On the other hand, in a clan famously known as the Iron Blood, one of the nine territories surrounding the Dead Land, Xavier and his crew had paid them a visit—and the lord himself was having the time of his life destroying them.
Xavier squatted over a man whose head was pinned beneath his feet. The man was screaming in pain, crying so loudly his voice had gone hoarse, yet the stone-faced alpha crushing him didn't move an inch.
"Why did you do that, Leon?" Xavier asked coldly. "Going as far as sending your men after my bride… do you know how insulting that was?"
When the man didn't answer immediately, Xavier increased the pressure of his boot, nearly grinding his skull into paste.
"I-I'm sorry! I have no excuse for my behavior!" Leon screeched in agony. "I had no idea the young man was someone you were actually taking seriously. I thought he was just one of your playthings!"
Xavier grinned at those words.
