جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 2030

The Driscoll family, a century-old powerhouse, was on the brink of annihilation, right here in their own estate. "Keep fighting!" Maurice roared in fury and lunged forward again, his heart burning with rage. The two remaining elders steadied themselves, knowing this was no time to mourn. The family had reached the edge of life and death, facing an opponent stronger than any they had ever seen. The swirling vortex of energy around Andrew grew even more terrifying, taking on the shape of a tornado. This was the manifestation of a martial artist's perfected internal energy, where inner circulation triggered external phenomena, something typically seen only when true grandmaster-level fighters clashed. Eric froze, thinking bitterly to himself once more. 'If I'm considered a genius, then this guy must be some kind of reincarnated deity!' He knew that even Jerome could not match such martial talent. Andrew stepped forward, charging into the formation Maurice and the two elder

Andrew's smile was ice-cold. "Now you want to beg and let her go? Mia, don't you think it's a little late for that?" Mia's voice shook with fear. "So you're saying you won't let me go? Then believe me when I say I'll drag Victoria down with me." Victoria sneered. "Andrew, don't worry about me. This is the perfect chance to wipe out the Driscoll family completely. Kill Maurice and end them for good! Don't spare that bitch Mia either. Kill every last one of the Driscoll bloodline, then find Joe, that little rat who slipped through, and wipe him out too!" Mia's face twisted in rage and panic. "Shut up, Victoria! Shut your damn mouth! Do you really think I won't kill you?" Her hand trembled, and blood trickled from the cut she made across Victoria's pale neck. Yet, Victoria did not even blink. She even smiled as she said, "Andrew, listen to me. Forget about me. I'm already a broken shell, but the Driscoll family must not be spared. Kill them all, and in Blumedale, you'll rise as

George said calmly, "Logan, take some men and send Joe on his way." As a seasoned veteran, he knew this was the time to eliminate threats completely. He knew that when you pulled weeds, you had to rip out the roots. Joe might not have had a personal grudge with Andrew, but he still had to die. Joe stood, staring at Andrew in grief. "I never thought you'd actually go through with it. Andrew, when did you become so cruel, so heartless?" Andrew replied indifferently, "However you choose to see me is your business. But let me remind you… Everything that happened today was brought on by the Driscoll family themselves." Joe's face twisted with fury. "Fine then, kill me too!" Eric sneered. "Andrew doesn't have to move a finger! I'll kill you myself!" His thinking aligned with George's. Joe could not be allowed to live, or Andrew's path to becoming King of Gabo Creek would be haunted by seeds of vengeance. Victoria cut in sharply. "Everyone, stand aside. Joe, your father w

Barnaby sneered. "The Driscoll family had everything, and Maurice threw it all away. Now that they've collapsed, it's only right that I take my share. I didn't come to Gabo Creek for nothing." Joe's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he lunged forward. "You bastard, go to hell!" He was already drowning in overwhelming grief. Barnaby's threatening words and disgusting intentions pushed him over the edge into pure rage. Barnaby's expression remained casual and dismissive. "Young man, you're being rather ignorant. Have you considered the consequences of attacking me?" His massive subordinate Dante snorted coldly and threw a punch that created a blur of motion as it collided with Joe. With a sickening sound, Joe immediately spat blood and screamed as he flew backward through the air, his face twisted in agony. "Joe!" Mia shrieked as she stumbled toward her son, tears blurring her vision. Joe lay on the ground covered in blood, his heart filled with complete despair.

Andrew said coldly, "That waste of space, Hank Armstrong. Is he under your command? I'm the one who crippled him. Not only did I cripple him, but I also want to kill him, so if you want to restore Special Ops' reputation, feel free to come find me." He casually mentioned these final points with complete indifference. Barnaby quickly shook his head. "It's all a misunderstanding! In terms of rank, you're above me, and eliminating an insignificant agent would be as easy as breathing for someone of your stature." He continued nervously, "Besides, if I'd known beforehand that you were here in Gabo Creek, I never would have dared to come looking for trouble." Andrew gave a low snort. "Barnaby the Baby, you speak well, and your composure has become much more refined than it was years ago. Clearly, your former Director taught you plenty. "There's a creature called a two-faced snake that smiles warmly at your face but will tear you apart afterward, leaving nothing behind. Tell me,