“Ah!!! My hand! You dare to hurt me!”Ethan stared at his palm, blood gushing out, screaming in agony like a slaughtered pig.A pair of chopsticks—piercing through a human palm—how much force must that have taken?! Everyone around was stunned by the scene before them.No one had seen exactly how Valmor had struck, but everyone understood that Ethan’s pierced palm had everything to do with the mysterious man in front of him.“He… actually…” Arabella was also frozen, completely unprepared for this outcome.In her eyes, this man dressed so plainly—no matter how skilled he might be—would never dare offend Ethan. Yet she never expected that Valmor would strike so decisively and ruthlessly.Such an act, occurring at the Barbar Family’s celebration banquet, was simply…Out of bounds!Utterly arrogant!Seeking his own death!At that moment, Arabella didn’t hesitate to step away from Valmor, fearing that others would assume she had some connection with this reckless man. If that happened, bot

Valmor couldn’t help but recall ten years ago, when he had just been exceptionally admitted into the Highcrest Dragon Unit. Back then, there was an arrogant guy named Arkanis, who claimed to have been the unit’s combat champion for three consecutive terms. Relying on his veteran status, he tried to bully the newly joined Valmor.However, just one day later, Lord Arkanis was thoroughly dealt with and subdued, and his streak of combat championships was ended by Valmor.Not long after, Valmor completely took command of the entire Highcrest Dragon Unit, and Lord Arkanis admired him to an extreme degree!Later, because Valmor kept achieving extraordinary feats, he quickly rose through the ranks and established his own “Elite Black Rider Army.”Amid his busy official duties, he hadn’t really known what became of his comrades from the Highcrest Dragon Unit back then.Now, nearly ten years had passed, and recalling those past events filled Valmor with emotion. He also wanted to know whether t

Outside the hotel, night had already fallen.As Valmor walked toward the military off-road vehicle, Dannell Scott had already opened the rear door and was waiting respectfully.Once inside, Valmor lit a cigarette, gazed at the moonlight outside the window, and exhaled smoke casually.The vehicle started moving, following the road straight into the distance.Dannell flipped through the data on his tablet and reported.“Commander, among those who participated in the plot against the Kross Family, aside from the main culprits—the Barbar and Stone families—the third faction involved most deeply is the Carter Family. Currently, all members of these three families have been fully tracked, and their financial status has been basically clarified. We can act at any time.”“No rush,” Valmor said, drawing on his cigarette. “I just gave them a one-month countdown to death.”The man froze for a moment, then nodded. “Yes!”Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Valmor said. “Go to Celestide Alley.”C

“Has the Sinclair family made any moves?”Valmor remembered that after he had slapped Arabella, he had given the Sinclair family seven days to apologize.The Sinclair family had not been involved in the Kross Family massacre, so Valmor had given them a chance to live. Of course, if they failed to recognize the situation, the War King’s word would inevitably come true!A favor must be repaid; a grudge must be avenged. Actions speak louder than words—this was Valmor’s character!“The Sinclair family, being a martial world clan, has long been looked down upon and approached with caution by the prestigious families of Smaora City. Therefore, the Sinclair family has remained at a distance from the Barbar Family and others, without getting deeply involved,”“However, the Sinclair family has already begun investigating news about Your Excellency the The war King, stirring restlessly and waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge!”The man reported respectfully.Of course, in Dannell’s eyes,

Hearing Victor’s words, the rest of the Sinclair family were all shocked, unable to believe it!It was unimaginable—Victor Sinclair, the godfather of the underworld in Smaora City, had never lowered himself like this, even when facing the likes of the Barbar Family.Yet now, he was begging for mercy and softening before Valmor, a young man of around twenty. This was nothing short of a tale from the Arabian Nights!“You issued a bounty in the underworld—twenty million for my life! Do you think such a matter can simply be forgiven?”A sly, almost wicked smile appeared at the corner of Valmor’s mouth as he looked at Victor and asked.Victor froze, his eyes widening, scalp tingling, and sweat pouring down his body. In his mind, the plan had been meticulously executed, and with the Barbar Family’s assistance, it should have gone completely unnoticed. Yet he had never imagined that Valmor already knew!Panic!Fear!The terrifying feeling that everything he had done was under Valmor’s contro