That afternoon, at four o'clock, some 200 kilometers from the hustle of Ol' Mare, lay Amber's old stomping grounds—the Chesire family farm.It was a slice of rural life, tucked away in the boonies with craggy mountains for neighbors and a village that time forgot. The Chesires were the local success
In under three minutes, the factory echoed with the sound of boots on concrete. Seven or eight towering guards converged, each brandishing a rubber baton, their eyes locked on Alexander.Trailing them, a man in a suit rode up on an electric scooter, peering through the mangled gate at Alexander with
If this had been the same Alexander from earlier, Manager Jencks would not have given him a second thought. However, then, Alexander's words held a weight he could not ignore."Mister Jackman!"Manager Jencks fumbled for his cell phone, his voice quivering. "Trouble at the plant! Our waste disposal
"You're not going to die."Alexander looked down at Mister Jackman, who was sprawled on the ground, his cries of pain filling the air. He held back from further attacks.He ignored the four bodyguards and Asher nearby, his voice steady. "I've made it clear. Either make a sincere offer of compensatio
A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the New Chesire Group's burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol' Mare.A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a c
As the story unfolded, time marched relentlessly on.Outside Jackman's Pharma, Matthew lay in a pool of his own blood. The gashes from Alexander's lethal cash no longer bled, but his breaths were shallow and desperate.Nearby, one of his four bodyguards was down to his last breaths too, his head a g
'As good as dead'?The moment Alexander's challenge hit the air, Leandro laughed maniacally, wild and unrestrained.There he stood, the proud second son of the Jackman dynasty, not even thirty and already ranked eighty-third among the Chart of Fighters.Even the seasoned fighters of the northern realms felt small in his shadow. Since his youth, he had been the golden boy, one of the mightiest in his powerful clan.The Jackman family was a northern powerhouse thanks to bruisers like him and, of course, his own iron-fisted ways."It's been ages since anyone's had the guts to talk big in front of me!"Leandro's laughter faded, and he eyed Alexander with a sneer. "So, I hear you're the one who took down the Ellis family and brought the Hart dynasty to its knees?"Let me clue you in: Next to my Jackman family, those families are small fry, not even worth mentioning!"Think you can mess with the Ellis and Harts and then step to the Jackman family? You're dreaming! And it's not just you—even
When Alexander first said to Leandro that he was 'as good as dead', Leandro laughed it off.However, faced with those same words then, there was no more scoffing, only a chilling stiffness that seized his entire body."Polluting the land, bringing disaster to the Cheshire family's village—that's you