Logan dashed straight into the hall where Cyrus was and lowered his head respectfully. "It's been a while, grandpa.""It has, Master Pearce."The crowd reeled in realization. The family leader was addressing him as an outsider. Eren beamed. Magnolia's life and well-being? Who gave a shit! The real
It was also Zayn Snyder's home and HQ. Today, it was well-lit and packed with executives working in the Grand Chime Group. But members of the Synder family—making up the core of the business group—were hardly the only attendees. There were representatives from other elite families like the Cobels an
"Diamant's eating with the Chernuses' kid," Zavier Snyder replied."Summon him home right now. I have a bad feeling in my gut," Zayn said. "We may be leading this war, but we can't afford to be reckless."Suddenly, a man rushed into the room. "Sir? Our informant in Dagr has important information. Th
Jarvis sprang into action, responding to the call. "Leave this place immediately, young man, and perhaps I'll spare your life," he warned in a cold tone.Logan crossed his arms defiantly. "Oh, really? I might consider letting you die intact if you beg me for mercy."He continued walking toward his t
"Fine then! Have another!" Jarvis cackled, curling his fingers into claw-like shapes. Black smog consolidated around his hands, forming the figure of a tiger.A grim frown creased Logan's face. This shadowy silhouette of a tiger was more deadly than a real beast, despite originating from a cloud of
Jarvis' power level was clear. He was second only to Deus. Waves of black smog poured out of him and surged toward Logan like sharp blades. It was evident that Jarvis could have been incredibly powerful if not for a severe past injury. He could have easily reached the level between Special Grade and
"Do you think I'm lying? Fine, I'll let you in on a secret. My dad made a deal with the leaders of the Blood Fiends, all three of them! And then there's our butler, Jarvis Byron, who looks like a frail old man on his way to a funeral but can actually kill an assassin effortlessly! All four of them a
Sylvester breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his life had been spared. As he stood up, he noticed that his back was drenched in sweat."I never knew there was someone like you in the martial arts world," Sylvester murmured to himself as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Why do you hate the