In one corner of Villemere, far from the chaos at Rose and Reverie, a luxurious office was thick with the smell of aged cigars and expensive liquor. The walls were paneled in gleaming black wood, decorated with classic paintings of bloody hunts. Behind a slab of black marble heavy enough to rival a compact car sat the man who made Villemere kneel: Rodrigo Salvatierra—the El Jefe of Serpiente Negra.He stood a full two meters tall, with shoulders as wide as a doorframe and muscles forged like tempered steel. His skin was sun-scorched, veins bulging across arms the size of pylons. Unlike his fat, arrogant son, Rodrigo was a terrifying giant—someone whose mere stillness could crush a man’s breath. His eyes were jet black, as deep and merciless as a death well.The phone on his desk had just gone silent, Bruno’s sobbing still echoing in the air. Rodrigo’s lips twitched slightly, then his massive hand clenched.CRAAAACK!The black marble desk split under a single punch. Shards scattered ac

Kael chuckled quietly, his voice low but carrying effortlessly across the room. “Locking all the exits, huh?” he said casually, eyes narrowing with mockery. “You’re all going to regret that.”Rodrigo growled, his voice like stone grinding against steel. “Little mutt… you don’t even know who you’re standing in front of. I am the storm in this city. And you—you’re just a brittle leaf that’ll be crushed before dawn.”Kael’s lip curled into a smirk. “Funny. Everyone who’s ever said something like that to me… somehow always ends up as ash.”Rodrigo snorted sharply, then with a swift motion shrugged off his long black coat. It hit the floor with a heavy thud. Muscles rippled beneath the light, his body looked as if it had been forged from hot iron. A glowing red aura seeped from his skin, like embers splashed with gasoline.“Alright, boy,” Rodrigo rumbled as he stepped forward. Each step cracked the marble floor, scattering chips in all directions. “Let’s fight—and we’ll see if you can stil

A few minutes after Kael and Evelyne disappeared around the corner, the wail of sirens tore through the night. Five police cars screeched to a halt in front of the restaurant, now reduced to rubble and wisps of smoke. Red and blue lights flashed wildly, casting chaotic shadows on cracked walls.“Good Lord…” one officer muttered, staring at the building that was barely standing. “The power of Serpiente Negra… it’s terrifying!”“You’re not wrong,” another replied, his voice thick with unease. “Only they could cause this level of destruction. I wonder what lunatic dared to challenge them, pushing Serpiente Negra to unleash this kind of havoc.”But before that theory could spread, a breathless officer came running with a pale face. “Inspector! We found something across the street!”The inspector at the front turned sharply. “What is it?”“T-the body of El Jefe… h-he’s dead!”The air froze. All eyes went wide, a few officers exchanging disbelieving stares.“Impossible…” one of them whisper

The Next Morning, Moonveil Grand Hotel, 8:17 AMKael and Evelyne stepped out of the elevator with an easy stride. Evelyne looked sharp in a simple white blazer, her hair neatly tied back, while Kael wore nothing more than a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—laid-back as always.As the lobby doors slid open, an unusual scene greeted them. A man in his late forties stood tall with a wide smile, flanked by a young man in glasses carrying an engraved black wooden box—premium tea and coffee—and a young woman in a pastel blue dress holding two small, velvet-lined cases.Kael glanced at Evelyne. “Looks like we’ve got a new fan this morning.”Evelyne resisted the urge to sigh, though the corner of her eye twitched with curiosity. “Don’t start with your sarcasm, Kael.”The man stepped forward and gave a polite bow. “Good morning, Mr. Kael, Mrs. Evelyne. Allow me to introduce myself: Harold Veyron, Head of Criminal Investigation for the city of Villemere.”Evelyne blinked in

Kael glanced sideways at Agatha, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Alone? Wow… is this some kind of secret meeting? Are we about to discuss forming a shadow government?”His tone was light, almost playful, but that was exactly what made the air in the front yard grow even more tense. Evelyne shook her head slightly, like she had already given up on Kael’s inability to ever be serious.Agatha, however, didn’t take the bait. Her sharp gaze never wavered.“Fine,” Kael finally said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “If Grandma wants to talk, let’s talk. Honestly, I’m curious too—what exactly do you want to discuss with your handsome son-in-law?”Agatha stared at him for a long moment before finally turning away. “Follow me later.” Her tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.Meanwhile, Harold—who had been standing politely to the side—finally bowed slightly. “Madam Laurent, I’ve fulfilled my duty. It’s time I take my leave.” He then gave Kael a meaningful look. “Mr. Kael, if you