*****Vidor’s heart jumped badly at Frosh’s question. But outwardly, he responded with the eagerness of a dog finally seeing its master reach for a bone. He nodded his head swiftly, forcing his expression into one of earnest anxiety.'Finally taking the bait, are we?' Vidor thought to himself, masking his inward smirk with a convincing veneer of trepidation.“I… Boss… the person who harmed Madam Tush and destroyed her goods wasn’t ordinary. He… I believe he might even surpass you in strength.” The words left his mouth with deliberate caution, as though he feared they might incite Frosh’s wrath.Predictably, it wasn’t Frosh who reacted first.“Nonsense!” Frosh Junior exploded, his voice cracking with fury as his face contorted in madness. His eyes burned red, tiny veins crawling through them like roots of insanity. “What bastard could possibly be stronger than my elder brother?! Are you seeking death by spouting such filth?!”A shudder passed through Vid

***** How could Frosh Junior not recognize Xavier? He had suffered too much, far too deeply at the hands of that man. For weeks now, he had been plagued by relentless, suffocating nightmares… visions of Xavier’s face twisted in cruelty, flashing before his eyes like an unending curse. Those dreams had engraved Xavier’s features into his very soul, etched so deeply into his fractured mind that even the mere shadow of Xavier’s silhouette, even the faintest glimpse of his back turned, would be enough to ignite recognition within him. Even now, in this dimly lit room, even staring at nothing more than a poorly drawn sketch, so pitifully crude it barely resembled a human face, his mind had no trouble piecing together the two faces. His memory needed no further prompting. In the blink of an eye, the pieces clicked together, and a shiver erupted down his spine as though death itself had grazed his skin. His body began to tremble uncontrollably. It wasn’t fear… not entirely. It w

***** Frosh’s eyes couldn’t help but snap up, following where the voice had originated. It was his younger brother, and right now, his sneer was twisted, venomous. The disrespect in his tone made Frosh’s teeth grind together in fury. He wanted to lash out, to silence him for speaking so recklessly. But then… he saw it. The madness in his brother’s gaze, the fractured mind, and the burning hatred that had hollowed him out until nothing remained but vengeance. Not now. Not here. ‘Now wasn’t the time to correct him.’ Swallowing his pride, Frosh exhaled slowly, forcing calm into his lungs. “I will…” he began, but— BANG! The door slammed open with a violent crash, the sound splitting the tense silence like lightning cleaving a storm. All three men jolted in shock, their eyes snapping toward the intruder. A subordinate stood trembling in the doorway, terror etched heavily across his face, sweat pouring down his temples. His chest heaved as though he had sprinted the e

(Author’s Note)Hey everyone!Quick heads-up: please don’t read this chapter just yet! I’ve replaced the previous three chapters with the correct versions so that your money won’t be wasted unlocking the same content twice.My editor and I felt this was the fairest way to fix the mix-up… even though it means my poor editor has to work through the weekend (sorry, sir!).Everything should be sorted within 48 hours, so please check back then to read all the chapters together without any extra cost.Thank you so much for your patience, and once again, I deeply apologize for the mistake and inconvenience caused… I really appreciate you all!Regular updates will resume as usual, but I hope you can wait until this is fixed so you don’t miss anything important.…………..…………..…………..…………..…………..“Although I didn’t kill that bastard with my own hands, I’m already satisfied! My revenge is complete… he’s dead! DEAD!” Frosh Junior screamed with savage glee, his voice cracking with emotion

*****Since childhood, Grace’s only obsession had been business. Power through influence, wealth, and negotiations. Not through fists or bloodshed.But ignorance of violence didn’t mean ignorance of the world’s true structure.She understood the iron rule: the ranked were no longer ordinary. Once you broke through that invisible barrier, you stepped into a different realm altogether. You became something more. You ascended from the masses into the rarefied air of the elites.From then on, people worked for you, feared you, and respected you.And the higher you climbed through those mystical ranks, the greater your dominion. To the point where even other ranked fighters bowed their heads.Riverton’s five ruling families were the perfect example. Their power wasn’t rooted merely in old money or land or political strings.No... their ranked fighters were their foundation.At that level, the number of ranked individuals in your family determined your standing, not bribes, not char