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Kenny's face darkened as soon as he heard Elon's words. "Elon, that little punk almost killed Michael. How can you even think about making him your lackey? You should be avenging Michael!" Elon shrugged, completely unfazed. "Let's be honest, Dad. You know what kind of person Michael is. He's a spoiled brat who only gets away with things because of you and Sherilyn's favoritism. "If it weren't for that, would he dare cause so much trouble outside? Honestly, I'm annoyed that I had to come all the way to this backwater town because of him. Once this is over, I'm going to give him a good talking-to." Kenny was speechless. His son-in-law was openly insulting his own family right in front of him. Normally, Kenny would have lost his temper, but Elon was the eldest son of the Golding family. So, Kenny had to tread carefully around him, never daring to act superior. "Elon, are you sure about keeping Francesca in that location you mentioned? I'm a bit worried someone might try to rescue
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"So, Mr. Warren, why don't you turn around and head back where you came from?" Elon said dismissively. Donald chuckled inwardly, mocking, 'If it weren't for your family name, you'd be nothing. You're playing with fire going up against Mr. Lloyd. You'll end up just like Winston.' Nonetheless, he kept his tone polite. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Golding. A small-town police commissioner like me is hardly worth your attention. I'm just a nobody, right?" He paused, then added, "But if you could just tell me where Ms. Aicker is being held, I can bring Mr. Thatcher into this to handle the matter properly." Elon's expression darkened. "Are you threatening me with Mark? Get out of here. I don't know anything about this Francesca person. You're wasting your time." Donald kept his smile plastered on his face. "If you insist, Mr. Golding, then my team and I will have to conduct a search. If we find any evidence, I'm afraid we'll have to hold you accountable." Kenny waved his hand im
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Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. "Wait! Be careful—it could be a trap!" Kenny froze, confused. "A trap? What do you mean?" Elon glared at Andrew, his voice dripping with disdain. "This little punk is clever, I'll give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me." He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force. At the same time, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. "Better safe than sorry, Dad. Andrew's backed into a corner now. He's desperate and might do something crazy. "He probably told you Michael's in there, but it's more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you." Elon's confident explanation left Kenny stunned. "Elon, you're always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bast
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Andrew simply stared at him, his expression unchanging. "Is there another fatty around here that I'm missing?" Elon's face twisted into a vicious grin, his laughter growing louder and more menacing. "You've got some nerve, kid, talking to me like that. Fine, I'll give you one chance. Listen carefully." He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. "I am Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale. Remember that." After his grand speech, Elon paused, looking down at Andrew with disdain, expecting him to be awestruck and drop to his knees in submission. Instead, Andrew responded with one word, "Idiot." Kenny exploded in rage. "Elon, do you see now? This little punk won't learn until he's crushed. Just take him out already!" Elon was seething. He had just announced his prestigious background, and this nobody, Andrew, had the audacity to call him an idiot. It was clear—Andrew was asking for death. "Kill him!" Elon barked, steppin
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Elon had expected his status as the eldest son of the Golding family to make Andrew bow down in submission. Yet, Andrew did not give him the time of day. Instead, he showed up alone with Michael, ready to negotiate. Despite facing over a hundred elite bodyguards from the Golding family, Andrew showed no fear. In fact, he took Michael hostage right under their noses. Elon, representing the Golding family, had seen his fair share of challenges over the years. But this level of disrespect was a first. It ignited a deep, cruel rage within him. How dare this nobody, this insignificant ant, challenge someone from one of the Five Apex Families? Andrew had to be crushed. Kenny glared at the knife in Andrew's hand, sneering. "You didn't expect this, did you? You thought you were the only one with leverage? Well, guess what? We've got your woman. Bet you didn't see that coming!" Andrew smirked, his tone calm. "I knew you had Fran the moment she was taken. That's why I sent Mr. Warren
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The crowd surged in, filling the Royal Suite of the Jayrodale Grand Hotel with an overwhelming presence. The hotel manager, his face pale, rushed forward and barked, "Dylan, Natasha, what the hell are you doing with all these people? Get out! The Royal Suite is booked for an important guest today. You're not welcome!" Dylan did not hesitate and immediately kicked the manager, sending him sprawling to the floor. "Shut up, or I'll end you right here." His calm, icy tone was enough to make the manager nearly wet himself. The crowd parted, and Francesca walked in, unharmed. "Andrew, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," she said, her voice steady. Then, glaring at Elon, she added, "But watch out for this fat pig from the Golding family. He's the one who kidnapped me!" Andrew turned to look at her and smiled. "Fatty, Kenny, I told you Fran would be rescued soon. Believe me now?" Kenny was in shock. "Elon, w-what's going on? Did your people let her go?" Elon's face was dark with a
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Elon stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Andrew. Michael quickly warned, "Elon, don't do anything stupid. Andrew doesn't mess around—he'll hit you without a second thought!" Elon sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. He declared dramatically, "I'm Elon Golding, the epitome of money, glory, and power! Andrew, do you even know who you're messing with—" Before he could finish, Andrew slapped him twice. The force sent Elon's nearly 400-pound body flying backward. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth as he crashed to the ground, looking utterly humiliated. Andrew casually wiped his hands and said, "The epitome of money, glory, and power? You're more like a loser. Look at yourself now. You're nothing but a pathetic mess." Elon was stunned, his face twisted in rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "You little punk! How dare you hit me? Do you have a death wish for your entire family?" Kenny stood frozen, completely shocked. After all, Elon was a b
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Dylan grabbed Elon by the arm and yanked him to his feet. Elon struggled, shouting, "Let me go! Do you even know who I am? Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" Andrew had heard enough. Without hesitation, he slapped Elon twice across the face, silencing him mid-rant. Elon's cheeks burned, and he clenched his teeth, swallowing his words. Kenny, meanwhile, was forced to his knees by Natasha. He glared up at Andrew, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "Do you realize what you've done, Andrew? You've just crossed a line you can't come back from! You've messed with the Golding family, and now you're going to pay—" Andrew simply said, "Make him quiet." Natasha immediately kicked Kenny in the stomach, causing him to double over and vomit. He gasped for air, too stunned to speak another word. Andrew turned back to Elon, patting his swollen face. "Mr. Golding, we didn't have any beef before this. But you thought you were untouchable and decided to stick your nose in Jayrodale's b
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Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
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"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
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Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with
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Andrew was sitting on the lawn outside Serenity Villa, watching the crew from The Sovereign Residences repair his home. After the attack last night, it was a miracle the place was still standing—if the villa had not been built to the highest security standards, it would have been reduced to nothing but ash and rubble by the Srovika Federation mercenaries. Felix Daughtry, the security captain from The Sovereign Residences, a semi-martial king-level fighter, walked over with a grim expression and reported, "Mr. Lloyd, Serenity Villa took quite a hit. Full restoration might be difficult." Andrew glanced at him and said coldly, "I want it restored exactly as it was, and not just that—The Sovereign Residences will need to compensate me for all damages, including emotional distress. If that's too much, then I don't want the house anymore. I'll go to the press and let the world know just how useless your brand really is." Felix's face darkened, turning almost pitch black with anger. H
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Since the night before, Xavier had been fully suited in military attire, standing vigilant and sleepless. He gripped a massive broadsword, and when the butler spoke, his voice was ice-cold. "Don't worry. Andarov won't fail me. That bastard Andrew is as good as dead." Though those were his words, doubt lingered in Xavier's mind. After all, Andarov never took this long to finish a kill. Nonetheless, the sun was rising—he should be back any minute now. Andarov, commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenaries, was ruthless and battle-hardened. Xavier met him while stationed overseas, and after several missions together, they became close allies. "With the entire Blood Wolf squad under him, it doesn't matter if Andrew has bodyguards. He won't last five minutes," Xavier sneered, confident. He was already planning the next steps—hold Seth's memorial as soon as Andarov returned, then introduce him to Luna to score even more clout. Having a famous international mercenary as a personal friend? E
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At the Golding family estate, Elon exclaimed in disbelief, "What did you just say? Black Wolf is dead?" The butler, face tight with unease, replied, "Yes, sir. Early this morning, his body was found dumped in the sewer. The cause of death matched the last group of assassins perfectly. There's no doubt that it was Andrew who killed him." Elon's expression darkened instantly. "Even Black Wolf failed and ended up dead? Andrew... you've clearly been hiding more strength than we thought." The butler nodded gravely. "Sir, that man is definitely not some pawn on the board. Not only is Black Wolf gone, but the Srovika Federation mercenary commander the Haywoods brought in also died at Serenity Villa." Elon gasped. "Even Xavier's overseas hitman got wiped out? Are you absolutely sure?" The old butler's brow twitched. "Completely sure. This morning, both bodies—Black Wolf and the mercenary captain—were found side by side in the sewer on Blumedale's main street." Elon clenched his ja
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On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa. This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap. "Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped. Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony. He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—" Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead. "If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try
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Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match. A matte-finished blade dangled from his lips as he surveyed the building, swiftly memorizing the layout of the damaged villa. He was not alone. At least a dozen other men hid in the dark, surrounding the perimeter and lying in wait. Nonetheless, they were not predators, at least not to him. He scoffed, thinking, 'They're the bait,
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Through the second half of the night, Serenity Villa remained eerily quiet. Chantelle stepped out from her lookout post and announced, "Looks like no one else is coming tonight. Everyone should get some rest." Andrew stopped her. "Hold up. You all stay on watch—I'll go rest." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "Are you giving me orders like I'm your subordinate?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not at all. I just want to isolate myself and draw the next assassin in alone." Chantelle frowned. "So, you're planning to be alone in a room and give the assassin a shot at you? You're using yourself as bait?" Andrew replied, "Exactly. One mercenary commander from the Srovika Federation is dead, but with the Haywoods and Goldings both after my head, there's no way they'd just send one decent hitter and be done." Chantelle nodded. "That… makes sense. But you're injured. What happens if something unexpected comes up? Can you really handle it?" Before Andrew could answer, Aspen blurted, "It's
