“Does this have anything to do with me?” Bizak asked. “If not, I’m leaving.” He stood up. “I wanted to tell you to please… come back!” Nouh shouted loudly, chasing after his brother. Bizak stopped in his tracks. Nouh continued in a cold voice, “Don’t think I don’t know what path you’ve chosen. I understand your passion for martial arts, but if you’ve gone down a darker road…” “I don’t think you have the right to lecture me,” Bizak turned around with a slightly mocking smile. “If I hadn’t stepped aside, do you really think you could’ve become the head of the Ganz family?” He turned again and walked off, not caring what Nouh had to say. Nouh was so angry his face turned red. He pointed a finger at Bizak but couldn’t say a single word. He could only watch him leave and disappear into the distance. After a long moment, he sighed and shook his head. “You’re my brother. I don’t want to see you die!” Nouh slammed the table hard. Nouh knew Bizak had been injured. But with Bizak’s cu

Bizak thought Dixon had just reached the grandmaster level at a young age, so killing him should’ve been easy. He only wanted to release his anger. He never imagined Dixon would be this terrifying. Dixon walked toward him, releasing an aura more ferocious than before. Bizak’s face turned deathly pale. “How… how is this happening…” Bizak’s face was filled with fear and disbelief. Terror crept into his eyes as he stared at Dixon. How could this young man in front of him be so terrifying? It was beyond his imagination. The man he wanted to kill turned out to be far stronger than him. “Who… who are you really?” Bizak gasped. His clothes were torn from being dragged across the ground, blood dripping from his body. The injury in his chest flared up again. “You don’t even know who I am, yet you dared to try and kill me?” Dixon’s expression darkened. “You interrupted my video call with my wife, and destroyed the phone she gave me? That’s unforgivable.” Dixon threw a

"Who was the last person Bizak met recently?" Nouh's face turned pale. "He just returned, so no enemies should know that. And even if they did, who would dare attack a member of my family in this territory?" Even the strongest families didn’t have a solid enough reason to kill Bizak. "Mr. Nouh, it's always been difficult to track Mr. Bizak's movements," the head butler said nervously. "He came back two days ago, but he refused to let anyone inform you. He locked himself in the study, and... it seemed like someone came to see him." "WHO?!" Nouh’s eyes widened with fury. "Investigate it! Find out who it was!" "Yes, sir!" The butler immediately ran off to carry out the order. Nouh’s expression was filled with a deadly urge. His rage boiled like a crashing sea. He could accept the fact that the Ganz Family remained at the first-tier level without rising further. But he could not accept his own brother being killed so brutally! Nouh turned to his personal guard, Jakko. "H

At the Fow Family Residence. Ordan was having breakfast when the news arrived. His face turned pale. The teacup in his hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “What did you say...? The Bokzo Family... is gone?” “They’re all dead, sir. A major tragedy...” the butler replied, his voice shaking. Ordan swallowed hard. His hands trembled. If the Bokzo Family could be wiped out... what about them? Fear gripped him. He used to work closely with the Bokzo Family. Was the Fow Family next? One name surfaced in his mind—Dixon. Ruben had once said they would send top-tier fighters to kill Dixon. But what happened was the opposite. The Bokzo Family was annihilated! Ordan tried to calm himself. He had originally planned to find the Obama Family’s weaknesses and strike, hoping to revive his own family’s name. But now? It felt like ice water had been poured over him. His whole body trembled. “What should we do?” the butler asked nervously. Ordan tried to speak, but not a sing

The Fow family was prepared to give up anything...Even their own lives. As long as their family could survive. “Mr. Sameen…” Ordan’s voice trembled, nearly breaking. He was desperate. His mind was overwhelmed by one terrifying possibility: the Fow family would be wiped out like the Bokzo family. “Enough,” Sameen finally said. “I’m not asking for much. I just want to know all the Fow family’s connections with the Mopp Group, every benefit, every deal, every contract, everything. If it’s related to Mopp Group, I want to know about it. If anything is hidden, I will come to your place and take it myself.” The implied threat in that sentence silenced Ordan. He didn’t understand why Sameen wanted this information, but if it could save his family, he was willing to give up everything. “Yes, yes! That’s fine! No problem at all!” This information wasn’t exactly a big secret. But Ordan began to feel uneasy. Was that really all Sameen wanted? He waited. But Sameen said nothing, and