Looking at the impostor James, Xzavion frowned, searching his face for any hint that might reveal the deception.

After a moment, the fake James smiled and asked, “So, do you still think I’m a fraud?”

Xzavion’s face twitched. He couldn't find words.

He wasn't sure whether the man before him was a fake, but he believed the real James would seek justice for him and the New Shahrzad Dynasty.

“I know what you want,” the fake James sighed, adding, “but you can’t stage a massacre in front of everyo