The noise of Tony's fight spread like wild fire. The entire 7th octopus house was in news all over the martial world. But Tony had already left the noise behind.
The private war jet cut through the evening sky, its sleek body gliding smoothly above the clouds as if the chaos behind meant nothing.
Inside the cabin—
Julie sat across from Tony, her eyes fixed on his face as if she were trying to peel away a layer and find the truth beneath. Beside her, Lily Frost remained composed, but her gaze was far more dangerous— quiet, observant, calculating.
Tony, on the other hand, leaned back comfortably, one arm resting lazily against the seat, his expression relaxed as though he had just returned from a casual outing rather than dismantling an imperial prince in front of the world.
Julie couldn't hold back any longer. "How?" she asked suddenly with an eager look. "How did you defeat Edward so easily?"
