Drake stood before the young master of the Ignis Clan—Leo Ignis—who was staring at him with cold intent. He never imagined someone would dare to try and assassinate him in this backward town.
"Don't you know my Ignis Clan?" Leo asked, still bewildered that someone would openly attempt to kill him, not even bothering with stealth.
When Drake heard this, he let out a soft chuckle and looked at Leo.
"Yes, I know. You're the young master of the Ignis Clan, the most pampered child among the head's sons and daughters."
Leo's confusion deepened. Since Drake knew this, what gave him the courage to still attempt to kill him so brazenly? The surrounding crowd was equally baffled.
When Drake saw Leo's puzzled expression, he smiled.
"Do you think that just because you're the young master of the Ignis Clan, I would fear killing you? Don't forget the world we live in—only the strongest fist wins. If your clan gets destroyed, what would you depend on? You'd be no different from a stray dog."
