Defending Lian's honour

Sirius arched his brow as one of his attendants handed him a glass of liquor. He walked over to her with slow, measured strides, his presence overpowering. "Business?" he said, voice dripping with disdain. "I never do business with the scum of the Republic."

"Not even my half-brother?" Peng Xiu retorted, sneering.

Sirius snorted, taking a sip of his drink before sitting down. He placed the glass on the table and turned it slightly, his fingers playing with the rim before he leaned back into the couch.

"You know you won't win this war," Peng Xiu continued, her tone unwavering. "So, what is it exactly that you want? Whatever it is, I will get it for you."

A twisted smile curled on Sirius's lips. "I might not win, but I will take the Republic down with me." He looked at her, eyes gleaming with a chilling determination. In that moment, Sirius embodied the very essence of the Grim Reaper.