Chapter 436: The Power Behind Whitelist Restaurant

The Power Behind Whitelist Restaurant

"General, do you know who you offended today?"

Cavir Walton was not to be outdone.

His voice carried across the street, calm at first, but there was a sharpness hidden beneath it.

He slowly walked forward.

His grey hair moved slightly in the evening breeze, while his dark eyes remained fixed on the General of Ashford City.

The moment his words fell, the atmosphere around the Treasure Pavilion seemed to grow heavier.

The soldiers who had surrounded Leon instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons.

Some looked toward Cavir Walton.

Others looked toward their general.

Nobody dared to speak.

General’s expression changed.

For the first time since arriving, the confidence on his face showed a crack.

He truly did not know Leon’s identity.

Today, James had summoned him simply to provide support.

As the General of Ashford City, General’s position was almost equal to James’s.

He possessed military authority.

He commanded a powerful army.

In Ashford City, he was a major official whose words carried considerable weight.

Even the garrison stationed within James’s territory had to give him some face.

After all, he was connected to the royal family.

That identity alone was enough for most people to think twice before crossing him.

But now...

After hearing Cavir Walton’s words, General suddenly felt a chill run through his heart.

His eyes narrowed.

Could it be that even he could not afford to offend this person?

The thought appeared in his mind almost against his will.

He had known Cavir Walton for many years.

Cavir Walton was not the kind of person who interfered in matters without reason.

He was a businessman.

A pure businessman.

Profit came first.

If there was no benefit to be gained, Cavir Walton would never willingly put himself in danger.

Yet now, he had stepped forward for Leon.

That alone was enough to make General reconsider everything.

Someone who could make Cavir Walton stand against him must possess a background far greater than he had imagined.

General’s fingers tightened slightly around the reins.

He glanced toward Leon.

The young man stood there quietly.

Long, shoulder-length black hair drifted over his midnight robes, each strand catching the faint light of the street lamps.

Thin amethyst embroidery traced the edges of his clothing.

His purple eyes were calm.

Too calm.

There was no fear.

No panic.

Not even the slightest hesitation.

General’s heart sank another fraction.

"Hmph, deliberately mystifying things..."

James suddenly stepped forward.

His expression was cold.

Whatever hesitation General had experienced did not exist in him.

His pride had already been wounded too many times today.

First at the auction.

Then during the bidding.

Then in front of so many people.

Now Cavir Walton had openly challenged him.

James could no longer tolerate it.

"I don’t care who you are," James said coldly. "Whoever offends me won’t be able to save him today."

His eyes swept toward Cavir Walton.

"Cavir Walton, you have to think carefully. If you offend me, your Whitelist Restaurant can forget about continuing in my territory."

The threat was unmistakable.

For a moment, the street fell silent.

The soldiers watched carefully.

The surrounding cultivators held their breaths.

Everyone understood what James was implying.

He was using his authority over Ashford City to pressure Cavir Walton.

If Cavir Walton refused to back down, the Whitelist Restaurant could face serious trouble.

Yet instead of fear, a faint smile appeared on Cavir Walton’s face.

He shook his head.

"Haha..."

The laugh was soft at first.

Then it grew louder.

"Haha, you’re just a frog at the bottom of a well. How dare you be so arrogant in a small city like Ashford City?"

The smile disappeared from his face.

His eyes became cold.

There was no longer any trace of hesitation.

James’s expression darkened.

The surrounding soldiers exchanged uneasy glances.

Cavir Walton had answered directly.

He had not merely refused to retreat.

He had insulted James to his face.

A frog at the bottom of a well.

Such words were almost a declaration of war.

But Cavir Walton did not stop there.

He gently raised his right hand.

His sleeve fluttered in the wind.

For one brief moment, nothing happened.

Then—

Boom!

A powerful surge of Mana erupted from the Treasure Pavilion.

The enormous doors behind Cavir Walton opened.

One figure after another stepped out.

Then more.

And more.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of people surged from inside the Treasure Pavilion.

Their footsteps struck the stone pavement in unison.

The sound rolled through the street like distant thunder.

Every one of them carried a sharp aura.

They were not ordinary guards.

They were cultivators.

And unlike the common soldiers surrounding the street, these people possessed genuine combat strength.

Their weapons were already in their hands.

Their eyes were cold.

Their formation was orderly.

The moment they appeared, the balance of power on the street shifted.

The soldiers surrounding Leon became tense.

Some subconsciously stepped backward.

General’s face trembled.

His eyes swept across the enormous group before finally settling on Cavir Walton.

He had not expected this.

Not even in his wildest imagination.

The Whitelist Restaurant had hidden such strength inside Ashford City.

How many people did Cavir Walton actually command?

"Cavir Walton, do you really dare to be my enemy?"

General’s voice carried a threatening edge.

He stared directly at Cavir Walton.

His jaw tightened.

He was the General of Ashford City.

He commanded the army.

He represented the authority of the royal family within this region.

He had never imagined that a businessman would dare to confront him so openly.

Yet Cavir Walton simply looked at him.

His expression did not change.

Neither side moved.

The street seemed to freeze.

The tension was almost tangible.

Then—

Pa...

Pa...

A slow sound of clapping suddenly echoed through the silence.

Everyone turned.

The sound was leisurely.

Almost playful.

It did not belong to someone frightened by the thousands of soldiers surrounding the street.

It came from Leon.

"Haha, exciting, too exciting..."