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Before the household staff member could finish speaking, four Whitlock guards came flying into the courtyard and hit the ground hard. None of them moved again.The guests screamed in terror and fled into the mansion's main hall for shelter.Then, the man in the ghost mask strode into the courtyard.It was Tristan. He wore the mask to hide his identity. After all, he was the Alpha, and killing someone in public could reflect badly on the military.Warren, however, remained calm. He fixed Tristan with a cold stare."Who are you?" he asked. "What grudge do you have against me?"Tristan said coldly, "Warren, I was once the boy you served. Now you understand why I'm going to kill you, don't you?"Warren's expression changed dramatically. "It's you! You took several stab wounds back then. How are you still alive?"A sneer spread across his face. "You should've stayed hidden and lived out your life in peace. Coming to me for revenge was a mistake. Now I can kill you and be rid of you

At an air base in the Ravelton military district, a helicopter descended slowly and touched down. A middle-aged man in a four-star general's uniform stepped out.With a squad of soldiers around him, the man climbed into a military vehicle and sped toward the Whitlock residence.The general was Marcus Whitlock, the family's second son and commander of the Northern Ironblade Corps. After receiving the devastating news that Warren and Grant had been murdered, he'd rushed back to Ravelton without delay.The vehicle soon pulled up outside the Whitlock mansion. Marcus threw open the door and rushed inside. Bodies lay strewn across the floor, the scene a vision of hell.When he saw the gruesome remains of Warren and Grant, rage exploded inside him. His murderous fury seemed to fill the room."Who the hell dared to murder my father and brother?" His roar shook the entire mansion.Elliot Vaughn, the Whitlocks' elderly butler, came forward, trembling. "Mr. Marcus, you're finally back. You

Sheldon hurried to welcome them with an eager smile. "Please have a seat, gentlemen. What brings you here so late?"Charles sat down, his brow creasing. He quickly covered his nose, an odd expression crossing his face.The other officers also sat and covered their noses. The stench coming from Claire and Adrian was almost unbearable.Embarrassed, Sheldon thought quickly and came up with a lie. "I'm terribly sorry. We've always watered our flowers with liquid manure, so there may be a bit of a smell in the house."Charles gave a small smile. "It's alright. We're with the Armed Forces. Please forgive the late visit. We're looking for Tristan Mercer. Is he not home?"Sheldon and Claire were both stunned. Why would the Armed Forces be looking for that useless Tristan? Had they discovered that he'd forged the Alpha's credentials and medals?Claire felt a flicker of malicious satisfaction. "Are you looking for Tristan because he forged the Alpha's credentials and medals?"Charles froz

The officer turned to Tristan. "Alpha, I'm here on behalf of the Ironblade Marshal to deliver a challenge. He says you're both soldiers, and he wants to settle your feud as soldiers, in a fight to the death."He respectfully handed Tristan the written challenge. Tristan took it without looking at it. "Tell Marcus I accept.""Very well," the adjutant said. "I'll take my leave." He snapped a regulation salute, then turned and left."Tristan, what does it say?" Heath asked eagerly.Tristan unfolded the challenge and glanced at it. "Marcus wants to fight me to the death at the summit of Sunset Ridge tomorrow morning at ten."…The next day, news that the Ironblade Marshal had challenged the Alpha spread rapidly online.Marcus had posted it himself. He wanted more than revenge for his father and brother. He wanted everyone to know that he was the strongest fighter in Drovenia's military.Before 10:00 am, crowds of Ravelton residents had already gathered at the foot of Sunset Ridge t

Marcus began shouting hysterically. "Impossible! You can't be this strong."Tristan's face remained composed. "I didn't refuse your challenges because I was afraid I'd lose. We were both battle-hardened Drovenia soldiers, and I didn't want a contest to create bad blood between us. That would've undermined unity in the military."He headed down the ridge without looking back. Marcus sank to his knees, trembling all over. He'd never imagined the gap between them could be so vast."Tristan, I'll kill you," Marcus shouted. "I'll never let this go."As soon as Tristan reached the foot of the ridge, Charles hurried toward him, his face anxious. "Tristan, did you kill Marcus?"Tristan shook his head gently. "It was a draw."Relief washed over Charles. At last, he could stop worrying.A nearby spectator had overheard their conversation. "Come look," the man called. "He's the Alpha. He fought the Ironblade Marshal to a draw."The other spectators rushed over, all eager to see the Alpha'