"Quinn, what are you doing?" Koda asked. He already knew Milo was dead, and a mocking smirk flashed across his lips. He said flatly, "Get up first, and we can talk about this slowly." Quinn wiped away her tears and rose to her feet from her kneeling position. Looking at Koda, she broke into sobs again. "My f-father was killed by that heartless father-son duo, Corbin and Lennox." She wailed and added, "Koda, you're the only person I can turn to now. You have to avenge me!" Koda replied, "Don't worry. Once I destroy Corbin and his people and take the director's position, I'll consider that your revenge." Quinn cried out, "No, Koda, I need you to help me kill Corbin and Lennox right now! For that, I'm willing to give myself to you, along with all the inheritance my father left behind! I can give it all to you." After speaking, she looked at Koda with teary eyes while deliberately pulling her neckline open a bit. Koda's face filled with disgust. "Quinn, I don't need to spell

Mikayla's expression grew grim as well. "Dad, you're worried about Andrew interfering, aren't you?" Lorenzo nodded slowly. "Yes, if this guy hadn't shown up, I could easily devour the Advanced Medical Institute without even lifting a finger. I could take the whole thing without breaking a sweat. But he just won't leave us alone. He actually showed up here. Without a doubt, he must be scheming something. So I need to be fully prepared." Mikayla growled, "Dad, I can hold off Jerome. And you can take out Andrew directly. Not many people in Chetvine know your true strength. With Mr. Vazquez covering for you, it'll have an unexpected advantage; we can definitely make Andrew suffer badly, if not kill him outright." Lorenzo shook his head. "Unless absolutely necessary, don't engage him directly. Currently, our top priority is to achieve promotion to noble house status for the Owens family. As for everything else, we shouldn't make unnecessary, powerful enemies." Mikayla huffed indigna

Koda was drinking happily when he glanced over and laughed. "Oh, it's you, Jovan. What's up? If it's nothing serious, grab a seat and have a drink with us." Jovan Maddock kept his head lowered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Koda, I don't drink, but you guys go ahead. I just wanted to ask… about Mr. Livingston's funeral. What are we doing about it? Could you maybe postpone your match with the Grand Elder and hold Master's funeral first? Would that be okay?" The smile on Koda's face slowly faded. What replaced it was a look of pure malice as he sneered. "Jovan, what did you just say? Say that again?" Jovan stammered nervously. "Koda, I was saying… about Mr. Livingston's funeral, could you…" Before he could finish, Koda's hand shot out and slapped Jovan viciously across the face. In an instant, Jovan was sent flying and crashed into the center of the banquet hall, blood trickling from his mouth as half his face swelled up grotesquely. Every eye in the room turned toward

Faced with such an intimidating display, Andrew remained completely unfazed and even smiled. "Koda, he's just a kid. Why do you need to push him to the edge? Jovan, right? Get lost. Don't get in the way of us partying." As he spoke, Andrew shot a glare at the already shell-shocked Jovan. The latter jolted as if he had been shocked and quickly retreated. He was as pale as a sheet. Koda continued to stare at Andrew, his gaze still ice-cold. No one else in the hall said a word, and the atmosphere grew heavy with tension. Eric slowly straightened up with a cold grin. If these men rushed Andrew now, that would almost be convenient for him. He could just slaughter the whole place and then pay a visit to Corbin and the Owens family tomorrow, wiping them out too. That was his style: kill first, skip the talking. Might as well slaughter them all. Then tomorrow, they could kill Corbin and the Owens family, too. Koda suddenly chuckled. "Your strike was pretty impressive." Then, he d

Andrew smiled. "Now that's the honest truth. Looks like Jovan is someone who knows how to hold back and isn't just some clueless hothead who doesn't understand anything." Eric grinned with malicious amusement. "Let me dig a little deeper into his innermost secrets. Jovan, tell me the thing you've buried deepest in your heart." This time, Jovan fell silent, or rather, he paused for a long while. Andrew looked puzzled. "Eric, don't tell me your Phantom Mirage is just this weak?" Eric cursed furiously. "Screw off! With my current level, this technique can even trap high-level martial saints." He focused back on Jovan and ordered, "Jovan, tell me your biggest secret right now." This time, Jovan spoke. "I-I like Ms. Owens. From the day she and her father came to the Advanced Medical Institute, I fell for her. I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my life. She was like an angel, handing out cool stuff from the city to each and every apprentice. When she gave me something, my