Thud!The fat man hurled the lifeless corpse in his grip to the floor. He shook the blood from his hands—splattered from the gaping wound in the manager’s forehead—completely unfazed by the terror in the eyes of every hostage in the room.After witnessing their boss die in such a horrific way, the captives understood one thing clearly: this gang wasn’t here to play games. Any one of them could be next.“Boss, what now?”The fat man asked Marvel casually. “Should we tear this place apart to find the money?”“Idiot.” Marvel blew the smoke from the barrel of his pistol and shot him a sharp glare. “You still think the money’s here?”Unlike his clueless subordinate, Marvel knew the manager hadn’t lied. But something else was gnawing at his mind.Damn it. No one was supposed to know about this op, he thought, his gaze narrowing at the fat man in front of him.There was no way the Walenstein bank staff would've cleared out the vault unless someone had tipped them off.Could it be this pig? h

Meanwhile, back in Wyndham—After the Everstone family was stripped of their noble title, they were evicted from their manor and taken straight to the police station.Marc had already gathered enough evidence of their cruelty and deep-rooted corruption in Wyndham. Only a couple of formal procedures remained before they could be formally detained and hit with even more incriminating charges.With their departure, the once-grand estate now officially belonged to the Winslow family—even though they hadn’t moved in just yet.“Lord Belmont, I truly didn’t expect you to grant me such an honor.”Seated at the dining table with Marc, Edward once again expressed his heartfelt gratitude. To his right sat Margaret, and to his left, Harper—neither of whom could hide their awe as they looked at the young man.“Lord Winslow,” Marc replied evenly, “I didn’t come to this decision lightly. Before making any move, I listened to multiple trustworthy sources. None of them had any objections to you being

“Don’t even think about resisting—or I swear, I’ll make your lives a living hell!”The voice belonged to a heavyset man known only as Bulldog. Towering and broad, he led a gang of punk-styled men as they dragged hundreds of people onto the front lawn of the Greencliff Inn, forcing them to kneel in the dirt. True to his nickname, Bulldog not only had a massive build but a brutal face, almost completely covered in tattoos that only added to his menacing appearance.The people being rounded up looked terrified. They were workers from the construction project to rebuild this abandoned village. None of them had any clue why they were being dragged out like this in the dead of night.“I said don’t move, you idiot!”Bulldog roared, slamming the butt of his pistol into the head of a laborer who was too slow to kneel. The man crumpled to the ground, blood pouring from his head before he lost consciousness.“Let me make this clear. One more time.”Bulldog swept his gaze across the workers, his

“There’s only one option left. Get out of here before your regrets become completely useless!”Leonie’s voice rang out—firm, loud, and laced with unwavering confidence. She was absolutely certain her threat would have an effect.But maybe her daughter had been right. Bulldog and the rest of the Scorpion gang weren’t the kind of people you could scare off with bold words. They were the underworld’s ruling power in this city.Naturally, they didn’t feel fear. If anything, they were pissed.“You bitch! You think we’re some kids you can scare with your mouth? What an insult! And yelling at our boss? You just signed your death warrant!”One of the gang members glared at Leonie, pointing the end of his weapon straight at her.He didn’t care who owned this inn. Even if it belonged to a baron, it made no difference. In his world, power was the only law. And the Scorpions had enough firepower to take on both the city’s nobles and its government.“Hell yeah! Let’s carve her up! But first, let’s

“B-But…”One of the Scorpion members hesitated, his eyes locked on Bulldog, unwilling to look away for even a second.Up until now, whenever the fat man gave an order, not a single member of the gang ever questioned it—let alone defied it. That included him.But this time... the risk was just too high.Just moments ago, twenty men Bulldog had sent ahead were left sprawled on the ground with bullet holes in their heads—dead. If he and the remaining eighty-nine gang members charged blindly into the brush, they’d likely suffer the same fate.“Wouldn’t it be better if we regrouped and came up with a plan? Charging ahead like this is too dangerous.”He finally voiced the thought gnawing at his mind.“Idiot! What the hell do you know?” Bulldog snapped, lifting one hand like he was about to slap the man, but stopping short. “You think you’ve got a better plan than me, huh?”“Just go! Take everyone and move out! I don’t wanna hear another word. I want that bastard caught, and I want it now!”