The crazy screaming of Young Master Logan echoed off the high gold walls of the banquet hall like a wild animal caught in a metal trap.His knees were still bleeding heavily on the sharp, broken glass, his white designer trousers completely stained with bright red streaks. He kept his finger pressed tightly on the black wireless transmitter, his handsome face twisted into a mask of pure, ugly pride.You are a dead man, Christian, Logan shrieked, his voice cracking into a high pitched squeak as he spit blood onto the floor. You think you can walk in here and smash my personal guards just because you have a bit of physical strength.My family belongs to the Capital’s Four Great Houses. We own the laws, the military sectors, and the underground guilds of this entire territory. Three thousand heavy corporate soldiers are stationed just two blocks away from this building. You will not leave this room alive.The three hundred wealthy guests pressed themselves even harder against the far wal

The thousands of bright red laser dots danced across the bodies of the three hundred elite martial artists like a swarm of deadly fireflies.The heavy metallic clicks of thousands of advanced weapons being loaded at the exact same time echoed through the dark streets, completely freezing the entire Logan family army in their tracks.The martial artists stood perfectly still, their long steel swords shaking in their hands as they looked up at the roofs of the surrounding skyscrapers. They realized that if they made even a single microsecond of a movement, they would be turned into a pile of bleeding scrap metal before they could even draw a breath.Down on the hard concrete road, Patriarch Hector Logan felt his entire heart drop straight into a dark, freezing pit of pure horror. The arrogant, murderous rage on his old face disappeared instantly, replaced by a sudden wave of absolute panic.He looked at the massive army of black ops soldiers staring down at him from every single window,

The golden invitation card on the digital screen reflected inside Christian’s cold, icy blue eyes.The trap for tomorrow morning was completely set by his treacherous brother, but tonight, the capital city was still full of smaller wolves who thought they could play with fire.Christian slipped his phone back into his premium black silk suit jacket, his mind completely focused on the final corporate battle.Before the grand conference could take place, Clara decided to visit the central luxury shopping district of the Capital City. She wanted to buy a proper, elegant suit for her father Peter so he could look majestic when they accompanied Christian to the corporate halls.She entered the Golden Rose Boutique, a massive, multi-billion dollar international fashion store where only the highest aristocratic ladies were allowed to step inside.Clara walked quietly between the long rows of diamond encrusted dress racks, her fingers gently touching a fine white silk shirt. She felt a bit ou

The cold night rain finally stopped as the bright morning sun rose over the giant glass skyscrapers of the Capital City.The entire financial district was buzzing with an unbelievable, high stakes energy that could be felt in the air. Today was the day of the global shareholder conference, the most important business meeting in the entire history of the country.Outside the main Sterling Headquarters skyscraper, hundreds of luxury black sedans, silver sports cars, and private bulletproof limousines were lined up for blocks.Over five hundred international billionaires, top national judges, and multi-trillionaire investors from across the world walked through the massive gold entrance doors.They wore expensive silk suits and diamond watches, their faces full of serious, greedy expressions as they prepared to witness the change of a global empire.Dozens of global media outlets and top television news channels had their cameras set up all over the grand lobby, flashing bright lights ev

The massive explosion ripped through the back of the grand convention hall, sending huge chunks of twisted steel and broken concrete flying across the plush blue carpet.The heavy reinforced boardroom doors were blown completely off their thick iron hinges, crashing down onto the floor with a deafening bang that shook the entire hundred story skyscraper.A thick cloud of white smoke and grey dust instantly filled the back entrance, making the three hundred international billionaires scream in pure terror as they ducked under their gold tables.The ten armed personal guards on the stage froze in total shock, their silver pistols shaking in their hands as their eyes strained to see through the heavy mist. The entire room fell into a sudden, suffocating silence, broken only by the quiet hum of the computer screens that were still showing Victor’s murderous video on a continuous loop.Then, the slow, rhythmic sound of heavy leather boots began to click sharply against the concrete floor.