Thom, who was almost at his bedroom door, stopped when he heard the hoarse voice behind him.He turned slowly. His gaze lowered—to Fathur, who was now sitting on the floor, his breathing heavy, his face pale from pain he could no longer hide.“Please… treat me…” Fathur repeated, this time more softly, almost like a whisper forced out of shattered pride.The entire room fell silent. There was no more laughter. No more mockery.Thom looked at the man for a few seconds, then walked back with calm steps. He stopped right in front of Fathur and crouched down so they were level.From that close distance, the mixture of emotions on Fathur’s face was clear—anger, humiliation, pain, and trampled pride. He hated the fact that he had lost in front of all the relatives. But the pain in his hand was stronger than his hatred.“Listen…” Fathur said in a low voice, though a trace of threat still lingered. “If my hand doesn’t heal… if it gets worse… I will mobilize the entire northern gangster clan to

Thom lowered his gaze, reading the short message only briefly. There was no change in his expression. His eyes remained as calm as the surface of a rippleless lake. He did not recognize the number. There was no name. No identity. But after a second, he slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket. To him, a message like that was unimportant. It was merely a Faceless threat. Empty words from someone who did not even dare to reveal themselves. As a King of War, threats were part of the air he breathed every day. He did not need to be afraid. There was no need to investigate. If someone truly wished to appear, they would appear on their own. He would not waste his time chasing small ants. “Enough,” Madam Yosie said to Mr. Edmund while adjusting her handbag. “Let’s just go home.” But before actually stepping away, she looked at Thom again. “Oh right,” she said as if she had just remembered something. “You must hold a proper housewarming party this week.” Thom did not turn. Mada

Thom wiped his hands with a napkin. “About the housewarming party,” he said calmly, “I’ll think about it this week. The official one.” Jasmine lifted her face. “But it’s not just a party,” Thom continued. “If we hold it, I want this house to give more than just an impression of luxury.” He paused for a moment, choosing his words. “We’ll prepare a large amount of food. Not just for the guests. Send some to the poor around the city. And to the orphanage.” “This house must be able to bring happiness to those who cannot afford it. If it’s only used for showing off, it’s meaningless,” he went on. Those words left Jasmine silent. Behind Thom’s firmness and authority, there was a vast heart. He wasn’t only strong on the battlefield, but he also knew how to use his power to give. Jasmine felt her heartbeat strengthen slowly. The way Thom spoke without seeking praise. The way he made decisions without needing the spotlight. The way he regarded sharing as natural, not as image-building.

For years, the Rolland family stood behind the curtain of unseen power. They were not merely a wealthy family. They were the shadow behind countless deaths.Since the founding of Lupo Academy, the Rolland family had been its largest investor. Officially, the academy was known as an elite martial arts training institution. However, behind its walls, the most talented senior students were selected, forged, and tested for a single purpose—To become the Rolland family’s assassins.Officials who refused cooperation. Cartels that attempted to seize territory. Mafia groups that refused to submit. Organizations bold enough to rival their network.One by one, they disappeared. Without a trace. Without a witness.Anas Rolland rose from his seat, his expensive suit falling perfectly over his frame. He walked slowly around the room, his eyes filled with certainty. “All this time,” he said coldly, “the Rolland family has always been able to defeat anyone.”He stopped in front of the long table, st

Finally, with a deep breath, Jasmine nodded slowly. “Alright,” she said. Thom gave a faint smile, almost imperceptible. Two hours passed quietly. The new maid had arrived. Thom handed his daughter over to her and gave a few brief instructions about Shenina’s routine, all of which sounded casual yet firm. Jasmine watched the process with a hint of awkwardness, feeling both relieved and slightly anxious at having to leave Shenina for a while. Thom glanced at her, offering reassurance with a single nod, and then they continued their journey toward the Diamond Star office. Along the way, the car moved slowly, the only sounds being the engine and the ticking speedometer. They were both silent. A silence that felt heavy—not because there was nothing to say, but because their minds were occupied with feelings difficult to express. Thom quietly observed Jasmine. He admired the gentleness radiating from her demeanor. The way she looked at Shenina, the way she adjusted her steps while wa