Malcolm was dead! He was the eldest son of the Crayden family–one of the Eight Great Martial Families. Was he really dead? Besides, Felix announced it as if he had witnessed it himself.

Logically, this should have caused massive waves in their circles. Yet, they had not heard a whisper of it till meeting Felix today. George was startled when they reached the entrance.

"Who are you waiting for, Dad?" The middle-aged man nearby was George's father, Reginald Zimmerman. After hearing George, he turned and hurried over.

"Felix, you're here already!" Reginald exclaimed.

Felix nodded. "Yes, Uncle Reginald. Were you here waiting for me?"

"Of course! This little rascal didn't even tell me you'd arrived."

His sincerity was obvious. George explained, "Dad, I saw you were busy entertaining your friends, so I thought I'd welcome Mr. Zeller myself."

Though pleased with his son's relationship with Felix, Reginald knew proper etiquette was important. After all, Felix's support would decid