"Dandy Finwood from Black Tiger?"

"Why is he here?"

Accompanied by a high-pitched announcement, a large group of people walked in, led by a disdainful-looking Dandy. Beside him was Stan from Zephyr Wing. They roughly pushed through the crowd and approached Zector, smiling broadly.

"Zector! Sorry, we're late!" Dandy greeted as he and Stan handed over some gift boxes.

Zector, acknowledging their generous gifts, nodded politely.

Dandy then turned his gaze toward the troublemakers in the crowd. His smile faded, and he straightened his posture, exuding a unique aura of authority. With a sinister smile, he said, "What’s this? I heard some of you want to sit in the main hall?"

The people who had been giving Zector a hard time shrank back, not daring to make a sound. Dandy's reputation was well known to them, and they, being merely extended family members and servants, dared not provoke him. They avoided eye contact and kept silent.

"Dandy, what do you mean by that?" Mosi, who had previ