“Have you informed the Gregory family yet?” Luke asked as he gazed out the conference room window.The sun was already high in the sky, yet not all of the gang’s officials had arrived. Because of that, the meeting had yet to begin.Standing beside him with his back against the windowsill, Malcov took one last drag from his cigarette before exhaling a slow stream of smoke.“Not yet,” he replied, shaking his head. “I’ve sent some people to keep an eye on their residence first. I wanted to see whether Richard would show up there, but so far, nothing.”He lowered the cigarette, crushed the burning tip against the concrete windowsill, then flicked the butt outside.“My guess is he didn’t go straight home. He’s probably hiding somewhere for now, waiting until he’s ready to make his move.”Luke turned to look at him.“You think so?”Malcov shook his head again.“I can’t say for sure. It’s just a gut feeling. You know how twisted Richard can be. If he’s planning revenge, he won’t rush it. He’

“Surprised?”Zeo’s voice came from behind Luke.Luke didn’t move.He remained standing where he was, staring at the spot where Zeo had been only a heartbeat ago.“Did you really think you were the only one in our generation capable of using that technique?” Zeo said with a quiet laugh, lightly shaking his head.“Who are you?” Luke asked without turning around. “Just answer that, and maybe I’ll leave you alone.”Zeo didn’t reply right away.He slipped both hands into his pockets and casually started walking down the opposite side of the pathway.“I already answered your question. You already know my name. I have nothing to do with whatever it is you’re imagining about me.” He paused briefly before continuing. “As for the family I came from...”He let the silence linger for a moment.“That’s none of your concern.”The moment those words left his mouth, Zeo resumed walking.But i

Luke looked at the old man’s smiling face. There was a sincerity in the way he spoke that was difficult to fake.“Don’t worry. I don’t see people as enemies unless they make themselves one first. I don’t hold any grudge against the Elizalde family either. They’re the ones who hate me because of what they believe I did to Fenrir,” Luke said calmly as his gaze drifted toward the Elizalde family members.“So you’re saying we wrongly accused you of breaking Fenrir’s leg? Is that what you’re trying to say?” Denver interrupted angrily.“Hah! Do you honestly expect us to believe Fenrir broke his own leg that night? What do you take us for, fools?”“Maybe you actually are.” Luke chuckled softly without missing a beat. “Why don’t you ask the people who were there before coming after me? I’m sure plenty of them saw what really happened that night.”He paused as he walked past Denver, then added over his shoulder,“Fenrir is responsible for what happened to him, not me. If you people insist on b

Malcov stared at Augustus with unconcealed indignation, but the old man simply shrugged it off before casting a contemptuous glance at Luke.“So, it turns out your new right-hand man hasn’t only wronged my grandson. I honestly didn’t expect him to be bold enough to scheme against Young Master Richard as well. What a... remarkable talent you’ve found.”He slowly shook his head in disappointment before turning back to Malcov.“This is what happens when you give an ant the chance to fly. They may be tiny, but they become bold enough to bite at everything they see, never stopping to think about the consequences.”He paused, swept his gaze around the room, then continued.“What happened to my grandson, and what happened to Young Master Richard, has now become this gang’s responsibility because of him. I really can’t understand why you’re protecting him so desperately.”He narrowed his eyes at Malcov.“What’s so special about him that you’re willing to put your entire gang on the line? It a

“Master Pan, what are you talking about? How could you possibly lose to him? Or do you just not want to do what I told you? Are you feeling sorry for that brat?”Augustus scowled and stared at Luke.“Well, don’t worry about it. Just do what I’m asking. I’ll handle everything else.”Master Pan slowly shook his head before letting out a quiet sigh.“That’s not what I meant, Lord Augustus. That young man...”His gaze shifted toward Luke before he continued.“That young man is...”Before the old master could finish his sentence, the conference room door suddenly burst open.A young man rushed inside, breathing heavily, his face filled with worry.Everyone turned toward him and immediately recognized who he was.Even Luke did.It was Reynold Gregory, Arnold Gregory’s eldest son.Reynold’s wide eyes quickly swept across the entire conference room. It was obvious he was nervous.