After completing all the procedures, Max saw Duncan and Kate to the door, being more than cheerful and polite."You two, the interior consists of valuable items. If there is anything you are dissatisfied with, please contact me. I guarantee to handle it immediately.""Fine."Duncan simply replied.Getting into the car, where Michael was already waiting, he noticed that Michael's expression was a bit tense. Gianni, however, showed no emotion."Let's go. Zenith Grill villa area."Michael nodded and began to drive."Father, how was the health checkup?"Kate's primary concern was still Gianni's health."It is what it is. I know my own illness best."Having said that, Gianni patted his daughter's hand. He did not know where this disease came from. But he knew his health had held up this long only through great effort. Although Michael had not told him anything earlier, he was an elder after all.Even with a brief look, he knew the situation was not optimistic. He did not want to make thing

Duncan looked at the ragtag group—scrawny, tanned, with dyed hair and cheap tattoos, acting tough by bullying the elderly. It was an eyesore."You want money?"The tone of Duncan's voice was low and heavy. Michael felt a chill. He knew that when the General spoke with such indifference, he was truly furious. Realizing what was about to happen, Michael discreetly signaled the reinforcements he had stationed nearby."You think I’m joking? You either give me twenty million, or I break your legs." Simon swung his baton around to show off. But to a God of War like Duncan, Simon was nothing more than a fly buzzing before it was swatted."Fine. Twenty million. But it’s for your funeral."Before Simon could respond, Duncan moved. His speed was so great that the onlookers thought their eyes were playing tricks on them."How is this possible?""Boss."The lackeys rushed toward their leader. Simon had been kicked over ten meters away, slamming into an old wall with enough force to make the house

Michael stared at the man standing before him. The stranger was tall and exuded a lingering sense of bloodlust, but even this murderous aura paled in comparison to that of Michael and Duncan.The thugs of the criminal underworld usually risked their lives for profit. Their killing was mostly a matter of self-defense, which naturally cultivated a certain lethal air. Duncan, however, was a veteran of the battlefield. He had walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and his aura was not merely one of slaughter, but the majestic pressure of a God of War. It was a crushing weight that could flatten anything in its path."Have you gone mute?"The leader was Jimmy. In City Neon, he was a man of some reputation. Known for his reckless desperation and his tendency to fight until the very end, anyone who heard his name felt a sense of dread regarding his sheer madness.There was another reason people feared him: his gruesome methods of execution. Even if an opponent surrendered, once Ji