"If you want to break my legs, you should ask him first if he's okay with it," Dixon said, pointing at Gobu. "I really want to kill all of you right now!" Gobu growled. A murderous aura instantly erupted from him, filling the entire room as if his blood had started to boil in fury. Sayuz and his men tensed up immediately, as if they were facing a deadly enemy. It was a truly terrifying aura. They hadn’t paid any attention to the man beside Dixon before and had no idea he could be this dangerous. “W-Who are you?!” Stephano stuttered in panic. He looked at Dixon with fear in his eyes. All his men had been taken down in an instant, and now he had no confidence left. He turned to Sayuz, only to find him pale as well. It was clear that Gobu’s display had shaken them to the core. “You don’t need to know who I am,” Dixon said calmly. “What you need to know is this, Sameen, or more precisely, the Obama family, is under my protection.” Sameen felt like he had just been given a se

Meanwhile, at the Fow family estate. Ordan’s expression had been terrible lately. He had lost his greatest resource—it felt like the Fow family had their arm cut off. The truth was, he still couldn’t understand how the people from Reddof managed to pull it off. Even if they had help from the Mopp family, how could not a single piece of information leak from his contacts within the Mopp family? “Keep investigating!” Ordan shouted. “As long as we find something, we can rise again! So what if the Mopp family supported them? Even a cornered rabbit will bite back! The Fow family will become a top-tier power! I won’t let our family collapse just like that!” His voice rang through the room, fierce and unrelenting, making his subordinates tremble. It was clear he was looking for a place to unload his fury. “Mr. Ordan, something has happened,” the butler said, panting, his face pale with worry. He hesitated to speak, afraid that any more bad news might push Ordan into a total rage. “S

Of course, Ordan had no idea what Sonta was really trying to say. When he heard Sonta tell him to back off and leave immediately, his face turned dark. He thought he had misheard. The dog who had always worked under him was now telling him to avoid conflict and retreat after getting slapped?! “Mr. Ordan, it’s too dangerous to stay here! The Obama family is not someone we can mess with!” Sonta said in a rush. Ordan slapped Sonta hard across the face and glared at him angrily. “You little bastard! Do you even know what you’re saying?!” The Obama family can’t be touched? So it’s fine for them to offend the Fow and Bokzo families instead? The Fow family had raised Sonta for years, but instead of being grateful, he was now siding with another family! Ordan hadn’t even settled the issue of Sonta’s failure to guard the Sheim region. The slap landed hard, splitting Sonta’s lip. The people watching said nothing. They didn’t know how to react. What was happening to the Fow f

“I can give you both a chance this time, but next time…” Sameen’s expression darkened, and a murderous aura radiated from him. “…don’t blame me if I become ruthless. Now get out!” His voice carried immense pressure. Neither Ordan nor Ruben dared to respond. The Obama family now had a fighter stronger than a grandmaster. Offending them would be a disaster. Only then did Ordan realize why Sonta had insisted he leave the hall earlier. Sonta had known. Even though they were furious and humiliated, both men remained silent and left with their subordinates. After the two prominent families departed, the party atmosphere couldn't be salvaged. The way the guests from other powerful families looked at Sameen changed drastically. Now, they saw him with awe, caution, and even fear. No one doubted Sameen’s position as the head of the Obama family anymore. With a warrior like Dixon by his side, even first-tier families would think twice before going against them. “Everyone!” Sameen cal

Bizak walked up to the mirror and smiled at his own reflection, a hard cold face with a piercing gaze that made even his own shadow seem uneasy. There was something strange in his eyes: too calm, too confident, like a tiger waiting for its prey to come closer. “Mr. Bizak, the Head of the Family wishes to see you.” The voice came from outside the door—polite, but full of pressure. “Understood,” Bizak replied shortly. It had been a long time since he returned to the Ganz family residence. And now that he had, his eldest brother had immediately summoned him. Something about that irritated him. Bizak walked down the long hallway at a relaxed pace, but every movement he made gave off a hidden sense of danger. In the main hall, Nouh Ganz sat on his throne. His hair had turned white, and although his posture remained upright, the weight of his sixty years was starting to show. As the head of the Ganz family, one of the first-tier families in Sheim—Nouh knew exactly how fragil