"The Roa family and my family have been operating in Voroz City for years, supporting the Allan and Romma families. We could have stayed relaxed, but someone from Reddof interfered and ruined our plans!" Gom continued in a loud voice, "And my brother, Lasso, also died in Voroz City! My family will definitely avenge this!" The head of the Roa family, Abigail, narrowed her eyes at Gom. "You are the future head of the Obama family, and I admire your drive. The Roa family is willing to work with you to reclaim Voroz City!" Abigail hadn’t planned to come personally, but after learning that Gom intended to become the next family head, she thought it was worth the visit. She was also older than Gom, which made negotiations easier when it came to securing more benefits in the future. In the north, timing and presence were everything. The balance of power shifted from time to time, so no one could predict what the situation would be when Gom finally took over the Obama family. Even if it

The twelve warriors had all been dispatched under the orders of the Obama family. Four grandmasters were sent to Voroz City, while the remaining eight were assigned to Reddof. “Don’t worry, Mr. Saton,” Gom replied calmly. “Eight elite fighters are more than enough to deal with Reddof. But Voroz... that’s a different story.” “And what if we fail to take down Reddof?” Saton Forr sounded agitated. He didn’t care much about Voroz. To him, Reddof was far more terrifying. The Forr family had only lost a few men in Voroz, but Reddof had completely driven them out—despite the fact they had ruled the area for over two decades. They even lost a grandmaster there! “Mr. Saton, failure is not an option,” said the head of the Roa family, finally speaking up. His tone made it clear he disapproved of Saton Forr’s attitude. “We’ve already agreed to entrust this matter to Gom, so let’s hear him out. I have faith in him.” Everyone in the alliance was in the same boat. No one dared act recklessly.

In Reddof… The cold wind and freezing rain filled the air, thick with the scent of murder. The weather battered the city relentlessly. Several figures moved swiftly through the downpour. They were Gobu’s men—bloodthirsty wolves, brave warriors willing to risk their lives to protect their home. “ATTACK!” Gobu led from the front, shouting at the top of his lungs. The time to kill had come. The eight grandmasters from the north were spotted the moment they set foot in Reddof. There was murder in the air. The rain poured harder as the night grew deeper. No one dared go outside, and the bloodstains on the ground were quickly washed away. The eight highly skilled warriors caused no commotion. Not even a ripple. It was as if they had stepped into a mysterious vortex and vanished without a trace. It was nearly dawn, but the rain had not stopped. “This rain might help wash away some filth, so Reddof can feel fresh again—and people can see how powerful Reddof truly is, even though we'

The head of the Swha family looked as if his soul had left his body, and his expression was filled with sorrow. The head of the Roa family had a dark expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with deep worry and fear. This had nothing to do with him initially, but now he had ended up offending a powerful and ruthless enemy! He snorted and said nothing more. Then he turned and left. The heads of the Forr and Swha families also left. They went to prepare themselves to bear the wrath of the two legends. Gom was left standing there alone like a fool. His strength was completely drained. Four grandmasters killed at once? Gom’s arms dropped weakly to his sides and his fingers trembled. There was no expression on his face as he kept muttering, “This is impossible… This is impossible…” After the news was confirmed, Reddof was shaken once more. Everyone had been waiting for this news. They all wanted to see how much trouble the Obama family and the other three families would

“I can understand why they want revenge. After all, Gom went too far with them—anyone would want to retaliate,” said Sameen. Gom was about to argue, but Oxe’s sharp glare shut him up instantly. “Father, think carefully. If our family were threatened and humiliated by a third-rate family, how would you feel?” Sameen asked calmly. Oxe scoffed, “A third-rate family? They’re too full of themselves! Are they tired of living?! I’ll wipe them out. How dare they challenge the Obama family?” “But that’s the reality now,” Sameen continued. “To the one controlling Reddof, the Obama family is no different from a third-rate clan. That’s why he can kill us so easily. And we’ve provoked him multiple times.” Oxe’s expression shifted as he finally understood where Sameen was going with this. He looked at his youngest son seriously. Sameen seemed different now. “They won’t stop until the Obama family is completely wiped out,” Sameen sighed. “Unless we surrender, admit our mistakes, and apologize.