Morix Sable had once marched under the same banner as Jaden Rift in the National Guards. When he mentioned “Captain,” he was talking about Kaelus—the man who’d drilled discipline and grit into them like steel. Jaden’s tone was casual, but his words carried weight. “There’s no need to waste the country’s resources,” he said, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Besides, I trust you. Don’t you have the confidence to crush Hart and his men?” Morix straightened, shoulders squared as if the weight of Jaden’s gaze alone demanded it. In truth, Harrison Hart was no ordinary street boss. He had ruled Ironvale City’s underworld for over a decade, a name that made debt collectors hesitate and rival gangs tread lightly. He was the kind of man who didn’t just survive fights—he ended them, often with his bare hands. His strength was beyond natural. Stories whispered in the shadows claimed he had once single-handedly dropped twenty armed men in a bar brawl and walked away without a scratch. If the devi

"Well, as you can see, most of us are here for the underground boxing match. The entrance fee is a thousand per person. However, I'm pleased to let you know that your entrance fees have been waived," Mera explained with a polished smile, her voice sweet but calculated.There were twelve of them altogether, including Jaden. That was twelve thousand in waived fees. On paper, it sounded generous. But Jaden and Morix weren’t fooled. They both knew exactly why she was doing it. To a place like this, twelve thousand was crumbs. What she saw standing before her wasn’t a group of men—it was walking vaults of cash, power, and influence.Jaden’s lips curved faintly, a smile that wasn’t really a smile. He let his gaze sweep lazily across the VIP room before settling back on her. "That’s generous of you," he said lightly, his voice calm, almost indifferent. Then, with a note of casual amusement, he added, "But tell me, apart from the boxing… what other programs do you have?"The question hung in

The match began with a roar.Both men circled each other like predators testing for weakness, the thud of their boots echoing against the ring. Skullsplitter swung first, his fist cutting through the air with brutal force. But Bonecrusher didn’t flinch—he absorbed the blow with a grin, like it was nothing more than a tap.Then, in less than two minutes, it was over.Bonecrusher pivoted on his heel and drove a savage kick into Skullsplitter’s head. The impact was a thunderclap. Skullsplitter’s body jerked violently before crumpling onto the canvas like a lifeless sack. The man didn’t even get the chance to scream.The arena exploded. Cheers, curses, frenzied howls—all blending into a storm of noise. The bloodthirsty crowd stomped their feet and slammed their fists on the tables, drunk on adrenaline.Inside the private room, Mera was frozen. Her hand hovered near her mouth, her eyes wide in disbelief.“That… that’s it?” she whispered, stunned.Jaden didn’t even bother to look at the car

The man proceeded backstage, his steps steady and deliberate, before leaning close to Stonefist. His voice was low, cold, and commanding.“You know the plan. At the right time, you’ll take a dive. Don’t screw this up.”Stonefist’s jaw tightened. His face betrayed no emotion, but the weight of Harrison Hart’s words pressed against him like iron chains.In the next room, Jaden casually fished out his phone. His expression remained calm, almost bored, as though the chaos around him was beneath his notice. He tapped a message to Kaelus, his fingers unhurried.Let him win this match. Stonefist walks out as the victor.The message was sent without hesitation.Meanwhile, Stonefist had accepted Harrison Hart’s instructions without a word. He nodded stiffly, preparing to step onto the battlefield. His muscles were coiled, every movement deliberate. Just as he left the backstage corridor, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, quickly pulling it out.It was his mentor.He answered immediat

The moment Harrison barked out his order, the crowd of men behind him surged forward. Hundreds of bodies pressed in from every direction, closing in on Jaden and his companions like a pack of rabid wolves. Their footsteps shook the ground, their shouts deafening the corridor.“Protect Mr. Rift!” Morix bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a whip.His dozen elite bodyguards immediately formed a protective line in front of Jaden. Without hesitation, Morix hurled himself into the fray. His fists were merciless, his movements fluid and practiced. Every strike carried the weight of years spent on the streets, each blow dropping men faster than they could regroup.Bones cracked. Blood sprayed. Within seconds, a dozen of Harrison’s men were either sprawled out cold or screaming on the floor.Jaden smiled, he was a little impressed by Morix's strength. He had been wondering who was stronger between Morix and Drax, but the difference was clear although Morix was a deadly fighter.