Leon had barely gotten a kilometer away from home when his phone started ringing nonstop. It was Dimitri.Annoyed, Leon pulled over and answered.His pupils dilated at Dimitri’s urgent news—members of The Devil Crow mafia were forcing their way into his house.“How about your men on guard there? They’re doing their job, right?”[Yes, sir. However, being outnumbered, they seem to be starting to get overwhelmed. Meanwhile, The Devil Crow mafias seems to be calling in reinforcements. This attack of theirs is going to be quite large.]“You sending reinforcements?”[Yes, sir. Hopefully they can arrive before the situation worsens.]Leon exhaled slowly. “I’m heading back home. You take over the strike on The Devil Crow’s base. You got me?”[Copy that!]The call ended. Leon shoved his phone back into his pocket, spun his motorcycle around, and tore back toward his house at full throttle....Meanwhile, at Leon’s home...The sharp staccato of gunfire outside pulled Rose out of the bathroom, w

Leon’s motorcycle tore down the road at blistering speed, weaving past cars like they were standing still. He didn’t give a damn if there were traffic cops around.After making sure Evelyn, Rose, and his mother were safe, he’d tried calling Dimitri. No answer. No replies to his messages either. Leon figured Dimitri and his men were neck-deep in a firefight with The Devil Crow maniacs.But something gnawed at him.Leon knew how strong and deadly Dimitri was—he’d never doubted his skill. But his opponent this time was Quint, the mafia boss everyone feared. In terms of power, Quint sat on a whole different level than the grunts Leon had just wiped out. The only question was: how big was that gap?Don’t screw up, Dimitri, Leon muttered inwardly....Meanwhile, in The Devil Crow’s secret base—Gunfire and explosions ripped through the compound nonstop. The place was pure chaos. Bodies covered the ground—most of them Devil Crow men.Fighting on their own turf gave the mafia crew an edge. Th

Leon leapt several meters to the right, narrowly dodging the explosion. At the same time, a shadow moved fast—someone grabbed Quint and carried him toward the shattered wall of the dojo. Leon was about to give chase but stopped when he noticed Dimitri’s sudden movement.“Stop right there!”Looking completely fine, Dimitri stood tall, blocking the path of Quint and the man carrying him. The potion Leon had given him earlier had worked wonders—though the stab wounds in his abdomen were still visible, the bleeding had stopped completely.“You must be Quint’s last remaining fighter,” Dimitri said, cracking his knuckles. “We’re not letting you take your boss anywhere.”“Feeling any shame, Quint? Weren’t you the strongest mafia boss in this city? And now you’re letting your man carry you away before our fight’s even over?” Leon taunted as he stepped forward.Quint turned his head, glaring at Leon with pure hatred. His mouth hung slightly open, his chin and neck drenched in blood.“Big Boss,

The salesman froze when he saw the black card in Leon’s hand. He’d worked at that showroom for years, dealing with countless wealthy buyers—some of whom also paid with black cards. But the one Leon held looked far more exclusive than what he usually saw.Just as the salesman reached out to take it, Pearl snatched it away first.“What’s this? A black card? Must be fake, right? There’s no way an ex-con like you owns a real one,” Pearl mocked as she flipped the card back and forth in her hand.“Let me see,” said the burly man—Tom—taking the card and examining it. “Looks real to me.”“Oh, come on, Tom.” Pearl grabbed it back. “You don’t know who he is. Even before he went to prison, he and his family were dirt poor. How the hell would he suddenly have a black card? Only ultra-rich people get these things!”Tom nodded. “You’re right. That probably makes it fake.”“Oh, it’s definitely fake. And since it’s fake…”At first, Leon stayed silent, letting Pearl fiddle with the black card while sh

“Tom, how could you say that to me?! I’m your girlfriend—”Smack!Tom slapped Pearl so hard she froze on the spot. A bright red mark instantly bloomed across her pale cheek.“You started all of this,” Tom snapped. “If you hadn’t kept mocking and taunting him nonstop, I wouldn’t have joined in. This whole mess is your fault!”Pearl glared at Tom, then suddenly lunged at him—grabbing his hair and yanking his head down.“You bastard! How dare you hit me! Just because you give me a pretty allowance every month doesn’t mean you get to slap me, you son of a—!”Tom groaned in pain, then growled. With all his strength, he pried her hands off him—then slapped her again, even harder.Smack!The sound of that slap echoed through the entire showroom. Pearl collapsed to her knees. The corner of her lip was bleeding.“I said shut your mouth, you filthy whore!” Tom roared, bending down and jabbing a finger right in her face. “You’re nothing! If it weren’t for the money I’ve been giving you, you’d ju