“My wife?” Dixon called softly. Diana hadn’t said a word for a while. “Hubby, don’t talk to me right now. I need time to calm down.” Diana raised her hand, stopping Dixon from coming closer. She rubbed her temples, struggling to understand how Dixon could be so calm while talking about something so serious. After all, the man coming to the North was Loso—the infamous Angel of Death! “I only have one request.” Diana finally looked at Dixon with a serious expression. “If one day you have to die… make sure I die first. Because if you go before me, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Dixon nodded without hesitation. “Of course. I promise. I won’t let you die before me. Because if I die first, who will protect you?” He sighed and patted her shoulder gently. “That’s enough of the serious talk, my wife. Now, shouldn’t we talk about something lighter?” Diana’s eyes reddened, almost teary from emotion—until Dixon opened his mouth again. “For example… did your period really start today?” Dian

“I have already drunk the tea. My debt to you is paid, Mr. Dixon,” Los finally said. “I will return the rest... if I manage to get out alive.” He stood and walked slowly toward the door. Before leaving, he glanced at Diana for a moment. There was doubt in his eyes, as if he saw someone else in her. “Take good care of your woman,” he said softly to Dixon. “Do not end up like me.” With light steps, Loso vanished into the darkness of the night. Dixon remained seated. His face did not change, but his eyes were full of resolve. Of course Dixon would protect Diana at all costs. He would use every power he had for that. Even if the world turned against him, he would never let anyone harm his wife. “Did he come to say goodbye?” Diana asked quietly. Diana had thought Loso came to kill Dixon. But from the way they spoke, it was clear they shared a long and complicated past. Diana could tell from Loso’s tone that he had decided to die that night. The choice was cold and yet also sad. “I

The news spread quickly. The powerful families in the north were used to how aggressive Dixon could be. Yet this time, they did not expect him to dare to challenge the Moore family, who were based overseas. Was Hamilton Group planning to expand abroad? Would Dixon not worry that the Moore family would go mad and strike back? In truth, Dixon did not care at all. Since learning that the Moore family had been part of the group stealing resources from illegal mines in the northwest, Dixon had put their name on his blacklist. That list was really a list of targets to be destroyed. Meanwhile, at the Moore residence abroad, Semas’s expression slowly changed. His second son was useless now, but that did not matter much to him. He had many children and did not need to depend on one son to carry out the family’s plans. But the collapse of their assets, especially those he had built for years in Chimuz, was an insult that could not be tolerated. A provocation. And the perpetrator wa

When it came to the Exalted One, Semas’ gaze turned wild. “If Dixon really is part of Sect A, then why should I be afraid? The Moore family has nothing to fear now!” he thought confidently.Outside, lightning flashed, and thunder shook the horizon. The rumble echoed through the walls as if the entire building was responding. Semas no longer hesitated. He was certain of one thing: the Moore family must return, and Sect V must rise again in their homeland.Semas’ ambition went far beyond reclaiming assets in a foreign country. The resources in his homeland were far greater and more valuable, and he knew that well.“Send the order!” he suddenly shouted.“Yes, Sir!” Two figures appeared from behind a dark curtain. They moved in perfect sync, dressed entirely in black with masks covering their faces.“Tell everyone in Sect V to prepare for our return. Take back everything that was lost back then!” Semas commanded firmly.“And offer fifty million dollars to anyone who can kill Dixon!” he a

Overseas Airport.... The Moore family had chartered several private jets to send their people back to Chimuz. Semas stood in the executive lounge, staring at the runway lit by the night lights. The harsher Dixon’s words echoed in his mind, fueling his determination to prove that the Forr family could not be stopped by anyone. “We will only use our own people. That includes the flight crew.” It was a direct order from Semas—an act of extreme caution. Over the years of overseas expansion, the Forr family had created many enemies, not only in Chimuz. Now that they were returning, their ambition was to expand their power, seize resources, and suppress the great families that had long dominated the top. Their position in overseas was already strong. If they could gain control of resources from Chimuz, they would rise to an entirely new level of power. “Mr. Semas, the first group is ready to depart. There are one hundred and six people in total, all from the younger generation of S