58 Phantom of Lightning

Lan Jue’s appearance caused the gathered Enforcers to heave a quiet sigh of relief. Outsiders may not know have known of his status, but they certainly did. One of the eighteen Council members, newest of their ranks, but in a short time capable of rising to great heights. It was a poignant display of ability.

“Jewelry Master,” the Enforcers respectfully greeted.

“You’re the owner of this establishment?” The golden hooded man’s voice sounded almost metallic, strange and tinny.

“That I am!” Lan Jue appeared at ease, a lopsided smile on his face. He turned then to the Enforcers. “Take the wounded for treatment. I’ll handle things from here.”

“Right away.” From among the gathered Enforcers a few stepped forward to gather the injured. The remainder waited respectfully behind the Jewelry Master, awaiting his orders.

“Relinquish the stone from the other day, and we’ll leave immediately.” The golden man’s voice was as cold as ice.