The old man attacked.His speed surpassed anything anyone in Filemon city had ever witnessed. One second he was standing in his position, the next second he was already in front of Kevin with a fist radiating Holy Human realm energy. That energy was silvery like his eyes and hair, and contained the essence of natural laws that had been refined beyond the limits of ordinary human understanding.Kevin received the attack.The first impact caused the ground beneath their feet to sink. Asphalt shattered. The iron fence of the compound gate flew through the air. Windows of surrounding buildings shattered into pieces. The shockwave spread in all directions, forcing everyone, from both the Lontaan family and the Dananjaya family, to retreat dozens of meters.A barrage of blows was exchanged. The old man attacked with combinations that demonstrated decades of combat experience at the highest level. Every punch carried natural laws that could tear through space. E

"Gold," Ishak repeated, staring at the bar in his hand. His eyes widened as he confirmed its weight and purity. This single gold bar was worth more than the eighth group's income over the past several months. He quickly tucked it inside his jacket with the practiced speed of someone well accustomed to receiving bribes. "Alright," he said, his tone shifting to one of forced friendliness. "You can join the team. But stay at the back. Always stay behind the others so the Boss doesn't see you. Got it?"Kevin nodded lazily, his expression unchanging.Ishak returned to Pedro's side, and the recruitment tests began. They were simple—a series of physical and cultivation assessments designed to filter applicants. But given the eighth group's desperate shortage of members, the standards were exceptionally low. Of the fifty people who applied—including thirty existing members who had to retake the tests—forty-seven were accepted. Several were clearly unqualified

The word "honor" that Pao Pao uttered made several Young Masters swallow nervously. They knew that refusing an honor from Pao Pao was equivalent to signing their own death warrants. But accepting the honor of hunting Wang Tao could also mean death.A judge stepped onto the stage carrying a large box containing eight numbered balls. The lottery would be conducted randomly to determine which group would receive this mission.But before the lottery began, Kevin noticed something interesting. Several Young Masters were secretly signaling to the judge. Very subtle signals, nearly invisible to ordinary eyes. A small nod accompanied by a hand movement that concealed something. Bribes.The Young Master of group six nodded toward the judge while his hand, hidden behind his back, held something that looked like an envelope. The Young Master of group five did the same. Group four. Group three. One by one, the Young Masters who could afford it directly bribed the judge to e

They entered the hotel lobby. Pedro spoke briefly with the receptionist to confirm that the guest in room 512 was still there. The receptionist, recognizing the Hung Sing emblem on their clothing, immediately nodded without asking many questions.The group went up to the fifth floor using the stairs, as Pedro did not want the sound of the elevator to alert the target. They walked down the quiet fifth-floor corridor and stopped in front of room 512.Kevin, walking at the back, scanned the room's contents with his primordial spirit. Inside, he sensed the presence of two people. One had a very strong cultivation aura—the second level of the Holy Human realm. The other had no cultivation at all—an ordinary woman.Kevin observed his new comrades. Ishak, standing at the front of the door with a drawn sword in a trembling hand. Pedro, standing behind Ishak with a face that had already accepted death. Alfa, standing further back with a pale face and sweat st

The group had just stepped out of the Eastern Pearl Hotel, with Ishak carrying Wang Tao's head wrapped in a black cloth bag, when they were greeted by a sight they had not expected.Dozens of people stood lined up along the street in front of the hotel. Faces Kevin recognized. The faces of the eighth group members who had fled one by one during the journey to the hotel.They had returned.Their faces were pale from immense shame. Some bowed their heads and did not dare to look at Pedro. Others stood with clenched fists at their sides and hardened jaws, the expression of people who had fought against their fear and ultimately chosen to return, even if it might have been too late.One of them, the oldest—a man about forty years old who had been a member of the eighth group since Pedro's father's time—stepped forward with his head lowered."Boss Pedro," the man said in a voice trembling with shame. "We are sorry. We are indeed cowards. We