"That's right," Dixon replied with a nod. "I'm not sure where that move came from, but since you're so knowledgeable, I thought you might know its origin." Gavo waved his hand, unwilling to hear more. He feared that while it started out sounding like a compliment, it might end as sarcasm or an insult. Still, he pondered it seriously. Dixon didn’t interrupt him. If there was anyone who had mastered the world of martial arts today, it was Gavo—the most influential figure from Martial Sect A. "The technique you used earlier consists of two moves from Sect S," Gavo muttered, frowning. "Or rather, modified versions of them." It was one of the martial arts styles from the Sect S lineage. "But no one has seen that style for years. I used to know a grandmaster from Sect S, but he died eight years ago," Gavo said, eyeing Dixon. "And he had no disciples." That meant no one had trained long enough to be considered an expert in the Sect S style. The world of martial arts had now fad

“Dixon is not our enemy, understand?” Gavo said. He then waved his hand and said nothing more. Turning around, he walked back into the house. Even if Gavo didn’t like Dixon, he had to admit that Dixon’s perspective, mindset, and abilities were not something an ordinary person possessed. *** Dixon left the northern mountains and returned to Reddof. The journey didn’t take long. He had entrusted the investigation of the two tattooed men from Rowo to Gavo, so he didn’t dwell on it further. Dixon knew that once Gavo truly grasped the gravity of the situation, his stubborn nature would make him treat it as a top priority. Sometimes, people in the martial arts world seemed old-fashioned, but when it came to right and wrong, martial artists deeply understood their responsibilities. When Dixon arrived at the Hamilton Group, he was met with bad news. “I didn’t expect those clowns to show up now,” Diana said angrily. “We don’t have any conflict with them, do we? This is clearly

Tambo massaged his palm. He had used too much force, and now it hurt. He looked at the blood dripping from Lokan’s face and let out a cold laugh. “Beat him! I don’t believe his mouth is tougher than his bones!” Tambo ordered his subordinates. After that, he stopped paying attention to Lokan. He was simply waiting for someone from Hamilton Group to come rescue Lokan—and surrender in the northern market. Tambo couldn’t help but wonder how the Mopp Group would thank him for this. He didn’t expect someone like Beatrice to personally praise him, but even if a few directors from Mopp Group said a word of appreciation, it would be enough to earn him major benefits. He leaned back on the couch and grabbed some fruit from the table, stuffing it into his mouth before asking, “Has anyone from Hamilton Group shown up yet?” “We haven’t seen them come in,” his subordinate replied. *** Dixon and the others had just landed and were heading straight to downtown Ormas. “Boss, according

"I think... there’s been a misunderstanding between us," Tambo said hesitantly. "I didn’t expect the Hamilton Group to have someone as powerful as you. If your intention is to take a man from the Hamilton Group in order to gain favor from the Mopp Group, I can hand him over to you directly." He suspected that Dixon wasn’t really from the Hamilton Group, but rather from one of the powerful families in the north. Perhaps Dixon was simply using this opportunity to prove himself to the Mopp Group. If that was his true goal, Tambo wouldn’t hesitate to give him the man from the Hamilton Group. Dixon stared sharply at him. "So you think the Hamilton Group can be messed with however you like?" Those words froze Tambo in place. The discomfort in his heart grew stronger. His heart pounded faster, and an uncontrollable wave of anxiety surged through him. He knew the Hamilton Group was strong, but they were still no match for the great northern families. He had never imagined the Hamilton

"Big Boss, what should we do next?" Gobu asked seriously. "We’ll make them come knocking on our door. I don’t need to go hunting them one by one," Dixon replied. "I’m curious to see how many more dare to challenge the Hamilton Group." The northern region wasn’t just dangerous—it was a complex world filled with all kinds of people and entangled powers. They might not be enemies of the Hamilton Group, but they could still attack it just to catch the attention of the Mopp Group. Opportunists like that—those who follow whoever's in power—had to be eliminated. "If one comes, I’ll kill one. If a whole group comes, I’ll wipe out the entire group," said Dixon. Dixon knew well that the enemy of an enemy is a friend. Likewise, the enemy of a friend is his enemy. Anyone looking to support the Mopp Group and the Mopp family didn’t care if the Hamilton Group was their enemy or not—they might have had no business with the Hamiltons. But they would still go all out to attack just to prove their