Chapter 232
Author: Anakin Detour
last update2025-04-12 20:07:56

“What nonsense are you spouting? We’re kneeling for Lord Chaosbreaker, not for a bastard like you!” Henry snapped, his voice cracking with rage.

Samuel’s fists trembled as he glared daggers at Adam. “I don’t have time for your games. But mark my words—when night falls, I’ll tear you apart with my own hands.”

Adam rose slowly from his seat, brushing imaginary dust from his shirt as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He walked toward them with lazy strides, then pulled out his phone and started recording.

Samuel’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Henry growled, “Back off, Adam!”

But Adam only chuckled, zooming in on their bent backs. “Careful, boys. Keep talking, and this video goes viral. Can’t wait to see the headlines: ‘Local Elites Bow Before One Man—Who Is He?’”

A ripple of panic swept through the room. The once-proud men instinctively bowed their heads lower, afraid of becoming laughingstocks.

Adam’s grin faded the moment he put the phone away. He hadn’t pl
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