Chapter 408
Chapter 408:
From within emerged a striking young man, tall and self-assured, dressed in a sleek black satin jacket with casual elegance. A silver mask concealed the upper half of his face, lending his every movement a subtle, dangerous mystique. He carried himself like a man born to command—every gesture precise, every step deliberate. It was none other than Jason.
Nobody outside these circles realized Sombra was actually part of the Evans family. Just as Elliana adopted her own careful disguise, Jason’s Sombra was a study in calculated deception: poised, impenetrable, unreadable.
As soon as Jason appeared, the atmosphere grew electric—his presence suffocating, daring anyone to meet his gaze.
Matthew’s shoulders stiffened. Eyes narrowed, he discreetly tapped out a quick message to Elliana.
The Moonveil instructor, still nursing bruises from the kick before, scurried over with anxious deference. “Sombra, what brings you here?” he ventured, his voice trembling.
Jason’s lips curled with irritation. He swept a disdainful glance over the instructor, appraising the instructor’s lack of self-control. That the instructor had led a team up the mountain without approval from above was a reckless breach, and Jason had every intention of making him pay for it.
Handling disciplinary issues was a matter for internal affairs, settled within the walls of Moonveil. Here, under the watchful eyes of the Star Society, Jason had to stand up for his subordinates. He cast a glance at the instructor standing beside him before turning his focus to Matthew.
“Mr. Santos, you wished to speak with me?” Jason said.
“That’s correct,” Matthew responded, his tone measured and composed. Though Matthew had encountered Sombra twice before during Elliana’s presence, only now did he realize that Sombra was none other than Jason himself. This newfound awareness made him weigh his words carefully.
Jason’s gaze sharpened. “Well, here I am. Speak your mind p>
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻
A faint, calculating smile curved Matthew’s lips. “I’d like to request that you control your subordinates p>
Jason let out an icy laugh. “Oh p>
Matthew pressed on, undeterred. “With you commanding Moonveil, it’s expected that both instructors and trainees conduct themselves with discipline. Yet, why does this instructor behave like a petulant child merely because his trainees were defeated fairly p>
The instructor’s body trembled subtly as he sensed Sombra’s fury simmering beneath that poker face. He acknowledged that he was at fault. He had marched into Star Society territory without seeking permission from above, all to chase revenge. Had he won, perhaps some would have overlooked it. But instead, Matthew had sent him sprawling with a single decisive kick. Now, branded as a sulking child, he had not only humiliated himself but sullied the honor of Moonveil. The thought of the severe repercussions awaiting him back at base sent a shudder through him. Sombra would exact a harsh price for this failure.
Fixing Matthew with a steely stare, Jason spoke with icy resolve. “Apologies on behalf of my subordinates, Mr. Santos. However, you appear overly confident as you specifically requested my presence. How about I unravel Star Society’s esteemed reputation as a gesture?” The unspoken threat hung thickly between them. To forgo pleasantries and declare an intention to dismantle the Star Society was tantamount to a declaration of war.