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BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 383-BOOM!
Dixon’s attention wasn’t on the sounds coming from the concert itself. His gaze remained calm as he casually observed his surroundings. However, his ears twitched slightly—like a highly sensitive radar. "Hmm?" Dixon turned a corner and suddenly halted. He glanced at the door to the dressing room and smirked. He walked toward the switch room door and grabbed the handle. Without hesitation, he yanked it open. Dixon swiftly stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Immediately, he spotted two men standing inside. "Who’s this?" The two men were startled. They hadn’t expected someone to barge into the dressing room. But seeing that Dixon was alone, one of them continued what he was doing while the other approached Dixon. They couldn’t let anyone find out what they were up to. Moving swiftly, the man reached for Dixon’s throat. He assumed Dixon was just an electrician—nothing to be afraid of. Once he got rid of him, there would be no problem. But suddenly, a fierce
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 384-Another Song
Colorful smoke billowed into the sky, and Yuni felt as if she could see a fireball about to crash into the audience right in front of her. She could already picture the scene turning into complete chaos—people screaming, crying, and begging for help. The entire stadium would be filled with terrified wails! But none of what she imagined happened. Instead, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak with the release of the colorful smoke! "AHHHH!!!" Some fans even fainted from sheer excitement. "How is this happening?!" Yuni's expression changed drastically. "Why didn’t it happen?! That’s impossible!" She had given crystal-clear instructions and confirmed the timing of the attack. There was no way those two men would dare disobey her. The Obama family had invested a lot of money and effort into training them. Had something gone wrong? The thought crossed Yuni’s mind, but she quickly shook her head. "Hah, that’s impossible. Agnes is destined to fall tonight!" Maybe it just
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 385-What Happened??
The security guard at the entrance couldn't help but glance at her for the second time, and Yuni was so furious that she wanted to kill someone right now! "Agnes! I’ll make sure you pay for this! I want you dead!" Yuni screamed, her face turning pale. She immediately got into her car and drove back to the hotel. *** Lasso was giving instructions to his subordinates. "We have searched the entire Voroz City, and we did not find any grandmaster-level fighters here." The one speaking was Noval. Among Lasso's subordinates, he was the most skilled. It was said that he would most likely reach the grandmaster level before the age of fifty. "Could he be hiding, and you just couldn’t find him?" Lasso was cautious. After the Laon family unexpectedly managed to eliminate the Romma and Allan families, it caused an uproar and made various powerful families in the north extremely wary. Apparently, some truly powerful families had also sent people to Voroz City to investigate. "Th
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 386-Cheers!
Lasso glanced at Noval, signaling him to leave the room. Then, he stood up and rushed to help Yuni sit down, bringing her a pair of hotel slippers. "What happened? How did you end up like this? Where are my two men?" Yuni was furious. "You said they were reliable and that nothing would go wrong if I handed this thing over to them. But in the end?" "Useless! They're all useless trash!" Yuni was on the verge of tears. On top of that, she had stumbled and lost her shoe. It was a pair of limited-edition high heels! "Once they return, I’ll make sure they learn their lesson!" Lasso quickly comforted her. "Don’t cry, don’t cry." "Your wife was harassed, and all you’re telling me is not to cry? Why don’t you just avenge me?!" Yuni began crying even harder. "Are you saying you’d only do something if your wife died because of this?!" "What happened? Tell me exactly what happened, and I’ll take revenge for you," Lasso said immediately. Yuni told Lasso what she had intended to do,
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 387-There Were No Weaklings by Dixon’s Side!
Dixon answered the phone call. "Okay." Dixon remained calm as he listened to the other party, with no trace of worry in his voice. Dixon narrowed his eyes. "No need to look for them. Let them come knocking on our door. We'll have a surprise waiting for them." "Cheers!" There were cheers and laughter all around the celebration party. Diana quietly drank two more glasses of alcohol, her face growing redder. When she saw Dixon walking over, she quickly put her glass down like a little girl who had been caught doing something wrong. She stood straight with her hands behind her back, pretending as if nothing had happened. "Diana didn’t drink any alcohol, I can vouch for her," Agnes said, her own face slightly flushed. "I believe you," Dixon glanced at Diana with a helpless look. Her eyes were already slightly unfocused. "I’m sure both of you are lying to me." Dixon reached for Diana’s hand, and she just laughed. "It’s getting late, and I need to take Diana back to rest. Keep celebr
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 388-Dixon's Voice
Dixon then stood up. He had no intention of getting involved in this matter. He didn’t plan to stay long in the illegal circles of Voroz City. He needed the Laon family to take control of the area themselves. They couldn’t keep making him worry about everything. Mona walked out with Dixon. Clay walked over to Gobu and clasped his hands together. “Gobu, please take good care of us!” A gentle night breeze blew through the doorway. Mona’s long dress fluttered in the wind, and a conflicted look appeared in her eyes as she gazed at Dixon. “Thank you,” Mona said. “I won’t let you down, Dixon.” Dixon nodded without saying a word. He got into his car and drove off. Diana was alone at the hotel. Even though he had left men behind to protect her, Dixon was still worried. Meanwhile, at the hotel, Diana kicked off the blanket. She felt warm after drinking and mumbled, “Hubby...? I’m thirsty.” When no one responded, Diana opened her eyes, rubbed them, and looked around. There was no sign o
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 389-To Reddof
Jack turned around, and his expression was full of helplessness. There was also a trace of nervousness and alertness on his face. Dixon’s gaze frightened him, so he didn’t dare call him “Young Master.” “Jack, it’s been a long time,” Dixon said. Diana heard Dixon’s voice, but she still cautiously peeked through the peephole and only dared to open the door once she saw that Dixon was indeed standing outside. “Dixon!” Diana immediately hid behind him and looked at Jack warily. “He said he’s your friend.” “You scared her,” Dixon said softly. “I’m sorry,” Jack bowed and looked at Diana with an apologetic gaze. “Miss Diana Hamilton, I sincerely apologize for disturbing and frightening you. I’m truly sorry.” “Really?” Dixon spoke up before Diana could. His tone was as cold as water in the middle of winter. Even Jack, a highly skilled fighter, could feel the chill. Dixon was radiating killing intent! “Looks like I’m going to die here tonight,” Jack thought to himself. If Dix
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 390-Tomorrow Night...
Jack felt like his heart was about to leap out of his mouth. “Dixon will be staying in Voroz for a few more days, so don’t worry—he won’t be back in time to kill me,” Abraham continued. He then ignored Jack and got into the car, prompting Jack to quickly follow after him. At the same time... Dixon stood silently on the balcony, watching Abraham get into the car. His gaze was icy cold. His mind drifted to the moment fifteen years ago when he and his mother were thrown out of the Edric family’s home with nowhere to go... Dixon gripped the balcony railing so tightly that a cracking sound could be heard—it was on the verge of breaking under the pressure. He knew his father hadn’t been the one who wanted to cast them out. Back then, Abraham had no power to make any decisions. But still—why hadn’t he at least fought for them? Dixon couldn’t bring himself to forgive his father. “My husband?” Diana stood in the living room, watching Dixon standing still on the balcony. “The
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454-Dixon Asked
Everyone knew the kind of background Toma had. He had strong connections in both legal and illegal circles. He also knew someone from Reddof, which was his greatest pillar of support. Even the big shots in the area treated him with respect because of that connection. "Who are you?!" Toma shouted. "My name is Dixon." Dixon pointed at the phone on the table. "Go ahead and make all the calls you want." Dixon? He had never heard that name before. Where did this young man come from? “HAHAHA!” Toma laughed coldly and nodded. "Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll make sure you know exactly when that happens! I’ll teach you how to spell D-E-A-T-H!" He grabbed his phone and called a local big shot in the legal world. He didn’t even need to play his trump card to deal with a young punk like Dixon. The call connected. Toma looked at Dixon and deliberately spoke in an arrogant tone, “Are you busy? I’ve got a little problem here—take care of it for me, will you? Just a cocky brat, name’s Dixon
453-Then, Call Him
Gobu stood up and slapped him so hard that his face was covered in blood. "Do you think an apology is useful? If we hadn’t come here today, would you be kneeling right now?" Gobu and the others had once belonged to the underground world themselves. They knew far better than all the useless people standing in front of them. Gobu grew even angrier and wished he could strangle the man in front of him. He didn't hold back—grabbing Togaz by the collar and slapping him several more times. "They're Fofo's parents, so that makes them like my parents too! And because you dared to bully them, that’s even worse than bullying me!" Gobu shouted. He kicked Togaz hard in the chest, and his ribs snapped instantly with a loud crack. Togaz howled and curled up on the ground. But Gobu was still furious, and he raised his fist to punch him. If that punch landed, Togaz’s skull would likely burst open. Only the wind howled as Gobu’s fist passed by the man’s face—yet it was enough to terrify him to t
452-Please...Forgive Me...
"Toma is really powerful! I heard he has many good connections, both in the legal and illegal world!" Someone looked anxious and said to Dixon, “You’d better not cause trouble and leave this place quickly. They might not touch us, but you… you're outsiders.” Dixon showed no expression. Fofo was already dead. If he couldn’t protect Fofo’s parents, he would truly be letting Fofo down. Before Dixon could respond, a terrible noise came from outside the house—it was the sound of bulldozers! The neighbors’ expressions changed drastically upon hearing it. They immediately ran outside and saw several bulldozers approaching, ready to tear down their homes. Everyone was furious. “Stop! Stop!” several people shouted. But the bulldozers kept moving forward. “Keep going! If there’s a problem, I’ll take full responsibility!” Togaz shouted with a sinister laugh. This was what he had wanted all along. Once the houses were gone, what choices would the villagers have left? Togaz looked di
451-The Situation...
Meanwhile, at the AHA Group real estate company office... In a luxurious high-rise office spanning over 2,000 square feet, complete with an indoor hot spring bath, a bald man was soaking in the tub, surrounded by a laughing woman. "Once I secure this project, the profits could reach billions of dollars!" Toma boasted arrogantly. "Darling, do you have any idea how big Amabon village is?" "I don’t know, I just know you’re really big," the woman replied flirtatiously, her hand reaching for his crotch. Toma quickly stopped her. "That’s enough. I need to rest. I’m getting old." "Mr. Toma," the woman said, "that land really is valuable. I’ve seen it myself—beautiful scenery and fresh air. If it’s developed, it’ll definitely make money. But the villagers seem unwilling to move, don’t they?" Toma sneered. "I’ve been more than generous with them and offered a fair price. Back then, they couldn’t even get a single cent. I will get that land, no matter what it takes." To him, if th
450-Tell Your Boss...
Gobu saw those evil men confronting Fofo’s parents and instantly flew into a rage. He handed the urn filled with ashes to Dixon and charged forward like a raging tiger. The murderous intent in his eyes was boiling. "Who are yo—AHH!!" The leader of the group was sent flying before he could even finish his sentence. His jaw was dislocated, and he crashed to the ground, howling in pain as blood gushed from his mouth. "Ahhh..." "How dare you! Kill him!" The underlings were furious. No one had ever dared to strike them before. Seeing Gobu making a move, they grabbed their iron rods from the ground and rushed at him without holding back. But all the iron rods fell with a loud clang, and Gobu didn’t even bother dodging. He simply raised his arms and blocked every strike with ease. One of the men gripping a rod felt his heart tremble. When he looked into Gobu’s deadly eyes, terror immediately overtook him. Gobu didn’t even bother speaking—he sent the man flying with a single
449-Say That Again, I Dare You!
"Once you're done drying the pumpkin slices, send some to Fofo—he's always loved eating them." Mrs. Hana sat on the chair. There was a smile on her face, though she looked sad. "Fofo hasn’t come home in a long time. Have you asked him when he’ll be back?" "He’s busy with work and might not be able to leave. He’ll come home when he has time. Why do you keep asking?" Fofo's father, Panto, gave only a vague reply and didn’t want to explain further. Fofo hadn’t called in over a month. Some villagers said that their son might’ve been arrested, but Panto didn’t believe them. Even if his son wasn’t well-educated or capable of much, he was a good boy who would never harm anyone! "Busy with work?" a voice suddenly rang out. "Panto, stop lying to your wife. Everyone in the village knows your son got involved with those gangsters who have no regard for human life!" "What are you talking about?!" Panto shouted angrily as he turned toward the man walking up to him. "My son would never
448-Dixon Sent The Ashes...
In the rural northern region, within a quiet bamboo forest, a man stood behind the curtain of a small tea pavilion inside a peaceful courtyard. He appeared to be blending tea with a distinct aroma. “My Lord, we’ve lost contact with both of them. I fear they may be dead.” “Did they send any word?” “No, not a single message. Perhaps they’re delayed, or... they failed to find anything.” “Ck, idiots!” The voice of the man behind the curtain turned cold. “Did they really think killing the Mopp family’s daughter was a solution? How foolish! This is not the time to alert powerful families!” The man kneeling outside didn’t dare to speak. His lord had clearly said they could use any method necessary. They were only expected to produce results, no matter how. But obviously, killing Beatrice was never part of the Lord’s plan. Even if they survived, they would still be executed upon their return. “I just received word that the man from Reddof didn’t come from the north, and he’s not
447-Battle of 2 Business Women
At the Same Time Beatrice had personally declared that Mopp Group’s next major mission was to strike against Hamilton Group! The battle was inevitable. Everything exploded like wildfire! Mopp Group was a giant—no one could rival them. Let alone a newcomer like Hamilton Group, which had only existed for a year—even well-established corporations that had stood for decades bowed before Mopp Group. As soon as the news spread, it wasn’t just Reddof that was shaken—the entire nation was stunned. No one had expected Mopp Group to take such interest in Hamilton Group. It was like an elephant publicly declaring its intent to crush an ant—yet with overwhelming force and attention. Mopp Group even announced that destroying Hamilton Group was now their top priority! Hamilton Group’s path to the North was instantly cut off. In an instant, the business landscape was transformed. Some said Mopp Group was wasting a cannon to kill a mosquito—that Hamilton Group wasn’t worthy of being m
446-I'll Do My Best
Meanwhile Beatrice had returned to Mopp Group and spent a full hour in her office. She stood in front of the glass wall with an expression completely different from the heartbroken girl she had been earlier. She no longer looked like a girl who had narrowly escaped death, shaken to the point of tears. Her gaze was sharp, and her face was emotionless. Beatrice took a deep breath and clenched her fists tightly. Without delay, she summoned all the department directors to her office. "Miss Beatrice!" The directors were nervous—Beatrice was known for her fierce personality. The female secretary she had fired just the day before had served her for years, yet was dismissed over a single wrong word. Beatrice hadn’t given her a second chance. Working under Beatrice was not easy. "From this moment on, Mopp Group has only one target for growth," Beatrice said, her eyes piercing through the directors. "We're going after Hamilton Group in Reddof. I won’t give them a single chance t
