The heavy steel blade rang loudly as it buried itself six inches deep into the stone bedrock right next to the Overlord’s ear, pinning his thick leather coat firmly to the dirt.The giant criminal lay flat on his back, his heavy chest heaving up and down as he choked on his own blood, his eyes wild with absolute terror. He was completely trapped under the massive weight of his own ancestral weapon, unable to move a single inch.Christian stood towering over him like an unshakeable mountain, his polished leather boots resting mere inches from the Overlord’s face. He looked down at the defeated shadow ruler with a freezing, royal indifference, his midnight black silk suit completely clean despite the wild battle.The sight of the absolute ruler of the underworld pinned to the ground like a helpless insect sent a wave of violent panic straight through the upper glass VIP booths.The corrupt city officials, bought judges, and greedy billionaires dropped their expensive phones and wine gla

The deafening roar of snapping metal filled the entire underground colosseum as the three-ton steel cage gate plummeted through the air like a heavy falling building.The heavy iron grid was moving with terrifying speed, cutting through the warm torch light straight toward the dirt floor right where Christian was standing.Down in the grandstands, the kneeling thugs let out sharp, horrified gasps, while Director Vance screamed out at the top of his lungs, his face turning pale with pure panic.Up on the small hidden balcony, Victor Sterling let out a wild, screeching cackle of crazy joy, believing his deadly surprise had finally succeeded in turning his older brother into flat bloody dust.Die, Christian, Victor shrieked frantically, his body trembling with a lawless, insane pleasure as he leaned over the wooden railing. Die and leave the world to me.But Christian’s reflexes were far beyond those of any ordinary human being. His icy blue eyes picked up the shadow of the falling metal

The morning sun hit the glossy black paint of the twelve luxury town cars, making the dark golden dragon crests on the doors shine with an arrogant light.The heavy roar of the high-powered engines faded into a low, threatening rumble that filled the quiet factory driveway. Surrounding the exit, the cars blocked every possible path to the primary road, standing like a wall of dark metal.The rear door of the central stretch limousine opened with a smooth, soft click. A tall, old man stepped out onto the paved ground, leaning lightly on a heavy cane topped with a solid gold dragon head.He was dressed in a long, dark blue silk robe embroidered with silver threads, and his gray hair was combed back neatly. His face was covered in deep wrinkles, but his small, sharp eyes burned with an icy, ruthless arrogance that had terrified politicians and business owners for over forty years. This was Lord Malakai, the supreme patriarch of the Four Great Houses, the most powerful noble leader in the

The news of the emergency secret summit spread through the highest financial circles of the capital city like a wild grass fire. Within just two short hours of Lord Malakai’s furious phone call, the Four Great Houses launched their very first joint attack against Christian Sterling.They did not start with guns or street thugs this time. They used their massive grip over the nation’s official supply channels to choke his business to death.Across every major highway, trade route, and shipping dock leading into the capital, heavy steel barricades slammed shut. The Four Great Houses used their deep political influence to post hundreds of corrupt traffic officers and paid inspectors at every single intersection.Every delivery truck carrying raw steel, electronics, or building materials to Christian’s factories was forced to pull over to the side of the road. The officers issued fake inspection violations, seizing cargo and turning away hundreds of supply drivers. The noble families want

The loud wail of the police sirens faded into the distant afternoon air as the state police cruiser drove away, carrying the fat, disgraced inspector in heavy steel handcuffs.Down on the warehouse street, the gathered crowd of local workers and street sellers cheered wildly, shouting Christian’s name with deep respect and joy.Old Peter held the front doors open wide, and Clara smiled with soft relief as normal life returned to the commercial district.Christian did not linger in the victory. He gave Clara a calm, reassuring nod, turned on his heel, and stepped back into the rear seat of his midnight black armored SUV.Director Vance pulled the heavy door shut and climbed into the front passenger seat, holding a glowing digital tablet that was updating every single second with live stock market data.Master, the Four Great Houses believe they still hold the upper hand in the capital city, Director Vance reported, his voice tight with sharp, disciplined excitement. Lord Malakai is cur