silence, he watched his men struggle to stand, their strength barely holding them upright.

That was when Barnabas realized with growing unease that this was an assault on his power and his image.

The Black Foot Clan had made his own generals into a message—one that would spread through the ranks like wildfire.

Barnabas felt a bitter chill wrap around him.

His iron grip on his army had started to crack.

If his generals could be degraded and left for dead so easily, it wouldn’t be long before his soldiers questioned his authority.