Shaurya sat upon his grand throne, radiating authority. One closed fist rested beneath his chin, his eyes fixed upon the man standing before him. Jian Fan stood there awkwardly, his bandits lined up behind him.
Shaurya spoke in a deep, commanding voice.
"I'm glad you accepted my offer."
Jian Fan closed his eyes briefly, his fists clenching.
"It's best for me and my team," he replied. "Also… I lost the bet. I am a man of my word, so I have no other choice."
Shaurya's lips curled into a confident smile.
"Oh, come now. I promise you, you'll never regret this decision."
Jian Fan hesitated but finally bowed his head. His men followed suit, lowering themselves respectfully before Shaurya.
Shaurya rose from his throne.
"Very well. I appoint you and your team as the new in-charge of the Disciplinary Hall."
Jian Fan's eyes widened in shock. Shaurya's tone remained calm yet firm.
"I expect you to do well."
The bandit leader quickly composed himself, bowing once more.
