This was no longer merely a question of territory or business.
It was about his identity.
More than that, it was about the blood-soaked vendetta that had consumed the Powell family six years ago.
For Matthew Powell, caution was not a choice—it was a necessity forged in m******e.
When Daniel Ray heard the questions, his expression didn’t shift in the slightest. No tension. No hesitation. He answered with a tone so casual it bordered on indifference.
“No sect. No master. Just a wandering ghost.”
Matthew studied him in silence.
Two seconds passed.
Then Matthew asked again, his voice steady and deliberate. “Then why come to Valor City?”
Daniel shrugged faintly. “Money. My skill set works best in casinos.”
A thin smile curled across Daniel’s lips, and then he stopped talking altogethe
