“MASON! You need to stop!” Arthur’s voice tore through the chaos, cracking with fear.But Mason didn’t hear him.His body convulsed under the violent surge of light roaring from his hand, the energy consuming him like wildfire. The aura around him spiraled out of control, splitting the air with shrill vibrations.“Mason—!” Arthur tried again, stepping forward, but Marty grabbed him.“Young master, DON’T!” Marty barked, dragging him back. “If you get anywhere near that—your body will collapse under the pressure!”Arthur trembled. He felt so helpless and furious.Why was he always too weak to protect the people who protected him?A thunderous crack ripped across the warehouse as Mason’s unstable force expanded once more, tearing through the steel beams above. Entire sections of the ceiling groaned, threatening to fall.Elara shielded her head, eyes shaking.“This is insane… he’s going to destroy the entire building!”Her voice was drowned out by another violent blast—BOOOOOM!The shock

Meanwhile, unaware of the near death commotion at the factory, Leon drove his way to the Xavier mansion with two other vehicles trailing behind him. In order to make up for the damage he had done, Leon had taken up this task himself. With all the members of the silver falcon already assembled, Leon could only bring Mason's men from the underground world with him. The Xavier family mansion was located in the outskirts of the capital, developed purposefully to their taste. The mansion was grand, almost like a palace, making Leon scoff. These people really treated themselves like royalty. “Stop!” A security guard stood in front of the gate, and Leon almost ran him over. “Are you out of your mind?! Where do you think you are?”The security guard's face flushed red in anger. This was likely the first time anyone had dared barged into this place like this. “If you have a death wish, then just say it! I am sure Mr Xavier would be glad to spare you the burden.” The guard sneered, cross

“Explain.” Arthur's words were calm, and Jessica, over the phone, felt her heart return to normal. “Arthur… my nanny—Mama Tilda—she’s sick. Really sick.” Jessica's voice trembled at the end. She couldn't help it. With no one to support her, Jessica could only try comforting herself, but that self-comfort had started to shatter with Arthur's voice. Arthur straightened, instinct tightening in his chest.Mama Tilda… the woman who used to sneak him extra food when the Harris family starved him out of spite. The one person in that entire household who treated him with warmth.“Sick? Is it that serious?”Arthur frowned.He hated hospitals since they reminded him of how his nanny had died. “Yes. It's severe arthritis and a gastric ulcer.” “Then what happened? Have you taken her to the hospital?” Arthur asked.Jessica’s breath hitched.“I did. But Racheal and her family refused to pay for her treatment. They said she’s ‘not their responsibility’ anymore.”Arthur’s eyes darkened.Truly the

Before Arthur could explode, Leon moved first.In a blur, he lunged forward and snatched Racheal by the wrist, yanking her toward him with brutal precision—pregnancy or not, he didn’t care.Racheal’s face went pale.“AHH! LET GO OF ME!” she screamed, terror slicing through her voice.Arthur didn’t move. He simply stared at her with cold fury.His nanny was taboo. A soft open wound that touched Arthur each time it was mentioned.Racheal was the main cause of everything, and the fact that she could boldly come out to threaten him and Jessica's nanny was too much!“How dare you?” His voice trembled with barely restrained rage.Jessica was not behind in fury. Her nanny was the second person, besides Grandpa Harri, who truly and genuinely cared for her.She had always known the reason why her grandfather took her in, but Nanny Tilda was different.She took care of Jessica like her own daughter, and also made her stay at the Harris family mansion somewhat bearable.Her body shook in anger

“You bastard!” Tiger launched forward with the speed of a predator, Marty's taunt filling his chest with anger. His fist cut through the air— then aimed straight at Marty’s throat.Marty tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack.Whoosh—Tiger missed by a hair.Marty’s voice floated past his ear, low and mocking.“You’re slow.”Before Tiger could recover, or move…?Crack!Marty’s elbow slammed into his ribs.Tiger’s breath exploded out of him as he stumbled back, eyes widening. He hadn’t even seen the strike coming. He roared then charged again, throwing a barrage of punches.Each one is fast. Accurate. Deadly.But Marty gracefully weaved between them as if Tiger were moving underwater.“Is this it?” Marty taunted. “This is the mighty Xavier guard?”“You're asking for it!” Tiger snarled and swung a heavy kick.Marty caught his leg with one hand.Tiger’s eyes widened.Never had this happened in his life. As his master's most taught disciple, Tiger had always prided himself and ca