Lord Moretti didn’t answer Alex.He acted as if he hadn’t even seen him. With a flick of his hand, he declared, “Tonight’s business is over. Everyone out—unless you want to die here.”The room froze. Customers turned pale.Everyone knew the stories—when Lord Moretti cleared a club, it wasn’t just an order.It was a warning. Too often, people left in body bags simply because they didn’t move fast enough.The crowd broke into a rush, scrambling for the exits.Panic echoed in their footsteps, every face certain Alex had just stepped into hell.Within minutes, the place was empty. Surveillance cameras clicked off one by one, leaving nothing but silence and danger in the room.In a corner, Mike and his friends huddled together, trembling. None dared move. They knew this had gone beyond a joke.Lord Moretti turned toward his father.“Father, leave this to me. What I’m about to do will be brutal, and I don’t want you to see the blood. Take the others and go.”Leo’s face was tight with rage.

Alfred Kingston shook his head slowly, his voice edged with disdain.“Alex, I’ll admit you have courage. But the line between bravery and stupidity is razor-thin.”“And right now, you’re nothing but a fool who doesn’t even know his own limits. You’re nothing—worthless. You’re not even qualified to be our enemy.”Alex’s gaze was unflinching. “Mr. Kingston, a man is meant to be destroyed, not defeated.”Alfred’s lips curled into a bitter smile. He exhaled sharply, then barked, “Fine! Very well! You’re fearless, I’ll give you that. If you want to be destroyed, so be it.”“But for the sake of our past ties, I’ll give you one chance. Stop seeing Jasmine. Cut all ties with her, and I won’t hold this against you. But if you persist, you’ll face the consequences. We will crush you. Now get out.”He rose from his chair, his body language final—conversation over.Alex rose to his feet and walked toward the door. After a few steps, he stopped and turned. His voice was calm, deliberate.“Mr. Kin

Alex stood in silence, caught between two sides—on one end, the Kingstons, and on the other, Sophia and Lyra.All he wanted was peace, but they were pulling each other apart, and he didn’t know where to place his support.“Alex,” Lyra said urgently, “the Kingstons are attacking us—through the media, through the people, every way they can. They want Charles to become Governor of Paris.”“We’ve done nothing wrong, yet they’re striking at us nonstop. Can you help us? You’re our only hope.”Her voice cracked with desperation. “If we can’t stop them, we’ll die, Alex. I’ll give you my body if that’s what it takes. Just give us the Lexington family’s support.”“Fine,” Alex finally broke his silence. “I don’t have the miracle pill, but I can treat him myself.”Deep down, he knew the truth—this country needed stability above all else.He would not allow it to collapse into civil war, not now, not when the Kingstons and Sophia with Lyra were already standing on the razor’s edge of war.“Thank y

“Frederick! You can’t hit Alex!” Lawrence rushed in, grabbing Frederick’s arm just as it swung toward Alex.“Shut the hell up!” Frederick snarled.He seized Lawrence by the collar and flung him aside like trash.But Lawrence scrambled to his feet and stood in front of Alex again, shielding him with his own body.“So that’s it? You forget your family and protect this bastard?” Frederick’s fists clenched, trembling with rage as he raised his arm again.“He healed Grandfather—don’t forget that. If you lay a hand on him, I’ll call my father,” Lawrence warned, his voice trembling yet firm.“And you know exactly what will happen then.”The threat cut through Frederick’s fury. There were only two men in the family he feared—his grandfather, and second, Henry.“Fine.” Frederick spat the word like venom.“Then tell that fake doctor to get out. We’ve already paid him. If he doesn’t leave in a minute, he won’t leave at all.”Alex laughed coldly, picked up the bag of money, and hurled it at Frede

Samuel’s eyes blazed red as he roared, “Die!”His fist shot forward, a strike so fierce it seemed to tear the world apart.The garden exploded into chaos. Trees bent and cracked like dry twigs, plants were ripped from the earth, and a storm of dust swirled upward as if a tornado had been born from his rage.Then—boom.The thunderous sound shook the ground as Alex calmly raised a single hand.His palm met Samuel’s earth-shattering punch, and the force vanished like smoke in the wind.Samuel froze. His strength drained in an instant, leaving him standing there, hollow-eyed, staring at Alex in shock.The garden fell into a deathly silence. Not a breath, not a whisper—just stunned faces watching the impossible unfold.No one could believe it. Alex had stopped Samuel Prescott.Samuel, the grandmaster. Level ninety-nine.The man whose fists could splinter mountains, whose kicks could carve canyons. Across the nation, there were few—if any—who could take his strike head-on.And within the Pr