"You're threatening me?!"
Charlie Sirian's pupils contracted sharply, and dark veins bulged across his forehead.
He couldn't remember how many years it had been since anyone had dared to threaten him to his face and challenge his authority like Alvin had!
With the power of the Sirian family behind him, even Viktor, the Supreme Overlord, and his Black Heart Conspiracy Group wouldn't dare behave so brazenly in front of him—let alone threaten to wipe out all three great families!
"And you think you can do it?!" The decisive family patriarch clenched the smooth white bone in his fist until his knuckles turned white.
"Mm-hmm. I do."
Alvin nodded casually.
"A mere Rogue Trader? A... duke?"
Charlie Sirian gave a scornful laugh. "Do you know how many human nobles like you die in Commorragh every year? How many become our playthings and slaves?"
"No." Alvin honestly shook his head.
"Countless." Charlie Sirian leaned back against his throne of vertebrae, glancing sidelong at Alvin with a sneer. "What does a Rogue Trader amount to? We don't even take Space Marine Chapter Masters seriously, let alone you!"
"Is that so?"
Alvin tilted his head and asked curiously, "Then what about Louis Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, and Marius Augustus Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines?"
The smile on Charlie Sirian's face froze instantly.
"What about Azrael, Chapter Master of the Dark Angels?"
Charlie Sirian's expression stiffened.
"Right. This is Commorragh, the Dark City, and the Sirian family is the greatest of the three great families."
Alvin seemed to be praising him as he went on, "Of course you wouldn't take a few Space Marine Chapter Masters from the Imperium of Man seriously."
"Th-that's right, of course!"
Charlie Sirian's expression was a little stiff as he spoke, but he kept up the