Chapter 223: Humiliation, Trampling!

Men in black stood in rigid lines, cold as statues. The Rose Society's fighters spread through every corner of the banquet hall, not many in number, yet their presence pressed down hard enough to choke. They carried a battle-hardened aura, tempered by blood and fire, a jarring contrast to the hall's lavish décor and the perfumed, preening guests. Every person present was a powerhouse in Linton and the surrounding region. Yet they fell silent, hardly daring to breathe. Several people shrank back...