Although His Highness's two bodyguards were not targeted by Mirai's killing intent, the faintly menacing aura still terrified them. Afraid as they were, they could only steel themselves and stand before His Highness, ready to attack at any moment.
As for Gebu, his face had already gone pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He was somewhat frightened. He had never expected that just a few words could lead to something so serious.
"Sure enough, none of the people on this island are to be trifled with. Anyone you casually provoke possesses such terrifying strength..."
From then on, a shadow lingered over Gebu whenever he spoke...
However, such things were rare for Gebu as well. In real history, it was not uncommon for a single word—or a woman—to spark a war.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, just as Mirai and the three men facing him remained locked in a stalemate, a cold chuckle rang out across the floor.
"You two, this is Fang City, not a place for killing. If you wish to duel, you may go to Building No. 7. There is an arena there for you to settle things.
"Otherwise... I can only crack down on you severely and have your family elders come here to collect you."
As it was a broadcast, the voice was very loud.
Yet the voice carried a naturally solemn tone, and in an instant, everyone in Building No. 3 fell silent.
It was the voice of this island's master!
Even the Third Prince, who had been gritting his teeth and forcing himself to remain composed, let out a breath of relief upon hearing that voice, as if he had grasped a lifeline. He quickly said, "Yes, let us listen to the island master."
The two bodyguards standing before Sandia also sighed in relief after