******For a long, suspended moment after the thug spoke, not a single soul moved. The silence that descended was not merely still... it was stunned and paralyzing.The rest of the thugs stood rooted to the spot, as though gravity itself had thickened, anchoring their limbs in disbelief.And this lasted for a second before every eye blinked slowly, all mouths falling open and closing like gasping fish.Then every single attention went squarely on one man… Weylon.The young master’s chest rose and fell in uneven, shaky breaths.His brow twitched. Then, after what felt like an eternity compressed into seconds, he stammered, his voice cracking under the strain of confusion, “Wha… what… what are you talking about?” He stuttered.The disbelief in his tone would have been more amusing if it weren’t so pitiful. Also, the fiery arrogance he had worn moments ago had completely faded, replaced by a thick haze of bewilderment.Yet, as the words that sparked his question replayed in his m

******Completely unaware that he was now squarely on the radar of Weylon’s furious and rattled minions ... or that Weylon himself had already passed out like a fainting maiden at the sight of his own blood, Glenn strolled casually through the modest apartment complex, looking utterly unbothered.Sure, learning about being monitored might have made him raise a brow or let out a small, amused chuckle.But Weylon passing out at the mere sight of his own blood? That would leave him utterly dumbfounded... silent, staring, and struggling to process it all, which, for Glenn, that much shock was practically emotional overload.But for now, blissfully unaware, he walked ahead like someone with no problem in the world.The building itself was humble and unimpressive… just another bland housing block on a forgettable street corner.From what Glenn could tell so far, the housing complex housed no more than four or five flats, yet it was eerily quiet… suspiciously so.It was not the kind o

******Glenn couldn’t help but frown at the face of Irene’s response, his gaze never leaving her face.He could read lies like children’s books, and hers was printed in bold.Still, he said nothing, only exhaled slowly and offered in a firm, quiet voice, “You know that with me around, there’s nothing you ever need to be afraid of, right?”It wasn’t flattery, and neither was it a line. No, it was sincere... almost scarily so.But Irene didn’t answer.Instead, she gave a soft, throaty chuckle that curled around his spine like smoke… and then, in one swift, shocking movement, she grabbed Glenn by the collar, yanked him inside, and…Bang!The door slammed shut behind him.It happened so fast that even Glenn, whose reflexes were practically the stuff of legend, needed a full heartbeat to catch up.And for a moment, his mind stalled completely, like a machine locked up under too much chaos.When he finally regained his composure, he blinked and looked around… and then at her.Bu

******Irene’s long, graceful finger gently pressed against Glenn’s lips, silencing him with one tender, electric touch as if telling him not to speak again, that she knew what she was talking about.And immediately, the heat in Glenn’s blood surged. That single motion had lit every fuse.“I know you think I’m still under the influence of intoxication,” Irene whispered. “But don’t you think I would have called any guy if it was just the wine talking?”Then she leaned closer to Glenn. “But I didn’t. I called you.”Glenn’s mouth was suddenly dry.“Are you… sure?” he croaked, unsure whether he was challenging her or begging for confirmation.Irene finally smiled again, fully stepping back into the role of seductress… only now, it was richer and deeper than before.It was no longer a game, but a choice… a declaration.“Yes,” she whispered sincerely, her breath tickling Glenn’s skin like fire laced with perfume. “Please have me.”Irene’s

******A single, regal footstep suddenly echoed down the hall.Thud.Another.Each step boomed louder than the last, as though heralding the arrival of a monarch from the underworld.Thud.The sound drew closer, deliberate and slow, until finally…He appeared.The man who stepped into the room was a behemoth, not in size… but in presence.He looked to be in his mid-sixties, but carried himself like a war general who had long since stopped counting the battles he had won.His back was straight, his silver hair slicked back, and his sharp, weathered face made him resemble a sculpted statue of some forgotten conqueror.His eyes were cold, deep, and razor-sharp, enough to make even devils kneel. The man wasn’t loud… he didn’t even radiate power like an aura. He was the power.At his arrival, the very air in the private ward turned leaden.Weylon’s minions didn’t just sweat… they quaked, their knees buckling like wet paper.Even Weylon, the supposed Dragon Son, lay frozen in