2026-11-02 18:58:42"His name is Alex! Three years ago, he was a broke nobody who worked odd jobs.
Then he went to prison for rape! He is nothing but a dirty, disgraced ex-convict who probably stole that ring from an old man in jail!" A wave of loud gasps filled the room. The business leaders leaned forward, picking up the papers in shock. “Huuh” "A convict?!" "Is this true?" "How could a criminal hold the Phoenix Ring?!" Elder Richard’s face turned grim. He glared at Alex with pure fury. "Is this true, boy? Are you a criminal who tricked your way here?" Alex sat in his chair without moving an inch. His face remained calm; his dark eyes were on Marcus like he was watching a foolish child throw a tantrum. "Your information is fast, Marcus," Alex said smoothly. "But your brain is slow. Did your brother forget to tell you why his company went bankrupt in less than ten minutes?" Marcus laughed loudly. "That was just a temporary glitch! The Vance family has deep ties with the West Coast Alliance! As we speak, five major shipping fleets belonging to B Corporation are being blocked at the western harbor. By tomorrow morning, B Corporation will lose fifty million dollars!" Marcus stepped closer, pointing a finger directly at Alex’s face. "You think having a Black Gold Card makes you a king? Out here in the real world, logistics and power rule! Sign over the Phoenix Ring to the Vance family right now, or we will choke this city's economy until you are begging on your knees!" The room was tense enough to snap. Elder Richard and the other family heads looked between Alex and Marcus, completely torn. If the West Coast Alliance really blocked the shipping routes, Boston's economy would take a massive hit. Clara, who had just arrived at the ballroom entrance with COO Helen to report on B Corporation, turned pale upon hearing Marcus's threat. "Alex..." Clara whispered nervously from near the door. "He's telling the truth. Our ships are trapped at the harbor. If we can't move the cargo by midnight, we will break our international contracts!" Marcus smirked triumphantly, feeling like he had won the entire game. "See? Even President Clara knows it's over! Hand over the ring, convict!" Alex slowly leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands. A dark, amused smile appeared on his face. "Blocked the western harbor, you say?" Alex asked softly. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed a simple three-digit number; the phone was on speaker. The call connected on the first ring. A deep, rough voice echoed clearly through the phone’s speakers: "Chairman Sir! We are at your command. What are your orders?" The tone of absolute submission in that voice sent a sudden chill down Marcus's spine. Elder Richard’s eyes widened in realization. He recognized that voice—it belonged to Commander Drake, the supreme leader of the Northern Maritime Fleet, a military power that controlled every ocean trade route on the coast! "Commander Drake," Alex said calmly into the phone. "Some unidentified ships are blocking B Corporation's trade routes at the western harbor. They claim to belong to the West Coast Alliance." "What?!" Commander Drake roared through the speaker, "Those arrogant fools dare to block the Chairman's routes?! Give me three minutes, sir! I will send two battleships to seize their fleet and arrest every captain on board!" "Do it," Alex said, and hung up the phone. The entire ballroom went completely silent. Marcus stood frozen, his arrogant smile completely wiped from his face. "B-battleships?! You're bluffing! You can't command the Maritime Fleet!" Before Marcus could even finish his last sentence, his own phone rang. Marcus’s hands moved as he answered it. "H-hello?" "Sir, we're ruined!" his manager screamed in panic from the other end. "Two military warships just surrounded our harbor fleet! They're impounding all our cargo and seizing our assets! The West Coast Alliance just cut all ties with us to save themselves! We're finished!" The phone fell from Marcus's numb fingers, crashing onto the floor. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto his hands and knees right in front of Alex’s chair, breathing heavily in absolute terror. Alex slowly stood up, looking down at the broken man at his feet. He simply looked around the room at the terrified business leaders, his posture radiating with unquestionable authority. "Now," Alex said quietly, "Does anyone else want to ask where I got this ring?" Elder Richard immediately stood up, his face pale, and bowed his head down to his chest. "We bow to Chairman Alex! We are ready to follow your every command!" One by one, every wealthy family head in the room stood up and bowed deeply toward Alex. And the meeting was over, to be held another day. As Alex was moving out, he turned his glance toward the door, where Clara was watching him with deep admiration and relief. He gave her a small, reassuring nod. Then, Alex's phone buzzed again. He pulled it out and saw a new short text from the same private number: “Impounding the harbor was a good move, Chairman. But the true mastermind of the West Coast is coming to Boston tonight for the annual City Gala. He has already invited your ex-wife, Sophia, as his guest.” Alex stared at the screen, a cold, sharp smile touching his lips once more. "The City Gala?" Alex murmured to himself, "It seems the party is just getting started.” He then entered a car without a plate number parked in front of the Grand Hotel as the dark car pulled away from the Grand Hotel, moving quietly through the evening streets. Alex leaned back against the soft leather seat, looking out the window as the bright city lights of Boston flashed past. He pulled out his phone again and reread the message about the West Coast leader and Sophia. "Chairman sir," the driver said gently, looking at him in the mirror. "We have received the formal invitation to the City Gala tonight. Every rich family, politician, and business owner in Boston will be there. Should I prepare your suit?"
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Clara said softly, “Alex,” her voice cutting through the hum of the engine. “Oh no, come on. You don't have to carry the weight of the entire territory on your shoulders tonight; it's not right.” Alex didn't look at her immediately. His mind flashed back to the dark cell, remembering the freezing nights when he coughed up blood onto straw mats, wondering if Sophia was waiting for him. The sharp, bitter memory hit him like a physical blow. Alex muttered, “I don't have a choice, Clara. If I stop moving, even for a second, the past catches up to me. When I look in the mirror, I still see the prisoner uniform. I still hear Sophia laughing in that visitation room.” Clara’s heart ached for him. She reached out, placing her hand over his fingers on the gear shift. Clara said earnestly, her eyes locking onto his. “Sophia was a parasite who mistook your kindness for weakness, but you aren't that helpless man anymore, Alex. My struggle isn't much different... Ever since my father se
CHAPTER 10
Before Miller could finish his sentence, Alex moved. With a single fluid motion, he stepped past the walking stick, his hand moving like lightning. He grabbed Miller’s wrist and twisted it upward with a sharp crack. Miller shrieked in pain, his walking stick clattering onto the ground. Before Miller’s guards could even draw their hidden weapons, Alex swept his leg out, catching the front enforcer behind the knees and sending him crashing onto the floor. Alex stepped on Miller’s chest, pressing his shoe down firmly while his left hand rose into the air. The dark steel Phoenix Ring caught the bright overhead light, flashing with a sharp, terrifying glint. The entire squad of black-coated guards froze instantly. Their eyes widened in sheer disbelief as they stared at the ring on Alex’s finger. Even in the Capital, every elite warrior and underground boss knew the legend of that ring. It was the supreme symbol of absolute authority. Miller coughed beneath Alex’s foot, his fa
CHAPTER 9
Alex reached the first assassin instantly. He grabbed the man’s wrist with his right hand and twisted it backward with great force. At the same time, he drove his left elbow hard into the assassin’s neck!The first assassin choked and dropped his gun right into Alex’s open hand. Without stopping for a second, Alex turned the heavy gun around in his grip and smashed the hard metal handle straight into the temple of the second assassin!The second man collapsed onto the floor, knocked completely unconscious before he even knew what happened.The entire fight took less than four seconds.Alex stood tall in the doorway, holding the captured gun. His breathing was smooth and steady, with a dark expression. He reached down, grabbed the first assassin by his collar, and slammed him against the wall.He pressed the cold metal barrel of the gun right against the man’s jaw.And then Alex asked in a lower tone, “Who sent you?” The assassin coughed up blood onto his black mask.
CHAPTER 8
The phone dropped out of Master Vance's hand, hitting the floor with a loud thud.His face turned completely white, all the pride and confidence draining out of him in a single second. He stumbled backward, staring at Alex as if he were looking at a monster."You... who are you really?!" Master Vance stammered; his knees were shaking, and he collapsed onto the floor.Alex lowered his phone and looked down at Master Vance with complete indifference."I told you before," Alex said, "Power is not about boasting or showing off. It is about control."Two heavy security guards in black suits stepped forward, grabbed Master Vance by his arms, and dragged him away as he begged for mercy.The entire ballroom erupted into applause and respectful bows. Every single rich guest and business leader in the room bowed deeply toward Alex, recognizing him as the undisputed king of the city of Boston.Alex slowly turned his head and looked at Sophia.Sophia stood alone in the crowd, her face co
CHAPTER 7
Alex looked down at his simple, faded clothes. He said to the driver. "No need for anything too grand. Just a clean black suit will do, and I am not going there to show off. I am going there to finish things."Two hours later, the grand entrance of the Boston City Center was packed with people. Bright flashbulbs clicked rapidly as expensive cars dropped off rich guests on the long red carpet. Reporters shouted questions, trying to get photos of the most powerful people in the city.Inside the huge golden ballroom, music played softly while waiters walked around with trays of food and expensive drinks.Near the center of the room, Sophia was standing in a shiny blue dress, holding a glass of juice. Her face looked pale, but she was trying her best to stand tall and smile.Beside her stood a tall man in his late thirties with dark hair, sharp eyes, and a cold smile. He was Master Vance—the head of the main Vance family from the West Coast, and the uncle of William and Marcus. H
CHAPTER 6
"His name is Alex! Three years ago, he was a broke nobody who worked odd jobs. Then he went to prison for rape! He is nothing but a dirty, disgraced ex-convict who probably stole that ring from an old man in jail!"A wave of loud gasps filled the room. The business leaders leaned forward, picking up the papers in shock. “Huuh”"A convict?!""Is this true?""How could a criminal hold the Phoenix Ring?!"Elder Richard’s face turned grim. He glared at Alex with pure fury. "Is this true, boy? Are you a criminal who tricked your way here?"Alex sat in his chair without moving an inch. His face remained calm; his dark eyes were on Marcus like he was watching a foolish child throw a tantrum."Your information is fast, Marcus," Alex said smoothly. "But your brain is slow. Did your brother forget to tell you why his company went bankrupt in less than ten minutes?"Marcus laughed loudly. "That was just a temporary glitch! The Vance family has deep ties with the West Coast Alliance!
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