"Heh, Miss Deanana, you also know that's all in the past. Even if he were still the King of the North, we live in peaceful times now. No one gets special privileges, right?" Dean chimed in smoothly, his tone laced with mockery."Dean! Do you even realize what you're doing?!" Aava could not hold back any longer, her eyes glaring fiercely as she clenched her fists in anger."Of course, I know what I'm doing, and I know neither of you are ordinary people. Thinking about hitting me? Don't forget, there are plenty of reporters over there. If you dare lay a hand on me, I'll make sure Xayne's reputation is ruined," Dean replied smugly.Dean's sneer widened into a wicked grin, the confidence radiating from him undeniable."Manager Dean, how about this? To be honest, I used to admire Mr. Xayne. Why don't you do me a favor and return his belongings? It would be a great gesture," Deanana interjected with a gentle smile.Upon hearing this, Aava bristled with fury. She knew Deanana was up to s

'Wasn't it Xayne who decapitated 200,000 soldiers? What about the Five-Nation Army's generals? Didn't they all die to Xayne's blade?'Dozens of security guards stood frozen, staring at Xayne as if they were wooden statues, not even daring to breathe heavily.Upon seeing that the security guards did not dare to move, Dean glared at Xayne with anger in his eyes. "Xayne! You... you're no longer the King of the North! How dare you hit me?! I won't let this go!""Oh? You won't let this go? Fine. I'd like to see how far you'll take it," Xayne responded with a frosty smile.His cold gaze bore into Dean, making the latter's knees weak.It had only been a month since Xayne had last been in Drakonix, yet the changes astonished him. The Eastin family, emboldened after the downfall of the Bullard family, now dared to provoke him openly.Clearly, the Big Four had not learned their lesson.Without another word, Xayne took out his phone and dialed a number."Xayne? Are you in Drakonix? I'll h

At the mere thought of The Apex Syndicate, Gareth felt his heart turn to ash.If he could not earn Xayne's forgiveness, his entire family might end up dead. The law did not care for personal grievances, and it was ruthless in these circles.Yet here Dean was still demanding an explanation for his dismissal."I don't believe it! Who the hell does Xayne think he is? There weren't any wars anymore! The coalition forces packed up and left years ago—nobody's scared of him now! Hah, forget firing me; I quit! And let me tell you, I've got bigger fish on my side. Miodrag! Help me out here!"Dean's desperate cries finally caught Miodrag's attention."Uh, Mr. Gareth, right? You might wanna let him go. This is Drakonia International Airport, not a back alley. You don't want this kind of attention on us Drakonians, do you?" Miodrag drawled as he stepped forward.As he spoke, Miodrag shot a look at a few of his men. They rushed forward and muscled their way past the security guards who were p

The same words. He had just heard them moments ago.Now, a cold bead of sweat slid down Miodrag's temple as he stared at Dean, whose face had been pounded into an unrecognizable mess.Even as a member of the powerful Eastin family, Miodrag felt no sense of security at this moment.Around him, the hostile gazes of onlookers seemed to pierce through his arrogant exterior. He had always looked down on commoners, but this time, he could not ignore the weight of their collective anger. He knew all too well—that provoking public outrage could mean his end.Dean lay on the floor, blood streaming from his battered face as he gasped for air.Terror filled his eyes as he looked up at Ammar, his mind consumed with regret. But regret could not turn back time."Who do you think you are, to seize Mr. Xayne's belongings? Do you even know what Mr. Xayne has done for this country? He has bled and sacrificed for this nation! Even I, Ammar, address him respectfully as the King of the North!" Ammar'

Upon hearing those words, Ammar felt cold sweat trickle down his back."Brother Yves, please rise. Such a heavy gesture—I can't possibly accept it. As a citizen of Drakonia, giving my life for my country is simply my duty."Centuries ago, the warriors of the ancient Yves stood together to defend the homeland in times of crisis. Today, we Drakonians must do the same—sacrificing for the greater good is our calling! But the soldiers of the Dragonbreakers Legion are sacred and must not be insulted! "Tens of thousands of men guard our borders from thousands of miles away. Every one of them has left their parents behind, and every one of them has sacrificed time with their wives and children. They dedicate their loyalty and blood to protecting this nation and its people. "Their feats may go unsung; even if they fall on the battlefield, no one may know their names. But the Dragonbreakers Legion stands for their loyalty, their dedication, and their belief. Were it not for those small-min