Many of those who had once wanted to attack Reddof in the past were now filled with fear. But of course, there were still many who remained undisturbed. This was the North, after all! This wasn’t a place where just anyone could stir up trouble or get their way. Reddof’s restricted territory? Even they wouldn’t have had the guts to pull off something like this. These newcomers were clearly here just to cause trouble and try to gain something out of it. “Tsk. You're giving them too much credit. This is the North, home to some of the most powerful families. Do you really think they're just for show?” “What’s the big deal about Reddof being a forbidden zone? It’s not them. I’m sure it’s not. They wouldn’t dare cause trouble in the North!” “Let’s wait and see. Someone will crush them by tomorrow!” As expected, several powerful families in the North sent their most skilled fighters. Their bases in Ormas had been wiped out overnight, so they had no choice but to respond. A number of hig

Two family members of Behnam family flew through the air and vomited large amounts of blood from their mouths mid-flight, dying shortly afterward. Their bodies crashed heavily to the floor, shocking everyone present. The faces of the Behnam family members in charge turned pale. "Who are you?!" one of them shouted loudly. The only response he got was another flying corpse. It was kicked into the courtyard, its bones completely shattered. Blood was everywhere, and everyone's hair stood on end. Someone started screaming. It had been a long time since anyone had seen such a terrifying sight. A figure slowly walked into the hall. The strange smiling mask sent chills down everyone's spine. "Behnam Family," said the masked man. His voice was raspy, as if filled with sand. His sharp eyes stared at Gavo with utter disgust. "The Behnam Family has crossed the line and deserves to die." His voice was calm, but it radiated murderous intent. "How dare you! How dare you cause trouble

"You must not take his life," Dixon said. The air around Dixon began to shift. Now, he resembled a fierce dragon cloaked in an aura of cruelty and power. As soon as those words left his mouth, Dixon moved. BANG! The stone tiles on the floor shattered into pieces! Dixon moved like lightning! The members of the Behnam family were instantly terrified. They couldn't even see clearly what Dixon was doing. All they saw was a shadow flash by—and suddenly, Dixon was already standing in front of the masked man. A single punch was thrown, sending shockwaves through the air. Even Gavo couldn’t hide his astonishment. He knew Dixon was unimaginably powerful, but this punch still made his heart pound wildly. The masked man didn’t dare to lower his guard. Dixon’s speed alone told him that this young man was no ordinary person. He struck back with a punch of his own, just as fearsome as a feral tiger emerging from the mountains. Their fists collided with a thunderous crash. The masked man's

*At the Hamilton Family Residence* Hansen was brewing tea at the doorstep of the Hamilton family bungalow. As long as he was there, the bungalow remained the safest place around. He looked up and snorted softly when he saw Dixon return. Dixon walked closer, grabbed the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. "Do you know anything about Sect Z?" Dixon’s first question made Hansen swallow hard. His gaze instantly sharpened. "How do you know about Sect Z?" "I just came back from the Behnam family residence in the northern mountains," Dixon replied. "The Behnam family was nearly wiped out by someone from Sect Z. The attacker was the 30th-generation disciple of Sect B’s school. His name was Hanzo." "Impossible!" Hansen immediately denied it. "He died a long time ago!" But his expression shifted. Dixon wasn’t the type to lie, and Gavo from the Behnam family personally knew Hanzo. There was no way they had mistaken him for someone else. "So... h

The Hamilton Group was starting to face more attacks. Not just from the Mopp Group. Many other parties, feeling threatened by the potential loss of their own profits, had begun to act—some openly, others in the shadows. If the Hamilton Group succeeded in entering the northern market, it wouldn’t just be about business. It would be a challenge to the dominance of the powerful families in that region. The main gate had been breached. None of them wanted this to happen, let alone accept it. The faster the Hamilton Group grew, the stronger the defensive reactions from the old rulers of the northern territories. Meanwhile, Diana sat in her office, having just concluded an internal meeting on their strategy to penetrate the northern market. They planned to launch a new product tailored to the region’s weather and consumer needs. However, a practical problem stood in their way. They lacked research data. “We’ve never sold anything to the north before, so we don’t have any data on what