Brandon Hughes's words were sharp, but Victor's response was even sharper, like a knife casually placed against someone's throat. His calm arrogance did not feel like bravado at all, but rather like an undeniable fact.
As if this world's rules were written by him.
The students around them did not dare to speak. Some even subconsciously stepped back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire between two men who looked like they could crush a person without lifting a finger.
Brandon Hughes's gaze darkened.
His lips tightened slightly, but he still forced out a faint smile, the kind of smile that looked polite on the surface but hid poison underneath.
"Mr. Steele, you're indeed powerful. But in this world, power doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
Victor did not even glance at him.
