The dinner party proceeded very unpleasantly.
Everyone seemed to have little interest.
The host had lost his son, and naturally was not in good spirits.
The only one who seemed satisfied might be the Ocean Academy.
Anyone could see that the two families were at odds.
But on Han Caldwell's turf, the Ocean Academy took not a single loss and even killed Han Caldwell's son. They really got the upper hand!
Yet, as the commander of the three armies, Han Caldwell had to swallow his pride and silently endure.
Finally, at ten o'clock at night.
The dinner party ended in disarray.
"West Tower, your move was really impressive!" Brant Fairbanks walked alongside Julius Reed, unable to resist giving a thumbs-up. "Making Han Caldwell kill his own son, there's probably nothing more humiliating than that. But to be honest, I have a bit of respect for him. Although this action was rather ruthless, it significantly boosted his reputation."
