The tension in the banquet room had reached its peak as Han Joon's gun gleamed under the chandeliers. He leveled it at Taewoo, his voice laced with defiance. "I'm sorry, Uncle, but I do not accept this development!"
The murmurs of disbelief swept through the room, and every eye turned to Taewoo, waiting for his reaction.
"Han Joon," Taewoo said, his voice calm but edged with danger. "You're making a grave mistake."
"Am I?" Han Joon challenged, his finger twitching on the trigger. "You think just because you've hosted one bloody banquet, you can waltz in here and claim your throne? I refuse to bow to a child!"
Bum tensed beside Taewoo, ready to act, but Taewoo raised a hand, signaling him to wait. He couldn't show any sign of weakness.
"Do you really want to do this?" Taewoo asked, his tone icy.
Han Joon sneered, his bravado faltering. "I'm not afraid of you, Moon Taewoo!"
