All Chapters of Last Man Standing: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

"Got it!" Yoel nodded and said confidently, "Sir, you want me to step in, I'm on it!"He had known about Howard's call to station the Blood Shadow Force in the Eastern defense zone for a three-month stretch well in advance.To him, the task at hand was not the important part. What mattered was being there for the boss.Howard had laid out his plans, and Yoel was ready to go all in."Right," Howard said, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "We can't let the Eastern District go on like this. If we do, we're just asking for more trouble.""I'm with you," Yoel replied with a firm nod. "I'll follow your lead, Sir.""Sir, what's Ezra asking Mr. Louis about?" Dragon chimed in."Dragon, haven't you heard?" said The Judge, cracking a smile. "Mr. Louis is moving up in the world!""What's that supposed to mean?" Dragon asked with a hint of surprise in his voice."The brass is thinking of putting Mr. Louis in charge of the Eastern District!" said The Judge, smiling wider."For real!?

Those so-called noble families.They had lineages stretching back centuries, even millennia.Nonetheless, even the 'terrestrial titles' ranked families were a cut above someone's garden-variety rich and influential clans.In Mareno City, the Sabine family's power was unmatched. Even if someone lumped together the four top families, including the Browns, they would not have held a candle to the Sabines.In fact, those four families were pretty much the Sabines' underlings from the get-go.No one could argue that the noble families did not do their bit for Rackaham over the years. However, they had lost their way and got too big for their britches, thinking they were above everyone else. They only took and never gave, sucking the life out of the land without batting an eye.The worst part? Some of them were double-dealers, cozying up to enemies and betraying their own country—absolute scoundrels. Sure, not every one of the 11 noble families was rotten, but at least half of them wer

The following morning, Howard gave Kenny his approval to move forward with their plan.Kenny wasted no time and got straight to work.Time zipped by, and before they knew it, three days had gone by."Dad, Mr. Louis is snoozing over there again!"It was about five in the afternoon when Howard and Mystical Chubby were on their way to pick up Riley from school. As they neared the villa, Riley pointed out Yoel, dozing off in the same gazebo as before.Ever since Yoel was tapped to be the Eastern District marshal, Mystical Chubby had taken on the role of Howard's chauffeur. He was having the time of his life, delighting in every playful moment with Riley.Mystical Chubby chuckled. "Riley, Mr. Louis is honing his craft!""Honing his craft? What kind of craft? I want to learn too!" Riley's big eyes sparkled with curiosity."You want to learn? How about I teach you some other time?" Mystical Chubby offered with a grin."No way!" Riley shook her head emphatically. "You don't even know

"Thanks, Mystical Chubby, but we'll pass for now. Maybe another time," Nance replied, her mouth twitching in a forced smile."Come on, my skincare is top-notch, you..." Mystical Chubby tried again."Mystical Chubby, why don't you head over to the food section and wait for us there?" Howard suggested, barely concealing his irritation.That guy always stops dead in his tracks at the sight of a pretty face!"Fine!" Mystical Chubby sulked and turned toward the buffet."Nance, this place is packed. And they're not all from our company, are they?" Talia inquired, puzzled."Take a closer look, Ms. Jenkins. Besides our own people, there are a few faces you might recognize," Yancy hinted."What do you mean?" Talia asked, scanning the crowd.Her eyes widened in surprise. "What's the Mendorra Rackaham investment team doing here?"Having worked closely with Mendorra as the marketing director for Swanson Group, she was well-acquainted with them."Ms. Jenkins, we're just as clueless. It's

"Going to crawl over here and say you're sorry?" Mystical Chubby said, eyeing Montez as he licked the last crumbs from his fingers."You... Have you any idea who my uncle is? I promise you, you're not leaving here on your own two feet today!" Montez spat back, his pride wounded but not his resolve.He had a sneaking suspicion that Mystical Chubby's abilities surpassed those of a martial general, but he had his own ace up his sleeve. He was not intimidated by some martial general wannabe."Oh, you have a powerful uncle, do you? Well, enlighten me. Maybe your story will scare me," Mystical Chubby taunted with a smirk."My uncle is the district governor for the Special Patrol's Eastern District!" he proclaimed, scrambling to his feet and snatching a pile of napkins to dab away the blood on his forehead.His voice hardened as he continued, "Just because you've got a smattering of martial arts moves, don't get cocky thinking you're top dog. My uncle could squash you like a bug without