Golden Marlon wasn’t brave enough to confront him personally, but he wasn’t foolish either. If he knew who Jaden was, then he also knew exactly what Jaden was capable of.Unless…Jaden looked back at Silas.“This isn’t something Victor Halberg ordered, is it?”For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Silas’s face.“Good guess.”Jaden’s eyes narrowed.Silas flicked the ash from his cigarette.“Apparently, my boss hasn’t forgotten what happened at the Crowe family meeting.”Jaden almost laughed.“So this is about that?”Silas remained silent.Jaden shook his head in disbelief.“That idiot is actually sending people after me because I slapped him?”Silas took another drag from his cigarette.“You humiliated him in front of the other families.”“He deserved it.”Several of the men surrounding Jaden shifted uneasily.Silas simply stared at him.“Perhaps.”Jaden’s faint smile disappeared.“He should have come himself.”He took one slow step forward.“I would’ve given him another.”A fe

Silas finally laughed.It wasn’t the nervous laughter of a man trying to hide his fear. It was genuine amusement, as though the fight had finally become interesting enough to earn his attention. Slowly, he reached up and removed the sunglasses from his face, folding them neatly between his fingers before slipping them into his pocket. For the first time, Jaden got a proper look at his eyes.They were strange.The irises were an unusual stone-gray color, almost resembling polished granite beneath the pale sunlight. His black pupils were so faded that from a distance it looked as though his eyes had no pupils at all, only those cold, lifeless gray stones staring back at whoever stood before him. There was something unsettling about them, especially now that the indifference had disappeared from Silas’s expression.He looked genuinely excited.“I have to admit,” Silas said, rolling his shoulders, “I never imagined my next target would be this strong. Twenty men, and you dismantled every

“Well, what do you think?” Silas asked with a smile.Jaden didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the man standing several meters away from him, studying every movement, every shift of his shoulders, every breath he took. There was something fundamentally wrong about Silas’s body. Jaden had fought countless powerful men, men who possessed incredible strength, speed, endurance, and combat experience, but Silas was different. The punch he had just received wasn’t simply powerful. Jaden had felt something in it that shouldn’t have been possible. It was as though the force of every blow he had delivered had somehow been gathered inside Silas and returned to him all at once.For years, Jaden had heard rumors about a man in Sky City who was practically considered a walking disaster. A street fighter with no formal allegiance to any gang, organization, or family who had risen through the criminal underworld purely through violence. His name had appeared in underground conversa

The moment the words left his mouth, both men disappeared from where they stood. BOOM! Their fists collided in the middle of the road. The impact produced a violent gust of wind that swept across the battlefield, scattering dust, broken glass, and pieces of metal in every direction. The surrounding vehicles rocked from the pressure, while the asphalt beneath their feet cracked under the sudden collision of two monstrous physical forces. Neither man gave an inch. Their arms trembled from the force of the impact, their muscles straining as they stared directly into each other’s eyes. Then Jaden twisted his waist. His fist shot upward. BAM! The uppercut struck Silas directly beneath the chin and launched his enormous body into the air. His feet left the ground as his head snapped backward, and for a moment, he appeared completely helpless in midair. But Silas wasn’t helpless. A grin appeared across his face. “Got you.” He twisted his body while still airborne and brought his le

Drax arrived in Null City shortly after noon, and the moment he stepped out onto the cracked roadside, he immediately regretted every decision that had brought him there. He stood still for several seconds with a small worn-out bag hanging from one shoulder, staring at the city in complete disbelief. This was supposed to be the location where the Red-Ledger Organization operated? He slowly turned his head from one side of the street to the other, hoping that perhaps the city would somehow look better from another angle. It didn’t. Null City looked like a place the rest of Karethwyn had simply forgotten existed. There were barely any modern buildings, most of the structures were old concrete houses with faded walls, rusted roofs, broken windows, and makeshift extensions that looked as though they had been added without any planning whatsoever. The roads were badly damaged, some sections nothing more than dirt and loose stones, while overflowing drainage channels ran along the sides of