North city, amidst the silent hills, stood an abandoned holiday villa.The concrete skeleton of a failed ambition, it was now overgrown with wild grass swaying in the twilight breeze. In the vast field before it, a strange scene was laid out.A line of burly men knelt in silence. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and a long, sturdy rope connected them all, its end tied to the bumper of a car. They kept their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound, letting cold sweat soak their backs in the cooling night air.Javon sat casually in the driver's seat, the car door wide open. He plucked a blade of wild grass and played with it between his fingers, his eyes gazing at the reddening horizon. He had ensured Sherly was safe and was now simply waiting for the arrival of the shadows.The brief interrogation on the way here had been sufficient. His mind now held a complete map of the Proteus Society in Selvana—their locations, structure, and secret codes. The brutal interrogation methods

“So fast!”Rhino only saw a flash before Javon was in front of him. His instincts screamed, his hand moving to grab the gun at his waist. However, it was the move of a street thug, not a true fighter.Before his fingers could even touch the grip, his wrist was seized by an undeniable force. It wasn't a rough grab, but a precise touch on his joint.With a fluid and efficient twist—a move from the Coral Flow Art he'd learned in prison—Javon rotated Rhino’s arm.KLAK!The shoulder joint popped out of its socket. The gun, only halfway drawn, fell with a clatter onto the concrete floor.Rhino didn't even have time to scream before Javon's palm struck a meridian point on his neck. His entire body convulsed for a moment, then was completely paralyzed. He collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide with horror, fully conscious but unable to move a single muscle."In my world," Javon said, looking down at the now-helpless giant, "Your strength is nothing but a joke."He wasted no more time. The rema

"Insolent!" Owen snapped, his face flushed red. "Do you think the Edelweiss family is an inn? That you can come and go as you please, and take our daughter with you?""Which daughter do you mean?" Javon countered, his voice as sharp as ice.A cold smile touched his lips as his eyes locked onto Oliver at the top of the stairs. "The one you use as a bargaining chip, or the one you allow to bring other men home and defile the family name in her own bed?"The faces of the entire Edelweiss family instantly changed. Aleesha, having been called out so brazenly, shrieked in fury. "You bastard! How dare you insult me! Guards! Seize him! I'll tear his mouth apart!" She grabbed a nearby porcelain vase and slammed it to the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces.The bodyguards hesitated, caught between Aleesha's command and the lethal aura radiating from Javon. Oliver Edelweis said nothing, his sharp eyes sweeping the room, trying to figure out who had leaked his family's dirty secrets

Javon's eyes narrowed. That was a threat that crossed the line. He lifted his foot from Javier's chest, then, in a swift and unexpected move, kicked hard right between the man's thighs."AAAAARRGGGHHH—!"Javier's scream was no longer human. It was the high-pitched, piercing squeal of a slaughtered animal. He instantly curled up like a shrimp, clutching his groin, gasping for breath as his face turned from red to purple."You... you've gone too far!" Oliver finally found his voice, pointing at Javon with a trembling finger. "Do you really think the Edelweiss family has no one who can subdue you?!"Javon turned to him, a cynical smile on his lips. "With your mediocre abilities? Perhaps in your next life."That sentence silenced them all.Javon looked around, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room. Wherever his eyes fell, everyone simultaneously bowed their heads, not daring to meet the gaze of the apex predator."Look at this," he said with a tone of calm mockery. "The great Edel

"Father... you have to... kill him." Javier's jaw tightened until a faint grinding sound could be heard, his voice hoarse and broken. "Bring that bastard to me. I want to cripple him with my own hands."Across the continent, from a penthouse overlooking a neon-dusted night skyline, Marcus Conner's voice came through the phone's speaker. It wasn't a shout. Not an explosion of anger. But a voice as cold as a blade of ice, with a lethal precision far more terrifying than any rampage."They dared to touch a Conner," Marcus stated, as if carving a fact into stone. "Our family has lingered in the shadows for too long, Javier. Some lesser wolves have begun to forget who the true rulers of the Selvana jungle are."The chill from that voice crept through the phone, filling the room and making the private doctor standing in the corner bow his head even lower, wishing he could merge with the marble floor. He didn't want to be the target, even for a fleeting moment, of that man's attention."What