The assassins secretly trained by Jonathan were not domestic martial arts experts, but rather desperados recruited from the North. There were precisely eight of them, with some having even served as international mercenaries.Though their numbers were not plentiful, their strength was sufficient to
Show sincerity? Seek forgiveness?In front of the Walbeer family manor, Thorin knelt on the ground, listening to Frank's furious roar and the sound of the phone being hung up, feeling as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He turned deathly pale."J—Jonathan... You beast!" Thorin, usually as ste
A machine gun? How terrifying!Alexander remained expressionless, paying no attention to Tiego and the eight assassins. He calmly watched Jonathan and the machine gun in his hand, speaking softly, "Jonathan, as the young heir of a prestigious family, before doing anything, one should consider the po
Jonathan and the others from the Walbeer family were dumbfounded. It was not just them. It also included Darius and hundreds of miners from the Ninth Mining Zone. They all stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at Thorin kneeling on the ground.What on earth was happening?The head of the Walbeer famil
Bear the consequences alone?Jonathan's backbone is admirable, his courage commendable."The Walbeer family has ties to the Redwine family, and also to the Kane family."Alexander stood with hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the sobbing Jonathan, and spoke softly, "The Northwest is rich in min
About an hour and a half later, at Jonathan's private mansion in the western suburbs of Sullivan Town."Where are the people? Where is Vinicent? What are you doing?"At the entrance to the second-floor basement of the mansion, Jonathan, Thorin, and Horace looked into the empty basement with pale fac
The phone identification code, also known as the phone's serial number, was used to uniquely identify each phone, which was the equivalent of human identification.With the Temple of War's satellite surveillance system and the supreme authority Alexander possessed, it was quite possible to track Vin
Boom!On the suburban highway of Sullivan Town, Alexander followed the real-time positioning sent by Juno. His hands gripped the steering wheel as the Mercedes-Benz S-Class sped along, getting closer and closer to the abandoned gas station. He was about two kilometers from the target."Hm?"Alexande