Lucas placed his teacup gently onto the saucer on the table. The soft clinking sound was instantly swallowed by the silence of the room, which suddenly felt even more solemn.He raised his gaze, looking back and forth between Richard and Evelyn with eyes as calm as a still lake, yet concealing the depth of an ocean."There is no major issue, Mr. Richard," Lucas replied calmly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips to ease the tension that had begun to creep onto the faces of the father and daughter."Just simple exhaustion. Tonight went according to plan, and there are no immediate threats we need to worry about right now."Richard knitted his brows, clearly sensing that the young man before him was leaving something unsaid, yet he chose to respect Lucas's privacy.Before rising from his seat, Lucas walked slowly toward the side of Richard's desk. Leaning in slightly, he whispered a warning in a voice audible only to Richard and Evelyn."However, before I return to my room t

The thunderous slam of Hyuga's hand against the desk echoed through every corner of the room, sending fine dust flying beneath the glow of the crystal chandelier. The face of the Casino Empire's owner was flushed red, the veins in his neck bulging as he fought to suppress his rising fury. To him, Goro's actions were not only brazen, but completely absurd.Yet, Goro seemed to no longer harbor any fear of the casino ruler's rage. The desperation and agony gripping his chest were far greater than any threat in that room. With eyes brimming with tears, he looked up, staring at Hyuga with a utterly shattered, pleading gaze."I don't care if you beat me to a pulp or turn me into a lifelong slave, Mr. Hyuga!" Goro shrieked hoarsely, his breathing ragged and broken. "My mother... my mother, my only family, is in critical condition! Her illness is eating away at her internal organs, and the only way to save her is to pay the price I mentioned earlier! They... they are demanding one trillion do

The warm touch on his shoulder and Lucas’s remarkably calm voice slowly collapsed the fortress of despair inside Goro's chest. The muscular fighter stared at the young man beside him, observing how Lucas’s eyes bore not a single shred of fear, but instead radiated an absolute confidence that served as an anchor amidst the storm."Very well, Young Master..." Goro whispered softly, his breathing gradually steadying even as the lingering trauma from that purple energy attack continued to torment his body.He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering what remained of his resolve and casting his doubts aside. Even though Lucas ranked far below him in the Black Dragon network's life-and-death arena, Goro chose to place his trust in him, remembering how Lucas had helped him bring down Martin with just a few words."Thank you... Thank you so much, Young Master," Goro said once more, his voice growing stronger, this time infused with the embers of a surging comeback.Meanwhile, the high-tech lux

Hearing the arrogant demand for medical fees once more, Lucas slowly shook his head. His expression remained composed, devoid of even a trace of panic in his eyes, despite his black ATM card now residing inside Kaelen’s robe pocket."There is none," Lucas said in a flat tone that bounced off the corridor walls of the hospital. "For that one trillion, I truly have no more money."Upon hearing that response, the veins on Kaelen’s temples instantly bulged. The arrogant smirk on his face twisted into an expression of intense malice and extreme irritation."No money?!" Kaelen barked, his voice piercingly high as it shattered the silence of the eighth floor. "Dammit! So you were really just playing games with me this whole time?! How dare you test the patience of the City Lord's right-hand man!"Kaelen glared sharply, looking down at Lucas and Goro—who was still slumped weakly on the floor—with deep disgust. He reached into his pocket, pulled out Lucas's black ATM card, and tossed it carele

Slammed against the invisible barrier of energy, Goro was forced to swallow his scream. The veins in his neck and arms bulged strainingly, holding back the wild instincts of a son desperate to protect his mother. Yet, the ice-cold gaze from Lucas and the oath he had just sworn forced him to stand frozen. He bit his lip until he tasted the metallic tang of blood, his eyes unblinking as he stared at the impossible sight unfolding before him—one that defied all human logic."Lucas... If you truly can cure my mother, I am more than willing to become your slaving dog..." he thought, closing his eyes tight.Meanwhile, inside the shield...The six remaining golden needles floated gracefully around Lucas’s body, radiating a golden glow that slowly warmed the freezing temperature of the ICU room. There were no incantations recited, nor medical tools touched. Lucas simply stood with the posture of a sorcerer—at least in the eyes of an ordinary human—for he could manifest and manipulate pure nee