Mr. Big didn’t earn his reputation as the giant, the most powerful mafia boss in Nortwold, for nothing. He was a fighter of the highest caliber. His swordsmanship was said to rival that of the ancient samurai of Japan. So far, he had never lost a duel or a fight.That’s why, even after witnessing firsthand how fast, strong, and brutal Scott was when he took down his men, Mr. Big wasn’t worried. He believed he and Scott were on the same level—if anything, he was convinced he was slightly stronger. But the moment he saw Scott’s war god aura manifest into a towering black figure, a chilling terror clawed at his flesh and gnawed at his bones. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before.And when Scott looked like he was about to move, Mr. Big’s automatic response was to retreat, leaping back several meters. A seasoned fighter like him had a strong, well-honed survival instinct. Even though he didn’t know exactly what Scott was capable of, his instincts screamed at him to create dista

In one of the helicopters flying low over The Black Wolves' headquarters, Colonel Fritz sat and observed the situation below through a pair of binoculars borrowed from one of his men. He watched the raging flames and thick black smoke rising into the sky. He felt a surge of excitement.Honestly, this was a moment he had been waiting for a long time. Although he had facilitated the meeting between Mr. Big and Josh and had asked Mr. Big to help Josh eliminate Scott, he had never truly considered Mr. Big an ally.Both then and now, Mr. Big had been an antagonist in his life. Destroying a high-profile criminal like Mr. Big would be a milestone in his military career. He could claim that he had orchestrated everything to take down the most feared mafia organization in Nortwold right at their headquarters. Once the rumors spread, it would only be a matter of time before all the mafia organizations in the city bowed to him.And now, he smiled. It was a subtle smile on the outside, but inside

The newly arrived tanks essentially obliterated the headquarters of the mafia organization, The Black Wolves, reducing it to rubble. For instance, the two recent shots caused two buildings at different locations to collapse instantly.Scott's attention was diverted to the tanks, allowing Fritz to seize the opportunity. He kicked open the helicopter door and leaped out, rolling several times before getting up and sprinting away.Scott noticed Fritz's actions but only glanced at him, choosing to ignore the escape. He felt the immediate need to deal with the tanks, convinced that the soldiers operating them had more extensive orders than just destroying the place.Scott pulled out his phone and called Flinch. When Flinch answered on the third ring, Scott simply said, "Show time!" confident that Flinch understood the urgency, and then hung up. At that moment, he noticed one of the tank barrels aiming directly at him, locking onto his position.His instincts kicked in. Just as the tank fir

Bianca led Scott to a room on the third floor, pushing open the door and stepping inside. She held the door open with her hand, giving Scott a provocative look."You’re not going to come in? Didn’t you need some rest?" she teased, running a hand through her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders.Scott glared at her, already fed up after less than ten minutes. He wanted to spit in her face.He stepped inside the room. Bianca showed him the amenities, explaining that her uncle, Flinch, had informed her that Scott didn't want to be disturbed while he was in the room. Scott just nodded, keeping silent. He noticed she would occasionally glance at him, deliberately exposing the deep cleavage of her dress.“If you need anything, just call the front desk," Bianca said, pointing to the white phone on the nightstand.“Or, just call me,” she added, making a mock phone call motion with her hand, her gaze fixed on Scott, raising an eyebrow.She pulled a small piece of paper from the plung

Josh tried to stay calm, masking the anxiety and fear bubbling beneath the surface. Unlike Mr. Big or Flinch, Josh wasn’t a fighter. He probably couldn’t even take down one of Flinch’s men in a brawl, let alone stand a chance against Scott, even if the attack was light.But he wasn’t giving up. His mind raced. He pulled out his phone and held it to his right ear.“You guys still in Mildenbrough, right? Get ready. When I give the signal, storm the villa where Scott Goodman’s wife is staying. This time, you’re free to do whatever you want to her. I’m giving you permission.”At the mention of his wife, Scott froze mid-step. His eyes widened, his fists clenched, and his jaw tightened.Seeing his tactic work, Josh lowered the phone and flashed Scott a mocking smile.“You hear that, Scott? All it takes is one signal from me, and your beloved wife will be in danger again. And this time, you won’t be there to save her,” Josh said, his lips curling into a sly grin.Scott narrowed his eyes, try