Meanwhile, at the AHA Group real estate company office... In a luxurious high-rise office spanning over 2,000 square feet, complete with an indoor hot spring bath, a bald man was soaking in the tub, surrounded by a laughing woman. "Once I secure this project, the profits could reach billions of dollars!" Toma boasted arrogantly. "Darling, do you have any idea how big Amabon village is?" "I don’t know, I just know you’re really big," the woman replied flirtatiously, her hand reaching for his crotch. Toma quickly stopped her. "That’s enough. I need to rest. I’m getting old." "Mr. Toma," the woman said, "that land really is valuable. I’ve seen it myself—beautiful scenery and fresh air. If it’s developed, it’ll definitely make money. But the villagers seem unwilling to move, don’t they?" Toma sneered. "I’ve been more than generous with them and offered a fair price. Back then, they couldn’t even get a single cent. I will get that land, no matter what it takes." To him, if th

Gobu stood up and slapped him so hard that his face was covered in blood. "Do you think an apology is useful? If we hadn’t come here today, would you be kneeling right now?" Gobu and the others had once belonged to the underground world themselves. They knew far better than all the useless people standing in front of them. Gobu grew even angrier and wished he could strangle the man in front of him. He didn't hold back—grabbing Togaz by the collar and slapping him several more times. "They're Fofo's parents, so that makes them like my parents too! And because you dared to bully them, that’s even worse than bullying me!" Gobu shouted. He kicked Togaz hard in the chest, and his ribs snapped instantly with a loud crack. Togaz howled and curled up on the ground. But Gobu was still furious, and he raised his fist to punch him. If that punch landed, Togaz’s skull would likely burst open. Only the wind howled as Gobu’s fist passed by the man’s face—yet it was enough to terrify him to t

After hearing Dixon's voice, the man on the other end of the phone trembled and immediately began to kowtow, shouting, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Big Boss, please spare me! Big Boss, please! I didn’t do anything! Big Boss, please forgive me!" Toma felt his face go numb. Big Boss? The man he had called was someone he admired—a highly respected figure in Reddof. But… he called Dixon his Big Boss? He even knelt and begged for mercy? "I’ll leave forgiveness to the gods. The only thing I can do is send you to them," Dixon said coldly. Dixon’s gaze pierced straight through Toma, making him so terrified that he dropped his phone. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, breaking in two. Toma stood frozen. He wanted to kneel, but his body refused to obey. He was too scared. Then the horrifying thought hit him—could this man... be the king of Reddof?! And he had actually tried to threaten this king? Even boasted about his connections! How foolish he had been. The entire legal and illegal world

“I still don’t know whether Rowo is a single person or an organization. Maybe it’s just a symbol. But the more mysterious something is, the more dangerous it tends to be,” said Bondo, speaking from his years of experience. “In my memory, Chairman Kane once said that the North holds a Rowo that will burn the entire sky!” Bondo continued. Dixon narrowed his eyes slightly. If Chairman Kane were still alive, Dixon could ask him a few things. But it seemed this Rowo had hidden itself extremely well. Even someone as cunning and well-informed as Bondo knew very little about them. Dixon had investigated this matter for a long time but could only confirm one thing—Rowo was in the North. Yet whether it was a person, a group, or someone pulling the strings behind it, he still had no idea. “Bondo, from this day forward, Rowo will be our top-priority mission. If you find anything even remotely related to that name, investigate it thoroughly for me!” “Got it, Big Boss!” Dixon narrowed

At the Same Time. The Behnam Family in the Northern Mountains. As a major pillar of the Martial Sect, the Behnam family held a prestigious position in the martial arts world. Gavo, being a top-ranked grandmaster, was even more respected. His status was far above that of Naim Noo. However, ever since his return from Reddof, vicious rumors had begun to circulate. Some claimed that the Behnam family had suffered a humiliating defeat and their reputation as top-tier grandmasters had collapsed. Others said that Gavo had been driven out with a broken leg. There were even those who said that when the Behnam family arrived in Reddof, they were so terrified that they turned back the same way they came and never even entered the city. Some went as far as to say that the Behnam family had never lived up to their name. Their reputation and strength were merely rumors, and when faced with a truly formidable fighter, they didn’t dare to fight at all. The members of the eight bloodlines