“What the fuck? How dare you kick me!? You hit a woman?! What kind of shitty man hits a woman?!” Despite her heavily injured face, the woman continued to shout at Kaze. “I don’t care if you are a guy or a woman. Talk shit, get hit! That’s it!” Kaze said with a grunt. He could no longer tolerate the woman’s terrible attitude. “Y-You, just you wait!” The woman sat up on the floor and then shouted at his colleague, who was stunned, “Why are you standing there? Call help! I’ll get this son of a bitch today!” “O-Oh!!” The guy then quickly ran into the funeral home’s office. A while later, a group of ferocious-looking men came out and surrounded Kaze and company. The leader was a middle-aged man named Mr. Sapproni, the person in charge of the funeral home. Mr. Sapproni glanced at the woman on the floor and his expression turned grim. He signaled his men to help her up. “Which bastard hit one of us?” Mr. Sapproni shouted at Kaze and company. “Mr. Sapproni, it's this fu
Some people were forced to bow down to life. However, in the face of danger, these very people would step up in a heartbeat to protect others. Kaze was touched when his godfather stood in front of him, trying to protect him. Other than Darcy and his brothers and sisters back at the God of War Palace, he found another person who would stand up for him. Thump! A heavy thump brought Kaze back from his absent-minded state. When he regained consciousness and saw what happened, he was burning with anger.Camry was already on the floor, screaming in pain as he held his arm tightly. He was still trying to urge Kaze to run despite being hurt. “You piece of old shit! Get out of the way!” one of the men shouted at Camry as he raised the baseball bat for a second swing. He hit Camry in the arm with the baseball bat. Before his second swing could touch Camry, a strong gale blew in his face. Bang! Before he could react, he was sent flying away. He crashed on the floor furt
They charged an exorbitant price to cremate the body or purchase a burial plot for the dead. The price was so ridiculous that the people of Lilyrose had been complaining for many years. An incident that shook the entire city happened a few years ago. Someone passed away and his family could not afford the astronomical figure for cremation, but they dared not reject Lightning Tiger’s men openly. Therefore, they contacted a hearse in the middle of the night, hoping to carry the body to another city for cremation. Unfortunately, before the hearse could drive out of the city, Lightning Tiger’s men stopped them. The family suffered the consequences and it made headlines for days. However, there were no definite results. “Two years ago, Lighting Tiger ordered us to scatter James White’s ashes, leaving only the empty urn. It’s not us! We were just doing as we were told!” Mr. Sapproni begged. “If you think you are innocent, let me ask you this, have you taken any money that L
Soon, Reeve arrived at an expensive mansion on the outskirts of the city. Based on the information provided by the chief commander’s office, this would be the Tiger’s den. Inside one of the buildings, a buffed and tall middle-aged man sat on a chair covered with a tiger's pelt, crossing his legs as he smoked a cigar. The tiger’s pelt was an authentic one. The ferocious-looking tiger’s head was hanging above the man. Its vicious gaze looked like it was choosing its prey. It also granted the man a mighty and ferocious aura. The man there was the one who monopolized the entire funeral industry of Lilyrose—Lightning Tiger. Among all the gangster bosses in the underworld, Lightning Tiger was a strange one because he made money out of the dead. He was one of the most notorious figures and most of the mob bosses disliked him. His influence in the funeral industry fueled his arrogance. He looked down on those who refused to deal with him and he rarely participated in any ot
“Captain Carter, please! Help me! I’ll give you all my money if you can just help me!” Lightning Tiger knelt on the floor, begging. His men were also on their knees, shaking as they had messed with someone they could not afford to—the God of War. Lightning Tiger had scattered the ashes of the God of War's good friend! He was bold enough to disregard the other gangster bosses in the underworld, even Alan Cummingham and Cronus could not threaten him. He had always maintained minimal respect for them but never allowed them to trespass into his territory and seize his business. However, when he realized what he had done, he felt chills running down his spine—an unprecedented fear! He messed with the youngest God of War in the country’s history! One word from the man himself would get Tiger and his men executed on the spot! Reeve was unfazed no matter how Lightning Tiger begged. He said coldly, “This is a direct order from the God of War. No one is allowed to alter or diso
“A guy in uniform and you think he’s from the chief commander’s office? I can give you and your men a uniform each, does that make you soldiers?” Frank laughed so hard that he teared up. After he wiped off his tears, he scoffed, “Tiger, you are really a fool. It’s just a little trick and it scares your soul out. Do you know who that man is? He’s the stupid son-in-law of the Quint family.” “It’s him?” Lightning Tiger was surprised. “I have a picture of him. You can verify it if you want.” Frank sent Lightning Tiger a picture of Kaze. Lightning Tiger then verified it with the workers at the funeral home. A while later, he got a reply. They were the same person! “Fuck! He tricked me!” Lightning Tiger was furious. Frank grinned and said, “So, are you still going to him and kneel?” “Kneel his ass! I am Lightning Tiger, why would I kneel to a useless piece of shit!” He almost became the laughingstock if he actually knelt before the useless son-in-law of a second-tier
“G-Grim Reaper?!” Lightning Tiger was surprised to see the man. Chills ran down his spine instantly. Jeremiah Reaper, the man who killed Gabriel Black, Cronus’ strongest fighter. Lightning Tiger was horrified. His legs turned weak and he almost fell on his knees. Jeremiah extended his broken sword to Lightning Tiger’s neck and lifted his chin. It was just the tip yet it managed to stop Lightning Tiger from kneeling. “Don’t kneel here. Go kneel at the hospital. You still have half an hour left.” Then, Jeremiah left. “I thought Frank said that guy is just some useless shit? But the Grim Reaper is here to deliver his message?!” Lightning Tiger was confused. “Boss, you still have half an hour left.” It was his man’s reminder that brought him back from his shock. “Quick! I have to go to the hospital now!” Lightning Tiger darted out of his office and drove to the hospital like a madman. He managed to reach the hospital within the time limit. “Huh! Huh! M-Master
Lighting Tiger was shocked by Kaze’s words. “But the Chapmans would never agree.” The Chapman family had more than a hundred people living in Jade Estate, yet someone they hated wanted to erect a cenotaph next to where they lived. They would never allow it. “Then make the Chapman family move. Since the Jade Estate is ready, I just need to prepare my brother’s cenotaph, and no need to waste time building another tomb for him.” James’ death anniversary was around the corner. Lightning Tiger was completely stunned by Kaze’s self-righteousness. He did not expect Kaze to be this tyrannical. Kaze planned to move the Chapmans away from the estate that they had been living in for generations so that he could use the place to erect James’ cenotaph. It would be a huge humiliation to the Chapman family! Kaze then glanced at him and said, “Bring some people over there to inspect the place and deliver my message to the top three families…” …Belarus, Edward, and Flint, the he
“Huh?” Jiro frowned but then quickly smiled. He took the glass of whiskey from Cyan and said, “I’m always happy to give a beautiful woman some space.” Cyan breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around to face Kaze with a different look and said, “Kaze, what have you done? “Can you stop causing trouble? Stop bragging and stop with your nonsense! This is no time for that! Kneel before Mr. Sakamoto and ask for forgiveness! If he’s happy, your punishment might be lighter!” The look on her face screamed resentment for Kaze. “Now! If you waste this chance, I won’t care about your life and death anymore!” She did not want to get involved in his nonsense. Yet she was the one who organized the gathering and if something happened to Kaze, injured or dead, her father would scold her to death. It explained why she steeled herself up and tried to save Kaze, or so she assumed she was saving him.Kaze said, “Cyan, you should worry about yourself first. And, if you don’t want to be thei
Kaze was quiet during the entire confrontation, so no one noticed him until now. Wesley and the others finally thought of him. Kaze did not kneel! Wesley and the others were aggrieved. Kaze remained seated as he said, “Why should I kneel?” “You think you don’t need to kneel because you knocked out one of my men?” Jiro narrowed his eyes and said, “Only Brother Draig doesn’t need to kneel here. All the other men have no right to speak to me on their feet! It’s decided by strength!” He spoke in a deep and intimidating voice, expressing his displeasure. Everyone sensed the anger in his tone. With his intimidating presence, he would not allow an unruly person to disrupt the situation he had under control. He deliberately held back from the first strike because he wanted the overwhelming presence that he had created to force Kaze down on his knees. Such a way that targeted one’s mentality was smarter and more effective. “Kaze, you idiot! Why aren’t you down on your kn
“Go, open another bottle of wine.” Jiro tapped Cyan’s face, causing her cheeks to turn pale. She turned to Draig with begging eyes. Draig said, “Brother Jiro, Cyan is my friend…” “Is she your woman?” Jiro interrupted him once more. Draig was taken aback by the question. He had an instinctive glance at Snow and shook his head. “No.” Jiro did not even look at him. He pointed at Cyan and said, “Go. Open a bottle of wine and wait for me. I like an obedient woman. I don’t like to be rough on a woman.” Cyan was horrified. She teared up as she reluctantly went off to get the bottle of wine. Jiro and the men behind him then hopped onto the couch, taking up the places that belonged to Wesley and his friends. They were ungentlemanly. The moment they sat down, they grabbed the pretty girls into their arms and molested them, treating them like mere playthings for pleasure. The ladies lost their smiles and looked horrified. They tried to break free but no matter how hard the
The arrogance that Draig brought back to Arcadia had finally been blunted. He nodded and said, “I’m Draig Tenby, the heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists from Uleania. You are?” The Tenby family was the creator of the well-known Tenby Eight Extreme Fists technique. His father practiced the set of fists since he was young and his grandfather was publicly known as the grandmaster of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard
Jiro pointed at the corner, indicating that the men could kneel there. His men behind him laughed in agreement. They then started to scrutinize the women as if they were picking one for themselves. The way they browsed through the women as if they were products left the women feeling sick and disgusted. Cyan’s face paled. She tried to shake off Jiro’s hand but could not even break free. She turned to Draig with eyes begging for help. “Let go of her!” Draig stepped up and stared down at Jiro. Jiro glanced at Draig and then raised his brows. He curled his lips up and said, “Hmph. And here I thought I found someone that I like.” “I said, let go of her!” Draig said, stepping closer to Jiro. Jiro tightened his clutch over Cyan’s jaw, making her tear up. He chuckled and said, “Beat me and I’ll let her go.” “You bastard!” Draig cursed. Cyan did everything she could to set him up with Snow, but he had to return the favor. Even though Draig feared Jiro, he steeled himsel
Everyone on the couch gasped in shock. A moment ago, the influencers, who were giggling and chuckling, waiting for Wesley to show off his strength, instinctively shrank in fear. “How dare you beat Wesley! You guys are asking for it!” Wesley’s followers failed to realize the severity of the situation. They bolted up, grabbed the nearest beer bottles, and jumped at the enemies. Jiro raised his hand to signal his men, indicating he would handle this challenge himself. Then, he stepped forward. Punches and kicks were dished out in a flurry. In less than thirty seconds, Wesley’s men were all beaten up to the ground, twirling around in painful groans. Like Wesley, they, too, suffered broken arms and legs. Everyone thought Wesley would be able to teach the Ryokanians another lesson they could not forget but it turned out the other way around. Other than Kaze and a few more, most of them on the couch were horrified. Cyan instinctively glanced at Kaze. She started to regret
Kaze frowned. He tapped on Snow’s shoulder, gesturing to her to sit down as they could no longer walk away. Since they were not part of this, Kaze wanted to leave the matter to Wesley and let them deal with it. The men were not towering but all of them were buff and bulky. Their muscles were obvious even through their uniforms. Their necks had the same tattoo of a sword, amplifying their ferocity. One of the men's heads was bleeding. He was the Ryokanian whom Wesley had hit with a bottle of beer. Wesley wiped the beer and snacks off himself and then shouted at the men, “Who the fuck are you pieces of shit? Do you know who the hell am I? How dare you hit my friend with the bottle?!” The leader of the Ryokanians was a young man in a black karate uniform. He was around 180 cm tall, which was considered tall among Ryokanians. He had a buzz cut that amplified his stern and stoic expression; his presence felt sharp and strong. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he loo
Kaze turned a blind eye to those who looked down on him. He smiled it off and said, “I don’t care whatever you guys want to say. I know if I am a coward or not. I am just giving you a friendly reminder. “Or else, when shit hits the fan, I don’t think everyone can be safe. Whether you want to take my advice or not, it’s up to you. As for Cyan…” He looked at Cyan with a serious look and continued, “If you don’t want this gathering to be ruined, you can consider what I just said.” Although he knew Cyan disliked him and would never take his words seriously, for the sake of Lock, he gave a piece of advice and did what he could. “Hmph!” Cyan scoffed. She remained seated with the glass of wine in her hand, looking at Kaze condescendingly. With a disappointed look, she said, “Don’t even talk to me. Since when were we that close? Wesley said what needed to be said. You are afraid of the Ryokanians, so be it. Don’t drag us down with you. You really think everyone is as cowardly as yo
No one knew what Wesley had gone through. Even Kaze felt that the useless coward was surprisingly brave. Therefore, he spoke up to give a piece of friendly advice, “Wesley, the Ryokanian wore the uniform of the Refined Blade and there’s an apprentice badge on him. I think he has some background. “If everyone wants to have a fun and peaceful night, you should consider changing the venue, or else trouble will come knocking.” Kaze thrashed Bronze Sparrow himself, so he knew the Ryokanians’ status in the establishment. When Zoro was still in charge of the place, the Ryokanians were basically the kings. Other than teasing the ladies, they could bring back whoever they were fond of and Bronze Sparrow could not do anything about it. After Miru took over, the Ryokanians no longer possessed the privilege. However, since Miru wanted to expand her business in Riverbank, she did not make enemies with the Ryokanians, so they were still welcome in the establishment. As long as they