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.

at James. This was the Xaviers’ place, and he was the head of the family, a very important person in Cansington. Who had the guts to cause trouble at his

someone who

the space. With the black ghost mask on his

“I don’t care who you are. When you’re at the Xaviers, we’re in

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

attacked. He grabbed William’s arm and lifted him off

Crack!

off his body.

“Ah…”

William howled in agony.

people of status and lived in peace, they had never seen such gore or violence before.

Coupled with his

at a moment’s notice to grab a weapon and kill the uninvited

stalked toward Warren

moans of pain echoed through

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 as

general with murder as second nature. Under his murderous stare, everyone was scared silly. Coupled with how easily he tore William’s arm off, no one

and he

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

Crash.

this, the

of the Xaviers, the leader of The Great

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

Xavier, do you care

kneeling, though he did not know why. Sweat slid

he did not

though he could not stand, Warren still looked strong. His arm was still behind his back, ready to attack with a weapon

not even try to protect Warren, worried that they would

reason. Ten years ago, a fire razed Flora Lakeside. It burned for an entire day. Thirty-eight lives were lost, and

cold, merciless voice rang

a flash, he appeared behind Warren. He wound the silver needle wire around Warren’s neck and

Warren’s head thudded to the

“Ah!”

to the ground, all of them shivering in fear. Upon Warren’s death, the

a black bag. He scooped Warren’s head into it

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

…

Cadens’ cemetery, Thomas Caden’s

leaned the black bag against the

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

that our entire family rests in

that, he got

to the House of Royals, he took