Page 118 of Savage Throne
The tailored fit of the outfit hugged my frame perfectly.
My formal trousers were crisp, the pleats sharp enough to cut through the tension that hung in the air. The hems brushed against the polished silver-tipped boots I wore.
My top, buttoned high up the neck, was a statement of its own. The silver buttons were shaped like ancient coins, each etched with Chinese characters that spoke of wealth, honor, and balance.
The high collar framed my jawline sharply, and a silver-threaded sash was tied securely at my waist, holding the ensemble together.
The attendants continued to work around me.
“Almost done, Mountain Master.” one of them murmured as they stepped back and assessed their work, ensuring that every fold, every detail, was flawless.
I shifted slightly, flexing my shoulders to test the weight of the attire.
It was heavy but not burdensome.
Silver and blue.
Power and grace.
Tradition and progress.
These were not just colors—they were symbols of who I was, of the legacy I carried. And tonight, that legacy would be tested in ways the East would remember for generations.
Two more attendants came over with my tailored blue and silver jacket and slid it over my arms and shoulders.
One attendant adjusted the collar.
Another stepped forward with the jewels that I only wore for highly formal events.
The jade dragon pendant was placed around my neck first.
Next came the silver cuff, etched with the Four Aces’ emblem.
Finally, they fastened the large diamond dragon pin to my chest.
I swept my gaze across the room.
Chen, Duck, and Hu stood to one side, dressed in formal wear too. They kept their voices low but urgent as they worked through last-minute preparations.
Phones buzzed and eight tv screens glowed, and like everyone else in the space their attention was split between the here and now and the logistics of the night ahead.
Soon. . .
Moni’s beautiful face hit my mind.
Soon I will see you, and soon I will kill him.
I gritted my teeth.
All day, I had prepared with Aunt Min, Aunt Suzi, and even Hu. Every movement, every strike, every block had been practiced and honed to perfection. My body ached from the hours of relentless training, but it was a good pain—a reminder that I was fucking ready to tear his goddamn head off his shoulders.
I can’t believe you pushed her to kill. For that alone. . .I will fucking try to make your death as painful as possible.
I moved toward the center of the room, the attendants followed, adjusting the final details of my attire.
When I reached the large display of television screens recently mounted on the far wall, I stopped.
You fucking bastard.
