. . Seeing the armed men dressed entirely in black, with their faces obscured by sinister-looking masks, was enough to send chills racing down the spines of every student present. The ominous sight alone caused a ripple of fear to spread throughout the crowd like wildfire. Some students instinctively began to back away, their trembling legs betraying their fear. Others, too terrified to think clearly, attempted to hide behind their peers, seeking a false sense of security as if blending into the crowd would shield them from harm. No one knew where this group of armed and masked men had come from. Their sudden appearance was as inexplicable as it was terrifying. Equally unclear was their purpose. Why had they appeared here, of all places? What did they want? The only certainty in the air was their hostility, and that alone was enough to terrify the students into silence. Before the masked intruders could even utter a single word, chaos erupted. Frank’s elite bodyguards, highly train

. . Landon stood silently, his sharp eyes fixed on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. A small, satisfied smile graced his lips. He was pleased with his decision to stay out of the battle thus far. While he had the ability to confront the masked attackers and overpower them, he had chosen restraint. He wanted to observe, to gauge the situation, and more importantly, to see whether Frank would step forward to defend the students. Frank had done exactly that, and his performance on the battlefield spoke volumes. From what Landon could see, Frank was not just a skilled martial artist—he was exceptionally talented. His movements were fluid and powerful, each strike precise and devastating. The way he tore through the masked men with ease confirmed his status. Landon could tell with certainty that Frank had reached the rank of a Dragon-Level Martial Artist. This realization solidified something important in Landon’s mind: Frank Madden was indeed a member of the Madden family of th

. . “Ah!” Tricia let out a high-pitched scream of pain and outrage as she landed on the floor, clutching her bruised backside. Her face twisted in anger, and she pointed an accusatory finger at Landon. “How dare you push me?! Who do you think you are?!” Ruth immediately seized the opportunity to escalate the situation, her voice rising in anger as she pointed at Landon. “Yeah, Landon! How dare you push Tricia? Are you out of your mind? A loser like you must be begging for a beating! When the dangerous men showed up, you did absolutely nothing! You hid like the coward you are! And now that Frank has dealt with all of them, you have the audacity to push his girlfriend to the ground? Who do you think you’re dealing with?! How dare you!” Joan chimed in, her tone laced with disdain. “He’s just a rich coward trying to save face. What’s more disgusting is his excuse! Claiming he didn’t step in because he knew Frank could handle it? Just admit it, Landon—you’re nothing but a spineless wea

..Landon was resolute. He genuinely had no intention of killing Frank. Why would he? Eliminating Frank wouldn’t solve any of the problems at hand. If he were to kill Frank now, he would lose any chance of extracting the valuable information he might be able to sniff out of him. It was plain and simple—Frank was not the Blue Sovereign. Killing Frank wouldn’t offer him any direct advantage. There was no strategic or practical benefit to taking his life.No, the better plan—the much more calculated and effective approach—was to keep Frank alive. Not just alive but cooperative enough to spill every shred of information he might possess. The best way for Landon to enjoy the fruits of blowing Frank’s cover was to ensure his survival. Alive, Frank was a potential goldmine of secrets. Dead, he was useless.“Well, we’ll talk about this later!” Landon said with an almost disarmingly cheerful smile. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without any warning, Landon delivered a t

..When Frank lost consciousness, the entire atmosphere fell eerily quiet. The surrounding students, wary of getting caught in the backlash of Frank and Landon’s intense fight, had instinctively taken shelter behind walls, under benches, and anywhere else that provided safety. However, after a few seconds passed and no further attacks were launched, curiosity got the better of them. Slowly, one by one, they began to peek out from their hiding spots. “Who won?…” a voice tentatively asked, breaking the silence as the crowd strained their eyes to peer through the thick, swirling cloud of dust that had been kicked up during the fierce battle. “What are you talking about? My boyfriend obviously won, of course!” Tricia snapped with a confident smirk. The very notion of Landon defeating Frank was utterly inconceivable to her. The mere thought of such an outcome was absurd—laughable even. She had just witnessed Frank, her boyfriend, single-handedly decimate a group of fighters with an