One of them slowly reached for the window, carefully unlocking the latch. In the near-absolute silence, two black shadows slipped inside like ghosts. No sound, no trace. Once inside, they moved straight toward the bed where Diana was supposed to be lying. The air around them was cold and sharp, echoing the cruelty they carried. In an instant, two gleaming blades flashed in their hands, stabbing down toward the bed with full force. But they struck nothing but air. The bed was empty. The light switched on, flooding the room. Dixon stood by the door, his face dark, his eyes cold. "Looks like some people still don’t know when to give up," he said flatly, his tone calm but filled with threat. The two assassins froze. Their first attempt had failed, but Devon’s order was clear—kill Dixon tonight. There was no other option. "Kill him!" one of them shouted. Their blades swung again, glinting sharply under the light. But Dixon didn’t move an inch. He simply stepped forwar

The killing aura radiating from Dixon finally made Devon truly terrified. He had never imagined anyone would dare to treat a member of the Moore family like this. Dixon was only the Hamilton family’s son-in-law. How could a man from such a small company dare to threaten him? But the truth was, Dixon was not just threatening him. He was ready to kill him. “Don’t... don’t do anything stupid!” Devon screamed, his voice trembling. “I’m from the Moore family... I—ARGH!” Dixon didn’t give him the chance to finish his words. A few hard slaps landed across his face until it was almost unrecognizable. “Gobu!” Dixon called sharply. “Yes, Big Boss!” Gobu replied at once. “Find out everything he knows about the A Sect.” Dixon had lost all patience. He didn’t care if Devon came from the Moore family or even from the royal court itself. Anyone who dared to touch Diana would pay the price, even if that person was the Exalted One. His anger burned inside him, but he kept it contain

Did Dixon really intend to give those new employees that much money, just as a settling allowance? That question flashed through everyone’s minds. Not because they doubted Dixon’s sincerity, but because they were stunned by how little he seemed to care about money. “Mr. Dixon…” Aubin spoke up, seeming as if he wanted to say more. With enthusiasm, Aubin took the card Dixon had given and handed it directly to five staff members standing behind him. Seeing the young faces swallow in shock, he could only shake his head and give a small laugh. For Aubin, the amount was not the main point. What impressed him was Dixon’s attitude: so calm, as if twenty million dollars were pocket change. “I want results in two weeks,” Dixon said next. “Step one, drive Saran Group out of this country’s market. Use whatever tactics are needed, do your best. If you run into a dead end, contact me directly.” “Yes, Mr. Dixon!” Aubin and his team answered in unison. Aubin, who was nearly fifty, sudd

As if Aubin had already foreseen that someone would come to kill him. And that person, it was almost certain, came from the Moore family now based overseas. “Yes, Mr. Dixon. I believe he is already here,” Aubin said quietly, staring at Dixon. “And this visitor… is not someone to take lightly.” He drew a long breath. His shoulders trembled without him noticing. The shadow of the Moore family still filled him with fear. For years he had worked for them and helped the family amass great wealth. He knew a lot, but he never dared learn everything. “Abroad, the Moore family is very influential. Taking over Saran Group and bringing it into this country was only the tip of the iceberg,” Aubin explained. “As far as I know, they have close to ten high-level fighters under their command.” Dixon raised an eyebrow. “They are that strong?” “Twenty years ago,” Aubin continued, “the Moore family was one of the strongest in the north, on par with top houses that aimed to rule. But they c

Twenty years ago, a fighter titled as a grandmaster was already considered a power equal to a great force. When the powerful families realized the threat he posed, they sent skilled warriors to trap and wound Loso. But it was the Moore family who pulled him out and protected him from the attack. Now, two decades have passed. Whispers say that Loso’s strength has risen to the level of an advanced grandmaster; he has become far more dangerous. Anyone ever connected to the death of the woman who triggered his fury still lives in fear, even if some of them are now old and almost at death’s door. The Gol family, which had risen to become a first-tier family in the north over the past twenty years, tried to use this chaos to strengthen their position. But the family head, Mon Gol, turned pale. Just two days ago, he had celebrated his 60th birthday and planned to step down for his son. Now all those plans had fallen apart because of the news that Loso had returned. “Guard the front