"A fight?" Upon hearing that, Hector got to his feet. "Is the Dark Lord here?"

"Perfect timing! Everyone, come with me to kill the enemy!" Dylan shouted with vigor.

"Kill!"

The Harmon family members all slammed the table in front of them and hopped to their feet, aggression rolling off of them.

"You've got it wrong!" The Harmon family guard quickly explained, "It's not the Dark Lord; it's the martial artists we invited. They got into a conflict and are now fighting in the ballroom."

"Huh?"