*****Meanwhile, Mistress Ayra listened to the subordinate’s report with such an unreadable expression that one would have thought he was merely informing her that the weather outside had turned slightly cloudy rather than handing her the kind of news that could shake an entire city.She neither interrupted nor reacted outwardly.She just stood there, elegant and composed, her posture relaxed, her face smooth, and her eyes calm enough to make it seem as though everything she had just heard was only natural… as though a man single-handedly dismantling a first-rank family was merely another item on today’s schedule.Only after the hooded figure finished his report did she fall silent for a moment, sinking into thought.Then, slowly, the corner of her lips curled upward into a smirk.‘So… our patriarch has single-handedly destroyed a first-rank family?’ she asked inwardly, though the way her eyes lit up made it abundantly clear that she was not asking because she doubted it.She was aski

*****A pot-bellied man suddenly sprang out of his chair so violently that the cup of ale in his hand flew from his grip and crashed onto the floor, splashing alcohol everywhere.The man seated beside him immediately recoiled in disgust, his brows knotting together as he stared at the beer now dripping onto his trouser leg.“What the hell…”He turned sharply, clearly ready to curse the pot-bellied man into next week, but the words never fully came out.The fellow looked too deranged to quarrel with.His mouth was hanging open, his eyes stretched so wide they looked one shock away from abandoning his skull entirely, and his hand trembled around his phone as though the device had transformed into a venomous snake.He looked less like a man checking social media and more like someone who had accidentally opened the gates of hell with his thumb.But then…“Have… have you guys seen Anonymous404’s post?” he cried out.His voice was so shrill and strained that it instantly cut through the ba