The Sterling Corp bulletproof limousine sped through the city streets toward the private runway. In the luxurious backseat, the silence was so thick it could be cut with a knife.Seraphina sat with her legs crossed, her gaze thrown out the dark tinted window. Her porcelain face appeared perfectly calm, but the ambient temperature plummeted, leaving a faint trail of frost on the leather seat beside her. The Ice Queen was consumed by a burning jealousy, causing the Pure Yin Qi within her to react wildly.Silas Thorne, sitting casually beside her, noticed. The Tyrant offered a faint smile, an expression exceedingly arrogant yet indulgent. He reached out with his large hand and enveloped Seraphina's freezing fingers."Still thinking about that name?" Silas whispered, his baritone voice shattering the silence.Seraphina turned. Her blue eyes sharpened like ice razors. "Victoria. The East Coast conglomerate heiress who kicked you to the curb when your family was destroyed five years ago...

The pitch-black Phantom Sovereign SUV glided smoothly through the asphalt streets of Mirage City. Outside the bulletproof glass windows, the glittering neon lights of the desert sin city began to blind the eyes, contrasting sharply with the night's darkness.Inside the spacious and luxurious passenger cabin, the atmosphere felt incredibly relaxed, standing in stark contrast to the suffocating tension in the driver's seat.Seraphina leaned her back against Silas's embrace, her slender fingers holding a crystal glass filled with expensive champagne she had poured from the car's mini-bar. Silas gently stroked Seraphina's bare shoulder, his gray eyes staring straight into the rearview mirror, locking directly onto the eyes of the former mafia boss who was now their driver.The man in the white suit drove with a body as stiff as a walking corpse. Cold sweat the size of corn kernels continuously dripped down, soaking his collar, while the faint stench of urine from his wet trousers lingered

In the subterranean depths of The Obsidian Casino, unimaginable luxury unfolded before the eyes. Thousands of Lumina crystals hung from the ceiling, illuminating hundreds of billionaires, elite mafiosos, and underworld kingpins seated on red velvet sofas.On the marble stage, the Auctioneer held up a glass vial containing a faintly glowing, silvery fluid."Seventy million dollars from Mr. Romanov! Do we have a higher bid for this Jonathan Thorne's Spinal Fluid?!" the Auctioneer shouted, his face flushed with the euphoria of greed.DING.The crisp chime of the VIP elevator bell cut through the clamor of the auction hall. All eyes turned toward the glass elevator doors slowly sliding open, expecting the late arrival of a ridiculously wealthy guest of honor.However, it was not an arrogant billionaire who emerged.WHOOSH! CRASH!The body of a woman, clad in the bloody shreds of a ruined gold dress, was hurled out of the elevator with the speed of a bullet. The body flew through the air a

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!Emergency red lights spun wildly, sweeping across the deathly pale faces inside the underground auction hall that had now transformed into a massive coffin.The room's temperature began to spike drastically. The blistering heat from the evidence-incineration furnace warming up behind the walls started to roast their skin. Four minutes remaining.Panic erupted. The surviving billionaires and elite mafiosos began pounding on the one-meter-thick steel door until their knuckles bled. But The Obsidian Casino's vault door didn't budge; it was designed to withstand a ballistic missile strike, let alone the fists of ordinary men."This is all your fault, Silas Thorne!" shrieked an Eastern European billionaire, pointing at Silas with a face contorted by the terror of impending death. "If you hadn't ruined this auction, we wouldn't be trapped in here! Kill him! If we kill him, maybe the casino's security system will abort the detonation!"Fueled by absolute despair, the rem

Time seemed to grind to an absolute, agonizing halt.The massive silver energy claw unleashed by the Association President tore through the air with an ear-piercing shriek. Its sole target: to obliterate the heart of Silas Thorne, who was currently paralyzed by a severe meridian backlash and weighed down by his father's frail body.The claw of death was now less than a hand's breadth away from Silas's chest. The freezing, murderous Qi of a Peak Grandmaster had already shredded his black dress shirt.There was no time to dodge. No room to counterattack.Yet, in that razor-thin margin between life and death, a hulking black shadow lunged from the side with a speed that defied all common sense.SHLUCK!The sickening crunch of tearing flesh and shattering bone echoed loudly. A geyser of fresh blood sprayed, splattering across Silas's deathly pale face.It wasn't Silas's chest that had been pierced.Rex, the loyal right hand who was always as silent as a shadow, had hurled his own massive