******Although the members of the Red Fang Syndicate dared not voice out their emotions, the sting from Glenn’s condescension sank deep within all of them, causing strong resentment to simmer beneath their surface… especially in Dalton.‘If you don’t want it, fine,’ he thought sourly, a muscle in his jaw twitching. ‘But did you have to be so damned condescending?’And then Glenn’s earlier words replayed in his head… about having rejected a more organized and powerful gang.‘Hah. More powerful than mine? Other than Crimson Vow and maybe two or three other syndicates in the country, which mafia gang could that be?’ His thoughts dripped with skepticism.If only he knew that the “other gang” Glenn had just casually spoken of was none other than the Crimson Vow itself, his disbelief would have shattered into outrage.In fact, the hall might have erupted in a storm of accusations, calling Glenn arrogant, a liar, and some lucky nobody riding on the coattails of nepotism.But Glenn of

******‘Is… is that a coded message? Does he want something? Is he hinting at something?’The idea took root fast, no one believing that Glenn was genuinely complaining about sore joints or whatnots.Except, in reality, he really was complaining. He had no other meaning in mind.If he had known they were busy overanalyzing his casual complaint, he might have become stunned, speechless, then greatly entertained.Dalton, meanwhile, was also staring at Glenn with his brows furrowed, replaying his sentence in his head like a puzzle. Word by word, tone by tone…Then it clicked.‘Buy.’That single word lit up in Dalton’s mind like a neon sign.His lips curled slowly, pride swelling within him as though he had just deciphered the secret and riddle of heaven.Ah… so you want money, huh? Why not just say that instead of making us sweat like this?’He shook his head slightly, as if humoring a child’s unnecessary riddles.Not thinking much, clearly feeling a bit hot-blooded, Dalton p

******It had already been more than twenty minutes since Glenn strolled out of the hall, his pace unhurried and almost bored, his gait carrying the air of a man leaving a dull dinner party rather than someone who had been dragged in earlier like a sack of contraband. The contrast was so sharp it was almost insulting to witness.Yet, despite the long minutes that had ticked by, no one in the hall had moved. It was as though time itself had stopped the moment Glenn’s shadow disappeared from the doorway.The members of Red Fang remained there… still kneeling on the cold, hard floor, their heads tilted, their jaws slack, and their eyes unfocused.The expressions on their faces said it all: they were staring not at the door Glenn had left through, but at the afterimage of his action, which had burned permanently into their retinas and brains.The silence in the hall felt alive… dense, stifling, and strangely deafening, pressing against the eardrums until even the smallest thought see

******Dalton had been a gangster for nearly five decades… half a century of ruling through fear.In all those years, he had been the hammer that crushed hope and the hand that seized lands, shops, and homes.In his prime, he had had the audacity… no, the perverse delight of stealing brides on their wedding day, and claiming them for himself in front of entire communities, daring anyone to stop him.Even back then, his own son hadn’t been as a menace as he was. That was the only reason Dalton had turned a blind eye to Weylon’s excesses… constantly hoping he would grow out of them, the way himself had. He had been worse, after all. Age had tempered him, and dulled the blade of his cruelty… but never removed it.He had stopped being actively evil, sure. But the terror, the domination, and the arrogance?Those he had never abandoned… especially when it came to enemies. He still strutted into their lives like a god descending from the clouds, leaving them h

******Within a neighborhood that was so quiet and calm, the kind that carried an almost drowsy charm. It wasn’t poor, yet it wasn’t wealthy either… simply the middle ground where average families lived their average lives.Neat rows of modest bungalows stretched along the street, each with neat, well-kept yards. Bicycles leaned against the wooden fences, one to two cars parked in the driveways, and every so often, dogs' barks echoed through the air.And then there it was... a blue Lamborghini Urus.At this moment, the blue exotic beast stood out by the roadside, its polished body catching the light. Its sleek and arrogant design looked utterly out of place here, where the most expensive vehicles rarely passed fifty thousand dollars.The Lambo was parked opposite one particular villa, modest but elegant in its simplicity. And beside this vehicle stood Glenn, who had strolled lazily out of Red Fang base a short while ago, completely unaware of the storm that had erupted in his abs