Chapter 353

Apologize to Alexander? Their ‘one and only‘ shot?

Hank and Harrey shared a look and then burst into raucous laughter, their cackles echoing with

wild abandon.

As patriarchs of two mighty houses, they had braved many storms. They commanded respect from every corner of society and

the underworld alike. Who would not give them their due?

To say that even the mayor of Zabaleta would tip his hat to them was no stretch. With years of built-up connections, prestige,

and the martial envoys on their payroll...they were untouchable.

“I've seen my share of big heads, but you-you’re in a league of your own,” they sneered.

Hank’s smirk was icy, his gaze dripping with scorn as he eyed Alexander. “Marcus told me you’ve got some fight in you, enough

to topple the Grandmaster of the fighter community, maybe even

take down a supreme grand martial.

“But let’s be real. Even if you’re formidable, can you defeat so many of us?

“The Ledger and Campbell clans have called up the big guns. We stand shoulder to shoulder with

the nation’s elite. You think we can’t handle one little upstart like you?”

With those words, Hank’s hand cut through the air. “You clueless kid, you don’t know when you're

in over your head! Boys, take Alexander down, and show no mercy!”

In a flurry of motion, dozens of elite bodyguards and three martial arts Envoys surged forward, their energy swirling around them,

ready to strike.

“Let's not rush this.”

Harrey gestured for everyone to take a beat and strolled closer to Alexander, his chuckle low and

shot in Ol‘ Mare, with New Chesire Group booming and

all. You've clinched the title of the richest man there, haven’t you?

menacing. “So, I hear you're still the big

“Must be sitting on a fortune over a million by now, huh?

“Here’s the deal: hand over New Chesire Group, and I'll let you off the hook today. Just a small. price to pay—chop off your limbs

to show you're sorry, and we'll call it even.”

Harrey was overshadowed by the slow approach of Ashwin, who wore a sinister smirk. “Dad, word has it that Amber, the General

Manager of New Chesire Group, is the top beauty of Ol‘ Mare.

“Even after having a daughter, she’s still quite the catch-her looks, her figure! If it doesn’t bother

Oh?

+15 BONOS

Interest sparked in Harrey’s eyes as he glanced at Alexander, stroking his chin with a smug expression. “Excellent, an

unexpected bonus! Alexander, you got that? Call Amber, have her come. here tonight, I want to-”

In the hotel lobby’s lounge, Alexander's coffee-sipping paused, his gaze shifting to the Campbells.

They dared to disrespect Amber?

He had not intended to go for the jugular, but then it was clear-the Campbells had no place left in that world. It was time for them

to meet their end.

“Enough talk, Mister Campbell.”

Hank moved beside Harrey, his eyes icy as he faced Alexander. “Take him out, and we'll split New Chesire Group. Amber doesn’t

interest me-you can have your fun with her.”

“Now...”

His command was clear as his hand shot up. “Attack! No survivors. Alexander and his two nobodies show no mercy!”

The sound of chaos erupted as the envoys and bodyguards from both families charged in unison.

The most formidable Envoys stomped the ground with such force that the marble beneath their feet cracked and splintered. They

lunged toward Alexander with the speed of arrows shot from a bow, intent on ending his life.

Six Envoys in total-four Grandmasters from the fighter community and two martial arts heavyweights newly ascended to a

powerful echelon-unleashed their deadliest techniques. They targeted Alexander's vital points, showing no restraint.

“I never wanted to kill,” Alexander said, seated comfortably on the couch, cup in hand, eyeing the impending storm of blows.

“However, those marked for death find their own ways to it. After tonight, the Zabaleta name will erase the Ledgers and

Campbells from existence.”

As his words hung in the air, his wrist gave a subtle flick.

Coffee erupted from the cup in his grasp, the liquid propelled by an unseen force, scattering into droplets that transformed into

razor-sharp water arrows. They whistled through the air, fleeting and lethal.

Time in the hotel lobby seemed to freeze for a split second before resuming its normal pace.

+15 BONOS

The Envoys from the Ledger and Campbell families, their elite guards, and even Harrey and Hank shuddered involuntarily. A

sudden coldness touched their brows, spreading a chill through their

bodies.

Atiny, almost imperceptible, red dot appeared on each of their foreheads. Blood, bright and relentless, began to seep from those

points, staining their faces with a macabre mask. Their heads had been impaled by the solidified water arrows.