Abel screamed. His body twisted on the marble floor, sweat and tears mixing together. His hands clawed at the ground without direction, his voice breaking from pain and humiliation.“M-My leg…”Alex slowly withdrew his foot. Unhurried. Unemotional. Yet the sight made everyone watching swallow hard.“Get up,” he said coldly. “Your screaming is polluting this hall.”Abel sobbed. There was no arrogance left. No trace of the young master who once loved to bully others. What remained was only a man who had lost everything—his pride, his power, and the protection of his father’s position.Alex turned toward the two guards near the door.“Throw them out.”A single command. No extra words. The two guards moved at once, lifting Victor—who was still unsteady—and dragging Abel, who could no longer stand on his own.“W-Wait…!” Victor struggled. “Chairman! Mr. Paula! I—”“Take them out,” Jack Paula said calmly.That sentence ended everything.The massive doors of the hall opened. The night wind ru

“I should be the one saying the same thing to you… If you so much as harm a single strand of Clara’s hair, you will never see the sunrise tomorrow.”The five S-class assassins sent by the Han family exchanged glances.“Hahaha…”A low laugh echoed—not cheerful, but dripping with mockery.“He’s challenging Master Hao?” one of the S-class assassins scoffed.“This kid really doesn’t know when to joke,” another added.“To speak like that in front of an SSS-class martial arts master… Is he stupid or insane?”Master Hao did not laugh. He merely tilted his head slightly, as if evaluating an insect that had just made too much noise.“Young man,” he said calmly, “you have courage. But courage without strength only hastens death.”Alex did not respond.He simply lowered his shoulders slightly, loosening his suit jacket. Then he stepped forward—one step closer.At that moment, Candra quickly held him back.“Young Master, a martial artist at the level of an SSS-class assassin… He possesses invisib

Alex’s fist stopped. Completely stopped. Just one centimeter away from Master Hao’s face.The Qi swirling around his knuckles continued to pulse, making the air tremble faintly. His hair fluttered slightly from the restrained pressure that had yet to be released. But his eyes—cold and razor-sharp just moments ago—flickered for a brief second.Alex turned his head.At the end of the iron staircase on the upper floor stood Clara. She was breathing hard, one hand gripping the metal railing, the other pressed against her chest as if her heart might burst out. Her face was pale, but her eyes were fixed on Alex with unwavering intensity. She wasn’t afraid of him.She was afraid of losing him.“Don’t…” Clara’s voice trembled, yet remained clear. “Don’t kill him.”The warehouse fell silent. Only Master Hao’s heavy breathing filled the gaps between seconds. Alex did not immediately withdraw his fist. His jaw merely tightened.“He kidnapped you,” Alex said quietly, without fully turning toward

Alex remained standing calmly. There was no change in his expression, as if the deaths of the three major family heads were nothing more than a morning weather report.He looked straight at the Ruler of Draken City. His gaze was neither challenging nor submissive.“I will not leave,” Alex said flatly.Clara reflexively turned toward him. “Alex, you have to—”Alex raised one hand, signaling her to stop. Not harshly. But firm enough to make her hold her words.The City Ruler narrowed his eyes slightly. “Do you understand what you’re saying? The provincial team is not ordinary law enforcement. They are not coming to ask questions.”“I know,” Alex replied without hesitation. “That’s precisely why I won’t leave.”Silence fell again. Heavy.“If I leave now,” Alex continued, “it will be the same as admitting to accusations I never committed. And that will drag in many people who should not be involved.”His gaze shifted—not to the City Ruler, but briefly to Clara. Just for a moment. But it w

The special prison transport vehicle came to a heavy stop in front of a massive, dull-black gate. Above it was a carved statue of a dragon, its eyes hollow and its fangs bared.Dragon Prison.The air around it felt different. Heavier. Colder. As if the place itself rejected normal life.When the iron doors opened—Alex stepped down in handcuffs, flanked by two armed guards. The moment his feet touched the ground, he immediately sensed the pure malice that had accumulated in this place for years.“Welcome,” one of the wardens said with a crooked smile. “If you survive three months, you can already consider yourself lucky.”“All because you offended the Han family.”Alex did not reply. He simply stared straight ahead.The prison corridors were lined with thick steel bars. Behind them, rough faces pressed against the metal, wild eyes observing the newcomer like predators scenting fresh blood.“Heh… clean-looking kid.”“That one looks expensive.”“How long do you think he’ll last?”“With