Richard and Harold hurried to keep up with Lucas's steady, determined strides. However, just as Lucas reached the threshold of the VIP elevator, a wild, desperate cry echoed from behind."Die, you bastard!"Martin’s right-hand man lunged up from the floor, completely forgetting all his pain and fear. Driven by a final burst of reckless courage, he whipped a tactical pocket knife from inside his jacket and lunged forward, thrusting it straight at Lucas’s back with full speed."Lucas, watch out behind you!" Richard screamed in panic.Without even needing to look back, Lucas sensed the rush of wind at the back of his neck. Moving with time-bending reflexes, a fraction of a second before the sharp blade could touch his suit, Lucas spun his body halfway around.Bam!Before the knife could even swing down, Lucas’s left hand shot out like a steel clamp, catching the attacker’s wrist mid-air. The scarred man’s forward momentum came to a brutal, instantaneous halt, as if he had smashed into a

When the silver mask slipped off, Lucas's handsome face, etched with a mocking smile, was laid bare. Martin froze instantly, his eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. All his joints went limp; gone was the arrogance of the feared life-or-death arena executioner, replaced by utter, bone-chilling shock."Y-You... You're Lucas?!" Martin stammered, stumbling backward until he crashed into a desk. "How is this possible... You're ranked fiftieth, yet you defeated me so easily!""Harlord," Lucas called out, never taking his eyes off Martin, who was now trembling with fear."Ready, Young Master!" Harlord, who had been watching the brief massacre the entire time, stepped forward promptly, his eyes shining with deep admiration."Tie up this rank-forty bastard and all his unconscious men. Make sure the knots are tight; don't let a single one of them have a chance to crawl away.""Order executed!" Harlord immediately pulled a specialized rope from his waist, binding the helpless Martin al

Hearing Martin’s confession, Edward’s eyes widened even further, radiating a volatile mix of disbelief, searing panic, and boiling rage."G-Goro?! I don't give a damn who that fucking bastard is?!" Edward roared, his voice shrill and raspy, broken by his ragged breaths and the excruciating pain radiating from his right shoulder. Blood continued to gush onto the carpet, scorching his consciousness to the absolute brink."And you... you useless piece of shit, Martin! I pay you millions of dollars every month to be my bodyguard, yet you lost just because of a tip-off from trash like him?! You deserve to die, Martin! You useless insect!"Martin could only bow his head deeper, whimpering in pain and gripping shame. He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of Lucas, who stood gracefully while emanating an aura of death so thick it was suffocating.Amid the agony searing his body and the encroaching despair, Edward's mind raced wildly. The agony twisting his shoulder gradually gave birth to

Hearing his father's fiery roar, not a single trace of fear or regret showed on Lucas's face. His ice-cold gaze remained utterly calm, sweeping over the scene before him... the dozens of spears and swords pointed straight at him looked like nothing more than a pile of wooden toys.Lucas tilted his head slightly, then let out a slow exhale as he slid both hands into his trousers pockets. His completely relaxed demeanor in the middle of being surrounded by the Law Enforcement Forces created an invisible psychological pressure on everyone in the room."An answer?" Lucas's voice sounded effortless, standing in sharp contrast to the lethal aura radiating from Vyan. "Father, you arrived so quickly just to shout as if the world were coming to an end. Besides, weren't you the one who taught me that anyone who stands in my way must pay the price?"Lucas took a slow step forward, ignoring the visible tensing of the soldiers' spear tips."First, I came here to save Evelyn—a woman whose honor you

Vyan Wine stood rooted to the spot, his throat feeling as though it were choked with sand. The sharp, icy glare piercing from Lucas’s eyes shattered every word of defense he had been preparing into pieces. The old man, once revered across all of Hakward City, was now no different from a helpless convict standing before the true ruler.In the corner of the room, Evelyn gradually recovered from the paralyzing fear that had gripped her chest. The bloody tension and echoing shouts slowly thawed, replaced by a surging wave of admiration in her heart. Her clear, slightly swollen eyes never left the broad back of Lucas. The young man whom everyone had once looked down upon was now intimidating the entire room with an aura of absolute dominance.Evelyn’s mind suddenly drifted back, piecing together fragments of memory from the number-guessing game at the Casino Empire on the day they first arrived. Back then, she had doubted him, thinking he was merely a desperate man driven by gambling madne