Another One!

When the marquis's son said that, it meant the matter would not end there.

Asking for the other party's identity was tantamount to saying, "I'll remember you."

As for offending a Supreme? That was hardly the case. His words and manner were courteous, even if they carried a faint threat.

He truly felt wronged. He had been minding his own business, only to suddenly be investigated—who had he offended? "This little brat!" The Supreme had a bit of a headache too. If he really wanted to throw his weight around, he could crush the other party with one finger.

However, the other party had made it clear that this concerned "family honor," so he could not handle things that way.

If he truly dared to kill someone, the marquis's family would scour the entire Empire and never let him go—otherwise, what honor would they have left to speak of?

In fact, he did not even want to reveal his identity. Being remembered by a marquis's family was absolutely not a good thing.

He paused for a moment before snorting coldly. "Be a good student. You still don't understand... what Supreme's Wrath means!"

That answer somewhat gave away his weakness, but it was not particularly humiliating either—a Supreme's fury could leave rivers of blood.

In recorded history, when Supremes became enraged, no one knew how many noble families they had overturned.

Especially those solitary Supremes with no ties or attachments. Even if they offended nobles, it was hard to say who should fear whom.

If they disregarded their status and launched sneak attacks, any noble would have a headache.

Of course, whether this man had that kind of courage was another question. As a Supreme within the system, he might not be able to let go of everything.

Neither side would