“The Mopp family...” Ordan’s lips trembled as he exchanged glances with Ruben.Just a short while ago, the two of them had been filled with confidence, believing that not even the Mopp family would dare challenge them. They were certain the Mopp family wouldn’t be able to get what they wanted.But in the end? These two powerful families were nothing more than ants before the Mopp family. In the face of overwhelming power, everyone was just an ant.Ordan no longer dared to speak ill of the Mopp family. He even suspected that his previous conversation with Ruben had been leaked, and the Mopp family had heard every word. That was likely why they had taken such drastic measures, destroying the entire underground networks in two cities and clearing the way for the Hamilton Group to enter the northern region.“I... I can’t accept this!” Ordan cried out, slumping over in despair. He wished for a miracle for some other powerful family to step in. But so far, nothing had happened.Ruben was ju

Meanwhile… Back at the small house in the mountains, the man kneeling on one knee outside the curtain-covered pavilion was the masked man who had just killed Kossa. “My Lord, Agent 2 has gone missing. I’ve tried contacting him multiple times, but there’s been no response. My Lord, you can’t let this continue,” the masked man said politely, bowing his head quickly. “Agent 2 did something like this? It won’t be easy for you to find him,” said the man behind the curtain with a faint chuckle. “He’s the last person who knows the deadly technique. What he desires goes far beyond your ambitions.” The man kneeling outside remained silent. A deep glint flashed beneath his mask. “Everyone is chasing after the same thing, just with different intensities. Some want more, some want less. Either way, I can give you everything you want. As for whether you have second thoughts or other plans, I don’t care.” His Majesty’s voice was calm, without the slightest hint of anger or annoyance.

And now, Sameen even had the opportunity to befriend Dixon. Even if it was only as a business partner, it was already the greatest achievement for the Obama family in decades. Sameen closed his eyes, recalling everything that had happened until now. He had revealed the power and trump cards he had kept hidden for over ten years, finally gaining full control over the Obama family. But the family's future remained uncertain. He needed a new trump card—one unbeatable move that could guarantee peace for the Obama family for the next hundred years. Some people build genuine friendships. Others form bonds purely for mutual interests. And some appear friendly while secretly competing. Whatever the nature of this relationship would become, one thing was certain: Sameen had to maintain a good relationship with Dixon, and must never become his enemy. Because anyone who stood against Dixon was bound to be destroyed. “This time, I’ll use this opportunity to prove my worth to you.” He opened

Stephano clutched his face and turned around to see who had just slapped him. His eyes turned bloodshot instantly. "Who are you?! How dare you slap me!" he roared, lunging forward. "I’ll kill you!" Another slap landed—this one even harder than before. It sent Stephano flying and rolling across the floor until he tumbled down the entrance stairs. Dixon didn’t even glance at Stephano. His eyes remained locked on Sayuz. "But it seems some people never learn, even after one slap." Silence. All eyes were now on Dixon. Who was this man? Was he tired of living? Did he even realize who he had just slapped? Stephano was from the Bokzo family. Those two slaps weren’t just physical blows—they were an insult to the entire Bokzo family. "Who are you, really?" Sayuz wasn’t interested in Stephano’s condition. He stared directly at Dixon with authority, trying to maintain control. "Do you even know who you just slapped?" "Does he know which servant he slapped?" Dixon replied cal

"This one tastes pretty good. You should try it," Dixon said to Gobu, pointing at one of the pastries on the table. As they talked, a waiter approached and bowed politely. His expression showed genuine respect. Dixon stood up immediately, just to greet the waiter. The other staff members who saw this looked visibly moved. "Are you Mr. Dixon Edric?" the waiter asked politely. Dixon nodded. The waiter continued, "Mr. Sameen Obama would like to meet you in the VIP room. May I trouble you for a moment of your time?" "Of course," Dixon replied, rising to his feet. He realized Sameen didn’t want others to know his identity, so he walked carefully and followed the waiter out. In the VIP room, Sameen looked a little nervous. This was his second time meeting Dixon. The first time, Dixon had flatly rejected him, and Sameen thought his life was over. But instead, Dixon gave him a chance. And now, this was his last one. When he heard a knock on the door, Sameen quickly stood up an