The heavy rosewood doors of the Supreme suite shuddered as they settled back into their frames, the echo of the crash still vibrating through the crystal glassware on the table. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with a lethal, suffocating tension. Allen Morgan stood motionless, his arm extended with a terrifying, mechanical precision. The blunt end of the wooden chopstick was pressed firmly against Liam Stone’s throat, right at the vulnerable notch of the larynx.
The sudden reversal of power left the gathered elite of Novus City in a state of paralysis. Donald Turner, the man feared across the province as a peak practitioner of the Martial Arts, felt a cold sweat prickling beneath his mask. His wrist was still caught in Allen’s iron-like grip, and he could feel a faint, pulsing resonance—t
