The Almighty Commander of Pyreking

Chapter 8

Trevor's face twisted with hatred. The veins in his neck bulged against his collar as he reached through the open window of the car.

"You think you can just sit there and look down on me?" Trevor spat, his voice full of hatred.

With his free hand, he reached into his inner pocket and slid a dark steel knuckle-duster over his right fingers.

Chloe gasped in terror, stumbling forward. "Trevor, stop. Don't do this!"

"Shut up, Chloe!" Trevor snapped without turning his head. "This worthless dog jinxed the entire evening! If he hadn't put his filthy curse on us, this auction wouldn't have gone to hell! I'm going to shatter your face into pieces, Tristan, and then I'm going to make you record a full confession!"

Vivian watched from the side, her bloodshot eyes wide with manic delight. "Yes, Break his teeth, Young Master Trevor! Kill him, It's all his fault! He brought disaster to our family!"

Trevor grinned viciously, pulling his fist back to deliver a blow directly to Tristan’s head.

Tristan didn't dodge, Just as Trevor’s weighted fist began its forward trajectory, Tristan’s right hand moved.

The movement was so fast that the four bodyguards saw only a faint shadow in the air.

Tristan didn't throw a punch or swing his arm. With perfect precision, he pinched two fingers into the soft gap between the tendons on the side of Trevor's outstretched wrist.

CRACK.

A small sound rang out. It wasn't a bone snapping completely, but an important joint slipping out of place under focused pressure.

Trevor's whole body went stiff at once. In less than a second, the color drained from his face, leaving his flushed skin white.

The steel knuckle-duster slipped from his useless fingers and clattered onto the floor.

Trevor didn't even have the breath to scream. The pressure point Tristan hit sent a wave of paralyzing pain straight through his nerves, locking his lungs and cutting off his voice.

He dropped to his knees beside the tyre, clutching his limp right arm against his ribs and gasping for air like a drowning man.

To the bodyguards standing just two feet away, it looked as if Trevor had simply lost his footing and fallen in a sudden fit of panic.

Tristan calmly pulled his hand back. He leaned back in the driver's seat, resting his arm on the open door frame as he looked down at Trevor with an unreadable expression.

"Trevor," Tristan said quietly. "Your wrist is merely dislocated. If you try to stand up and swing at me again, I will make sure you never hold a pen or a champagne glass for the rest of your natural life."

Trevor looked up at Tristan, his eyes filled with terror. Sweat poured down Trevor’s forehead in streams.

For the first time, he realized that the man sitting before him wasn't a weak vagrant at all. The ease with which Tristan had neutralized him was something only elite masters possessed.

"Back away before you embarrass yourself further," Tristan added softly. “Or I will tell everyone what I heard, remember what you said over the phone at the house that Vivian is obsessed with impressing Lord Bruce.”

Trevor swallowed hard, he was speechless for a moment as he wondered how Tristan knew about it, could he have overheard him on the phone?

He trembled as he used his left hand to drag his broken body backward his bodyguards. "Get me out of here, Move me away from him!" Trevor ordered.

Chloe stood surprised, her mouth slightly open as she stared at Tristan in disbelief. She had never seen anyone move like that.

It was as if Tristan existed in a different world from the rest of them.

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Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Hotel, the presidential suite was plunged into absolute chaos.

Lord Bruce stood behind his desk, his face grim as he reviewed the financial seizure orders for the Ellis family assets. His guards stood along, maintaining a tight lock on the exit.

Suddenly, the doors burst open without a knock.

Lord Bruce's chief advisor, ran into the room. He didn't stop to apologize for barging in. Instead, he held up a tablet that was flashing with red warning lights.

"Lord Bruce!" the advisor gasped, his voice shaking with urgency. "Look at this immediately!"

Bruce frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing in irritation. "What is the meaning of this? I am handling a serious matter of fraud."

"Forget the fraud, My Lord!" the man shouted, stumbling forward and setting the tablet down on Bruce's desk. "Our orbital scanner just picked up a tiny energy signal, look at the frequency!"

Lord Bruce glanced at the screen. The moment his eyes turned to the screen, his whole body stiffed.

It was a signature, given off only by one material, ancient gold combined with royal celestial jade. It was the exact, unmistakable signal of the genuine Pyreking Dynasty Dragon Seal!

"Where was this detected?" Lord Bruce stammered, his voice suddenly losing all of its previous authority.

"The signature just flared for three seconds, My Lord!" the advisor reported breathlessly. "The source is located right here on the hotel grounds specifically in the lower overflow parking sector!"

The room fell into silence.

Lord Bruce's hands shook uncontrollably. He remembered the Pyreking Dynasty High Council's final warning, ringing in his head like a funeral bell:

“The Supreme Sovereign has entered your territory. Find his trail and hand over full control, or your entire network will be destroyed by dawn.”

The real seal wasn't on the stage. It wasn't in the hands of the rich collectors inside the ballroom. The true ruler, the supreme commander himself, was standing right outside in the parking lot!

Lord Bruce's cheeks turned ashen, as white as a bedsheet.

"My Lord?" the chief security officer asked nervously, stepping forward. "Should we dispatch a tactical team to clear the parking lot?"

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Lord Bruce roared, turning on his officer with wide eyes. "A tactical team? If you show the slightest disrespect to the COMMANDER, our heads will be rolling on the floor before we can even blink!"

Bruce pushed his chair back, nearly knocking it over, and began buttoning his jacket with trembling fingers.

"Cancel all security lockdowns!" Lord Bruce commanded, his voice cracking under pressure. "Every single person in this room, follow me right now! We are going down to the parking area to kneel before the Commander!”