C- rank at fifteen was completely unheard of. Even the talented prodigies from Imperial families typically didn't reach that level until sixteen or seventeen.
The other men stared at Damian with new understanding, finally comprehending why this teenager spoke with such absolute confidence.
This wasn't youthful arrogance.
This was someone who'd already surpassed most people twice his age in raw power, and who clearly had no intention of slowing down.
Mike took a slow breath, his expression shifting through several emotions before settling on something that looked like resigned acceptance mixed with genuine respect.
Then he did something that shocked everyone in the room.
He walked around the table until he stood directly in front of Damian.
And then the A+ rank underworld boss, a man who'd survived and thrived in the criminal world for over forty years, a legend in the shadows of Tranquil City, slowly lowered himself to one knee.
