Capital International Airport, Private Runway No. 1.Usually, this place was busy with private jets taking off and landing. But today, it was dead silent.In the middle of the empty, wide runway, a strange scene was unfolding.A luxurious European-style velvet sofa was placed right on the tarmac. A small round table beside it held a pot of steaming Earl Grey tea and a plate of macarons.Lucas sat on the sofa, legs crossed, reading a newspaper. The autumn wind messed up his hair slightly, but it only added to his lazy, untamed charm.Sebastian stood behind him, pouring tea with perfect posture.ROAR—A deafening sound came from the sky. A massive military transport plane, painted in camouflage dark grey, broke through the clouds. It looked like a steel beast ready to devour everything.The plane landed heavily, the tires screeching against the asphalt, creating white smoke.It taxied down the runway and stopped just fifty meters away from Lucas.The cabin door opened slowly.Clang! Cla

Back at the Gold Villa.Chloe was pacing back and forth in the living room, clutching her phone. She had been calling her grandfather, trying to mobilize her family's connections to save Lucas."Grandpa! Please! You have to talk to the Military! General Tyrone will kill him!""Chloe..." Her grandfather sighed on the phone. "It's Tyrone. Even the President gives him face. That young man Lucas... is probably already dead."Beep. The call ended.Chloe's phone slipped from her hand. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Lucas... you fool. Why did you provoke him?""Who is dead?"A familiar, magnetic voice came from the door.Chloe froze. She turned around slowly.Lucas was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. His suit was immaculate, not a speck of dust on it. He was holding a paper bag from a famous bakery."I bought croissants," Lucas smiled, walking in. "The queue was longer than the fight.""Lucas!"Chloe didn't care about her goddess image anymore. She rushed forward and threw hers

Somewhere in a dark warehouse in Brooklyn.Crash!Julian smashed a whiskey bottle against the wall. His face, which resembled Lucas's but looked more sinister, was twisted in rage."He killed Viper? With a car?!" Julian roared at his trembling subordinates. "Viper was my best enforcer! Lucas... you really have changed."Julian took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with malice."Fine. If brute force doesn't work, we use honey."He picked up a phone. "Activate 'Black Rose'. Tell her to go to the Plaza Hotel. Tonight, I want Lucas King's head on a platter."...The Plaza Hotel, Presidential Suite.It was midnight. The city lights of New York shone outside the window like a sea of stars.Chloe was exhausted from the flight and had already fallen asleep in the master bedroom.Lucas sat in the living room, holding a glass of wine, staring at the door.[Ding!][System Warning: High-Level Threat approaching.][Target: Elite Assassin. Weapon: Poisoned Dagger.]Lucas swirled his wine, a faint smi

The Plaza Hotel, Presidential Suite. 9:29 AM.The living room had been transformed into a temporary command center. Dozens of computer screens displayed complex stock charts.Anna and a team of top traders were typing furiously, sweat dripping from their foreheads."Chairman!" Anna shouted, her voice trembling. "The market opens in one minute. But the 'European Consortium' has already placed massive sell orders on the Wilson Group and King Corp! They are shorting us with 50 billion dollars!""They want to trigger a panic sell-off and bankrupt us within an hour!"Chloe stood by the window, clutching her chest. She knew nothing about stocks, but she could smell the blood in the air. 50 billion dollars? That was enough to buy a small country!In the center of the chaos, Lucas sat on the sofa, calmly peeling an orange."50 billion?" Lucas ate a slice of orange. "Those old men in Europe are generous. They came all the way to give me pocket money.""Chairman! The market is open!"Ring— (The

King Family Private Island. The Pacific Ocean.This place did not exist on any public map. It was a fortress surrounded by shark-infested waters and guarded by a fleet of destroyers.A helicopter slowly descended onto the helipad.Lucas stepped out, wearing a black trench coat, the sea wind blowing his hair. Chloe stood beside him, holding his arm. She felt a chill—not from the wind, but from the oppressive atmosphere of this island."Welcome home, Young Master," two rows of servants bowed, but their eyes were cold. They were all loyal to the Second Branch."Home?" Lucas sneered, looking at the dark castle on the cliff. "This is a colosseum."...The Great Hall of Ancestors.The heavy bronze doors creaked open.Inside, twelve elderly men sat on high chairs. They were the Council of Elders, the supreme judges of the family.In the center of the hall, a woman sat sipping tea. She wore a luxurious red cheongsam and vintage jade jewelry. Although she was over 50, she looked beautiful and