The clerk nodded hastily. "Of course! Yes!"Xayne glanced around the lobby, his sharp eyes scanning the room. A crowd had gathered in one corner, their attention locked on two men in the middle of a standoff. One of them, a shirtless young white man with long tousled hair, stood proudly with his well-defined muscles on full display. His strikingly handsome face caught the light just right, radiating confidence. That was Phil, the young prodigy of the powerful Cantor family.Across from him stood a lean, shirtless Asian man, gripping a short sword tightly in his right hand. His stance and build hinted at training, but it was nothing compared to Phil’s overwhelming presence. Xayne squinted, studying him for a few seconds—he was way out of his league.Phil smirked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Yonda, I'll give you one last chance. Get on your knees and bow to me ten times, and maybe I won't kill you!"Yonda had made the mistake of talking back to Phil and had paid for it with a b

Phil had been stunned for a second. Xayne had been around the same age as Phil, and it had gotten Phil thinking about the important role he had played in Drakonia. As the thought crossed his mind, Phil's expression darkened. His voice turned cold. "Are you messing with me? You can make Drakonia cough up a thousand tons of gold for one person?"Xayne stayed calm, his eyes steady as he shook his head. "I think you misunderstood. What I meant was that the Cantor family has sheltered a traitor from Drakonia. According to international protocol, you owe us compensation! That thousand tons of gold isn't for a ransom, it's what the Cantor family owes Drakonia as compensation. Furthermore, the Cantor family must apologize to Drakonia and guarantee that something like this will never happen again!"The room fell into a heavy silence. Yidel's face turned ghost-white, and even Robby stiffened in shock at Xayne's demand—one thousand tons of gold and a written apology from the Cantor family. The

Phil's face turned sour as he heard the amount of gold. He barely raised his head, about to speak as Andrea's hand flew across his face, nearly twisting it out of shape.Even Andrea didn't dare question Xayne's demands. If Xayne had told him to kneel and bow, he would've dropped to the floor without hesitation because Andrea's last desire was to provoke Xayne and turn Eukrania into a bloodbath.But Phil was a fool and mocked him. Even worse, to detain someone Xayne wanted. Before Phil could steady himself, Andrea hit him with another vicious backhand. Phil flew back seven or eight meters, crashing hard into a stone pillar. The pillar cracked under the impact before he collapsed onto the floor. The slap left Phil's mind blank, his vision filled with stars as he struggled to even lift his head."You think you're some big shot because you are the future rising star of the Cantor family? Eukrania's rising genius? Believe me, I'll kill you right here!" Andrea's eyes blazed with fury, nea

It felt like everything around him had been completely cut off. Yidel only snapped back to reality when he heard the crowd's voices, quickly falling to his knees in a panic. At that moment, his body trembled uncontrollably. It was as if he had just lost something incredibly important. He had spent over a decade in Eukrania. Though he held the title of Special Envoy, the tense relationship between Eukrania and Drakonia meant he was never truly welcomed. Over the years, he had tried to ingratiate himself with countless people, bending over backward to curry favor. But now, those same people he had once flattered and humbled himself before were all kneeling at Xayne's feet. It was then that Yidel realized that his title as Special Envoy was as good as gone. Xayne glanced at Yidel, who stood frozen in place and said calmly, "Yidel, didn't I tell you before? As soon as we meet anyone from the Cantor family they'll hand him over without a fight!" Yidel lowered his head in shame. H

Another crossbow bolt whizzed toward Xayne. Without even blinking, he raised his hand and caught it in midair. He twirled the bolt between his fingers, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and stepped into the narrow alley. "Who's there?" One of the men in black spun around, his eyes narrowing with a deadly glare. Xayne casually tossed the bolt from hand to hand and chuckled coldly. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that your little toy here almost hit me. Don't you think you owe me an apology?" The group of men exchanged amused looks before bursting into mocking laughter. "Get lost while you can. If you mess with us, you'll end up just like them!" One of them sneered. He barely finished his sentence when Xayne flicked his wrist. A silver flash cut through the air. The man exploded into a mist of blood before he could react. The rest of the men gasped, their faces pale. They thought Xayne was the backup for the couple they were hunting but he was too strong