"There's a rumor she once destroyed an entire city."
For a few seconds, nobody said anything.
No glasses clinked. No one moved. Even the cigar man didn't take a puff. The background music from the party below still pulsed faintly through the walls, but it felt far away.
Just quiet.
Then the silence broke—not with another warning, but with laughter.
Soft at first. Then louder.
Each person let out a breath they hadn't realized they were holding. The tension vanished with a scoff, like they'd all silently agreed it was too ridiculous to be real.
The bald man was the first to chuckle. "Come on. That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"
"She's a pop star and an actress," said the man in the white shirt, his chain catching the dim light as he leaned back.
"She sings love songs, plays roles in movies, and wears expensive dresses. That's not someone who flattens a city."
