Maizart beamed as he took the contract, visibly relieved.In his elation, he couldn’t resist offering a few extra compliments.“Mr. Angbitai truly lives up to his reputation as a leading figure in the jade world—decisive and straightforward!”“One can tell at a glance—you’re a man destined for great things. I personally admire your bearing immensely!”Angbitai was thoroughly displeased, though he kept it from showing too plainly on his face.“You flatter me. You’ve seen how I conduct myself. I accept this loss wholeheartedly, but in the spirit of friendly competition, I’d like another round.”Another round?Not just Maizart—everyone watching was taken aback.After all, Angbitai had suffered a devastating loss, yet he still wanted to continue.“Is Angbitai trying to win it back?”“Obviously! That’s an entire jade mine on the line!”“I still think Mr. Lincoln, the Heavenly Eye, is the real deal. That kid might’ve just gotten lucky.”“That makes sense… now I’m getting interested.”Adrian

With a sweep of the host’s hand, the entire venue fell instantly silent.“For this round, Mr. Maizart and Mr. Angbitai have wagered a jade mine!”As the betting began, the crowd erupted once more.“I’m betting on Mr. Angbitai! He practically never loses!”“I’ll put up $500,000—on Angbitai!”“I’m in for $1 million—Maizart!”“$500,000 for me…”As wagers poured in, both sides’ fighters had already gathered behind the ring. The moment the crowd saw who had been sent out, the odds tipped heavily in Angbitai’s favor.Pahsaman was the first to step forward for Angbitai—a towering mass of muscle, his heavy, brooding expression enough to unsettle anyone.On Maizart’s side, Heypawa was ultimately the first to enter.As the two climbed onto the ring, cheers broke out across the arena.Standing beside Adrian, Mamaha began explaining.“Pahsaman is a power fighter. No one can match him head-on. I didn’t expect him to go first.”On the stage, Pahsaman had already launched forward. Heypawa relied on

Angbitai’s expression darkened to a frightening degree. Staring at Pahsaman’s motionless body on the ring, he wished nothing more than for Adrian to die on the spot.“You two!”The pair preparing to step up immediately brightened at the look in his eyes.Those words sent a jolt through Snape and the other fighter, Quentin. They looked at Adrian as though he were prey already within their grasp.Snape stepped forward first.“I’ll go.”Quentin, unwilling to let the five million slip into Snape’s hands, quickly blocked him.“Didn’t we agree backstage I’d go second? You’re backing out now?”Snape smiled and brushed Quentin’s hand aside.“Of course not. I took the drug a bit earlier than you—the effects have already kicked in. By any measure, I should go first.”“Besides, you saw what that kid can do. Without the boost, there’s no guarantee you’d take him down.”Snape was convinced that Pahsaman’s defeat had come from exhaustion rather than Adrian’s ability.As for Adrian’s strength, he ga

Angbitai was so furious his vision nearly went black. Just then, Norman approached, contract in hand.“Mr. Angbitai, the outcome has been decided. Shall we go ahead and sign this contract?”The smile on Norman’s face stood in stark contrast to Angbitai’s seething rage.“Sign? Fine—I’ll sign it right now!”He yanked the contract over and slammed it onto the table, wishing he could hack Adrian and the others to pieces on the spot.The pen in his grip was nearly crushed under the force of his anger. When he finally scrawled his name, Norman cheerfully took the contract back.“As expected of Mr. Angbitai—such boldness is truly admirable.”“Of course, it’s not that I lack boldness,” Norman added with a grin. “I simply haven’t had the opportunity.”His smile stretched so wide it nearly split his face, and even as he tucked the contract away, he couldn’t resist provoking Angbitai further.Meanwhile, Adrian had become the center of chaos. A crowd of men and women surrounded him so tightly he

Adrian paid no attention to their cries. He simply continued counting, and with each number he spoke, another man collapsed.Until only the leader remained, standing at the center.Adrian dusted off his hands. “Just you left. So—will you answer my questions honestly, or shall I continue?”The man’s face was ashen with despair. “What questions? Just ask!”Adrian tapped his forehead as if remembering, then turned toward the car. “It’s safe now. You can all come out.”Norman opened the door and stepped out.The driver and Lincoln Ashford followed closely behind. Together, they approached the surviving mercenary leader.“Who sent you?” Norman demanded. “Angbitai?”The mercenary froze for a moment, then lowered his head in silence.Norman was certain he had never seen this man before. Being hired to kill him was the most plausible explanation.Adrian idly tossed a few bullets in his hand, catching them again and again, occasionally glancing at the man.“I don’t know. We’re mercenaries—we w