Kuhl Walton knew his friend Colin would feel out of place at the banquet, so he had left his personal attendant behind to smooth things over and handle anything that came up.
Kuhl Walton had considerable confidence in his attendant's ability to think on his feet.
Except...
Looking at the guests in the hall, some sprawled on the floor and others trembling where they stood, Kuhl Walton suddenly realized he had underestimated just how "direct" his friend could be.
Most of the time, Qin Ran was a direct person.
It saved him considerable time, which he could devote to things he cared about and enjoyed more.
Without a doubt, dealing with strangers was not something Qin Ran enjoyed.
So, when faced with a group of men indignant over the cold reception they had received from the three ladies, Qin Ran simply swept his gaze over them before they could approach.
He had not used his full strength.
He had merely released a trace of his aura.
But even that...
Was enough to teach these hotheaded, sheltered flowers, who had no idea of their own limitations, what cruelty meant.
They smelled blood.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to appear before their eyes.
The dying screams of countless people rang in their ears.
These young nobles, who normally boasted of their exceptional bravery and could praise themselves for three months after hunting a single rabbit, collapsed one after another. A few even wet themselves.
Even their carefully selected guards could barely remain standing.
Marquis Walton's attendants, however, maintained their composure, their breathing only growing a little quicker.
And then?
The way those attendants looked at Qin Ran changed several times in succession.
Especially Kuhl Walton's personal attendant.
He knew a few things.
Qin Ran's strength did not surprise him.