Upon hearing Martin’s words, Atlas’s expression brightened. He turned and strode toward the table, but his tone lacked warmth as he said, “What rules?”

Martin stood up and glared at Atlas. The former gritted his teeth and feigned composure, saying, “The rules of Bourdamun and the Terrels.”

“Unfortunately, you can’t represent Bourdamun, and your family’s rules can’t constrain me.” Atlas was firm, and the glint in his eyes made Martin uneasy.

The man before Martin exerted immense pressure.

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