"I’ve already sent someone to follow her," Dixon said seriously, informing Paulo. "Ever since Beatrice left the North, someone’s been tailing her. I don’t know who it is, but this person is quite powerful. I have no idea where they’re from." "Keep tracking her and make sure Beatrice is safe." A murderous expression appeared on Dixon’s face.*** After leaving the Hamilton Group, Beatrice seemed a bit out of it. She kept replaying all their childhood memories and trying to match the Dixon from back then to the man she saw today. But no matter how hard she tried, they just didn’t fit. The man she saw earlier looked like a weakling who relied on his wife. He didn’t even dare raise his voice in front of Diana. How could he be the same Dixon who used to beat up other boys when they were kids? "Did he lose his memory? Or is he a different person?" Beatrice’s eyes turned a little red. She had come filled with anticipation, but was now leaving with disappointment. "Maybe he’s been dead fo

All of Reddof moved like a tidal wave. Everyone from the underground circle covered every inch of the streets, searching for any suspicious individuals. Gobu and his men didn’t drink a single drop of water or eat a bite of food. They kept searching relentlessly. They would kill those two bastards and avenge Fofo! Ever since the day they followed Dixon, these men knew this was a dangerous path, and they could die at any moment. Today it was Fofo, tomorrow it could be Gobu. This was the road they had chosen, and they had no intention of turning back. They weren’t afraid to die, nor did they care about their own lives. But as long as they were still breathing, they would get revenge for their fallen brother! It was already late at night. After searching all night, they still couldn't find the two men in black. Was this a trap set for Reddof? If someone of Beatrice's status were killed in Reddof, the powerful Mopp family from the north wouldn't sit still. They would be furious and sen

"I know neither of you will ever say who sent you here, so I never intended to interrogate you." Dixon stepped forward and stared at the two men in black. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes. "I’ll send you on your way." Without hesitation, Dixon stomped down hard, killing them instantly. He knew forcing people like this to talk was impossible. But at least now, he was certain he was heading in the right direction. The powerful family in the North was rotten to the core. Were they starting to get cautious now? Since they were familiar with Dixon’s formation techniques, that meant they had real-world experience with them. Whoever sent them likely knew Dixon personally. Dixon wasn’t surprised they had suddenly appeared in Reddof. The city’s reputation as a forbidden zone had spread far and wide, and he had already declared he would kill his way northward. Someone was bound to make a move. Dixon was about to leave when Gobu suddenly called out, “What’s this?” Dixon turn

At the Same Time Beatrice had personally declared that Mopp Group’s next major mission was to strike against Hamilton Group! The battle was inevitable. Everything exploded like wildfire! Mopp Group was a giant—no one could rival them. Let alone a newcomer like Hamilton Group, which had only existed for a year—even well-established corporations that had stood for decades bowed before Mopp Group. As soon as the news spread, it wasn’t just Reddof that was shaken—the entire nation was stunned. No one had expected Mopp Group to take such interest in Hamilton Group. It was like an elephant publicly declaring its intent to crush an ant—yet with overwhelming force and attention. Mopp Group even announced that destroying Hamilton Group was now their top priority! Hamilton Group’s path to the North was instantly cut off. In an instant, the business landscape was transformed. Some said Mopp Group was wasting a cannon to kill a mosquito—that Hamilton Group wasn’t worthy of being m

"Once you're done drying the pumpkin slices, send some to Fofo—he's always loved eating them." Mrs. Hana sat on the chair. There was a smile on her face, though she looked sad. "Fofo hasn’t come home in a long time. Have you asked him when he’ll be back?" "He’s busy with work and might not be able to leave. He’ll come home when he has time. Why do you keep asking?" Fofo's father, Panto, gave only a vague reply and didn’t want to explain further. Fofo hadn’t called in over a month. Some villagers said that their son might’ve been arrested, but Panto didn’t believe them. Even if his son wasn’t well-educated or capable of much, he was a good boy who would never harm anyone! "Busy with work?" a voice suddenly rang out. "Panto, stop lying to your wife. Everyone in the village knows your son got involved with those gangsters who have no regard for human life!" "What are you talking about?!" Panto shouted angrily as he turned toward the man walking up to him. "My son would never