Bondo was slightly taken aback at first, then said, “The descendants of the martial arts world are rather complicated. They have no respect for modern laws and societal rules, and I’m afraid it’ll be difficult to defend ourselves against them, Big Boss.” People like Sanos never cared about the rules of this world. He would kill with a single slash of his sword—enough to strike fear into those in the North. “They’re just a bunch of stubborn old relics. Bondo, you're overthinking it,” Dixon waved his hand dismissively, unfazed by the issue. “Those old fools... you don’t need to worry about them.” “Understood.” Bondo said nothing more and responded to the Behnam family with Dixon’s message. The response from Reddof brought a mix of reactions among several powerful families in the North who had been closely watching the situation. “Come if you dare? That so-called King of Reddof really has a big mouth!” “He must be insane! That’s Gavo Behnam! A powerful grandmaster! To challen

Dixon would finish his training session and then pick up Diana from her office. The drama series he was following would air that night, so he had no time to get involved in the same old mud-slinging mess. "Understood, Big Boss," Paulo nodded and left. Dixon closed his eyes again. From the sounds of the training, he could already gauge the progress of the trainees. He truly didn’t care about the Behnam family. *** Meanwhile, Gavo’s expression was grim. He was a grandmaster. He had come to Reddof personally, and yet Dixon had the audacity to say he didn’t have time to see him?! How arrogant! Did Dixon think the Behnam family was something to be trifled with? Gavo was nearly seventy years old, and yet he had never been humiliated like this. The middle-aged men with him were practically bloodthirsty, itching to tear Dixon apart. However, thirty men stood in front of them, their faces expressionless. "Sorry, our Big Boss is currently very busy and not accepting guests. Pleas

Gavo wore no expression on his face, but a murderous intent had begun to stir within him. He sat in silence late into the night. His eyes were half-closed, his body motionless, as if frozen in place. Suddenly, he opened his eyes—now glowing with a sharp light. “Dixon… tonight, I’ll kill you.” He stood up and vanished into the darkness. *** At the Hamilton Group residence, a pot of delicious grilled fish was being served as the family's dinner. William and Diana had just returned from working overtime, famished. “The smell is incredible!” Diana said as she inhaled the aroma from the pot. Her eyes lit up. “I’m digging in first.” She looked around and noticed Dixon was missing. “Where’s Dixon? Isn’t he the one who loves food the most? Why hasn’t he shown up?” *** At that moment, Dixon was standing outside in the yard of the bungalow. A cigarette burned low between his fingers. He squinted as he spotted a figure approaching. “How pitiful. The head grandmaster of the Be

Beatrice had no doubts. She immediately booked a flight and headed to Reddof. She was determined to confirm whether that man was really Dixon—the one she had known. After Beatrice left the northern region, Abraham received the news. “Sir, Miss Beatrice has gone to Reddof. I’m afraid it’ll be difficult to keep this secret,” Jack said with a worried tone. The Mopp family no longer opposed Beatrice marrying Dixon, even though they were the ones who broke it off in the past. They must have suspected something. “Do you really think the Mopp family knows the truth? They’re just trying to test her. They’re not sure yet, so they’re letting Beatrice go to Reddof.” Naturally, the Mopp family believed that no matter how different Dixon looked now, Beatrice would still recognize him. Jack was surprised. “Sir, have you already made arrangements?” “I don’t need to arrange anything,” Abraham sneered. “Dixon is a smart boy. He drove off the Behnam family on the surface, but behind the scenes,

Dixon stopped and turned around to look at Beatrice strangely. “Who are you? Do you know me?” “I’m Beatrice!” Beatrice looked at Dixon and reached out her hand toward him. Her eyes quickly turned red. “I’m Beatrice! Don’t you remember me?” Dixon took two steps back and avoided her hand. He quickly responded, “I don’t know you! Beatrice? I’ve never heard that name before.” He didn’t know her? “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” Beatrice’s eyes turned red as she looked at Dixon sadly. “You are him, I know I’m not mistaken. You’re Dixon from the Edric family in the north!” “Miss, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. My name is indeed Dixon, but I don’t think I’m the one you’re talking about,” Dixon said with a smile. “I’m here to pick up my wife from work, so please excuse me.” Dixon then began to walk away. “Stop right there!” Beatrice wouldn’t let him go. She grabbed Dixon’s arm and pushed up his sleeve. “Don’t try to lie to me! My bite mark should still be there, so you c