As one of the most influential figures in the Saran Group, Hazel’s position stood at the very top of power. The respect her subordinates had for her was immense, far beyond what most people could imagine. “I think this has something to do with Chimuz,” Hazel said softly, as if talking to herself. She placed her glass on the table and turned to her private secretary. “Have you contacted Hamilton Group? I told them I came to make peace. What was their response?” Her secretary bowed respectfully. “Miss Hazel, they only said that they don’t mind having a discussion.” Hazel raised her eyebrows slightly, looking surprised. “Is that all?” Only five words. Yet the confidence hidden behind that short reply made Hazel rethink everything. The Hamilton Group, it seemed, was not as simple as she had imagined. She suspected that the plane crash which killed two members of the Moore family had something to do with Hamilton. But what intrigued her more was how they managed to move someone o

He looked straight into Hazel’s eyes. “Saran Group has already been driven out of Chimuz. That market no longer belongs to you. How can you offer something that is no longer yours in exchange for something else? Do you not think that is funny?” "The Moore family may be useless,” Hazel replied softly, “but that does not mean the Saran family has no power, Mr. Dixon.” Hazel bent her knees, wrapped her arms around them, and looked at Dixon with a gentle, slightly disappointed gaze. “Do you mean that I am not charming at all? That I cannot move your heart even a little?” Real tears began to form in her eyes, shimmering faintly in the darkness. But Dixon remained calm. There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes. He glanced at the elevator panel—the indicator light started blinking. Power would return soon. He pressed a few buttons, and the lights turned back on. Dixon immediately stood up. “If you were an actress,” he said flatly, “even the most famous movie stars would not compar

Semas had finally reached a decision. The V Sect must return! Even if it meant more casualties, the V Sect had to send someone back to that land to kill Dixon and revive the world of martial arts. If not, the Hamilton Group would make sure that the Moore family would never recover, and the Exalted One would seize the chance to force Semas to hand over their secret technique manual.They were all cunning old foxes, and Semas knew exactly what the Exalted One was thinking. Once the domestic problems were settled, the Saran Group would surely stop suppressing the Moore family. They might even come begging for the Moore family to manage the Chimuz market for them again.Semas stood up, his breathing heavy but his eyes cold. He left the bungalow alone, without bringing anyone with him.***In the North, Chimuz…Meanwhile, Diana was preparing to return to Reddof. All her affairs in the North were done, and there was no reason for her to stay any longer. The path for the Hamilton Group

"Do you know what they’re saying about Sect V now?" he said quietly, his voice trembling. "They say we’re useless. Banned from entering this country. We can’t even return to our own land!" "Are we going to keep living in exile like this?" one of the leaders shouted angrily. "We were forced to leave our homeland, and now we’re not even allowed to go back? Why must we endure such humiliation? Sect V is not the same sect as twenty years ago!" Another leader added, his voice shaking with fury. "The old land of Sect V has been turned into a ranch! Dixon treats us like animals! If he doesn’t die, our brothers in the sect will rise and rebel!" The atmosphere in the hall grew heated. Dozens of leaders shouted, blaming one another, and the louder they got, the more Semas’s head throbbed. "Enough!" Semas’s roar echoed through the hall, freezing everyone in place. Silence instantly filled the room. No one dared to speak; all eyes were fixed on their leader. "Sect V has already disgraced i

After years of living in the world of martial arts, Semas only trusted what his own eyes could see. Especially because he was the one who had created a double-edged sword like Loso. "Master, are you alright?" asked the leader of the V Sect carefully. "How could someone as strong as me be defeated by someone as weak as Loso?" replied Semas coldly as he brushed the dirt from his sleeve, looking disgusted. "Was it really Loso?" The leaders looked at one another, both shocked and confused. The Moore family was now facing a double threat—enemies from outside and betrayal from within. Loso had long been known as the right-hand man of the Moore family. He had sacrificed a great deal, even helping Semas rise to the position of Master by eliminating obstacles in his way. But now, the sword that had once protected its master had turned against him. "Why would he do that...?" whispered one of the leaders in disbelief. "How dare he challenge the Master! Maybe he has grown too greedy