The Almighty Dragon General

It was a day of celebration for them. Megatron Group, one of their many businesses, had signed an agreement with Celestial Group, and they were now the best of business partners. In other words, the Xaviers’ influence would be even more widespread thanks to this agreement.

Also, the patriarch of the family, Warren Xavier, was turning 80.

Outside the Xaviers’ villa, a fleet of luxurious cars gathered. All the celebrities in Cansington were there for the double celebration.

“This is a bottle of Retrouve wine worth eight million dollars, gifted by The Frasiers. They wish Mister Warren Xavier many happy returns!”

“The Wilsons present a painting, The Black Thorn by Jacqui en Blanc, worth twelve million dollars, and they wish the Xaviers good wealth.”

“The Zimmermans have gifted Mister Xavier a Froit Mi watch worth eight point eight million dollars…”

At the main entrance, a lady held a microphone in her hand. She enthusiastically announced the gifts that guests had brought for the entire room to hear.

In the foyer, Warren was dressed in a blue suit. Although he was 80, he looked fit and alert. Hearing about all the gifts he was getting, he looked as happy as a lark.

The banquet was full of people from important families in Cansington.

Even the second-rate Callahans had made it. In an attempt to suck up to the Xaviers, Lex Callahan had pulled out all the stops, spending a small fortune to get a Monique wallet for Warren.

Everyone was busy trying to make their own connections and expand their networks.

Outside the villa, a man wearing a brown coat and a mask on his face approached, carrying a coffin.

The coffin weighed at least 100 kilograms, but the man supported it with just one arm, carrying it with ease.

It was James.

His return was fueled by two purposes. To repay Thea, and to avenge his family.

Now that he was Thea’s husband, he might be recognized. As he did not want to get her into trouble, he put on a black mask to conceal his identity.

Crash!

As he reached the entrance, he threw the coffin with all his might. It shattered the Xaviers’ door and landed in the foyer of the Xaviers’ villa.

Everyone was shocked at the sudden intrusion.

The noise stopped abruptly. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

What was going on?

It was Warren Xaiver’s 80th birthday. Who was so bold as to actually bring a coffin to a celebration?

Warren was chatting with the other heads of family when the coffin came sailing through. His expression darkened and he shouted, “What’s this? Where are the security guards? What are they doing? Who sent this? Take it away at once.”

“Warren Xavier, may I present this coffin as your birthday gift? It’s your eightieth birthday today, but this time next year, it will be your death anniversary.”

A voice rang out from outside the doors. A man with a brown coat and a ghost mask then sauntered in.

the head of the family, a very important person in Cansington. Who had the guts to cause trouble at his

someone who

the black ghost mask

and pointed at James. “I don’t care who

William Xavier. Still pointing at James, William attempted to remove his mask. Coldly, he said, “You’re a coward for hiding behind a mask. Let’s

William’s arm and lifted him off the

Crack!

arm was torn clean off his body. Blood

“Ah…”

William howled in agony.

in peace, they had never seen such gore

about him. Coupled with his display of power earlier on, the Xaviers were

his back, ready at a moment’s notice to grab

toward Warren

of pain echoed through

he slumped into a dead faint, unable to take the pain anymore. The foyer suddenly quieted. Only James’ footsteps echoed, sounding like the harbinger of

“Kneel.”

out, clear

imposing. It was the cumulation of being a seasoned soldier and general with murder as second nature. Under his

was affected, and he

he forgot to fight back and his knees buckled. He fell to the ground,

Crash.

seeing this, the

leader of The Great Four in Cansington, was kneeling

in his hand. It was an odd sort of wire with several joints. Upon closer inspection, one

you care to admit your

kneeling, though he did not know why. Sweat slid down his

wanted to stand up, but he

you’re speaking to?” Even though he could not stand, Warren still looked strong. His arm was still behind his back, ready to

other Xaviers did not even try to protect Warren, worried that they

ago, a fire razed Flora Lakeside. It burned for an entire day. Thirty-eight lives were lost, and now, you’ll

voice rang through

moved. In a flash, he appeared behind Warren. He wound the silver needle

and Warren’s head thudded to

“Ah!”

them shivering in fear. Upon Warren’s death, the Xaviers did not know what to do, frozen to the

a black bag. He scooped Warren’s

Xaviers’ villa remained dead quiet. Everyone squatted on the ground, cradling their heads in their hands. Warren’s headless

…

cemetery, Thomas

the black

swigged a mouthful from it. He poured the rest of it in

that our entire family rests in peace. I’ll also

that, he got up

to the House