Chapter 423

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The one referred to as ‘that man‘ by the Lord of Wyverna was none other than Alexander.

At this moment, in Ol Mare, at the New Chesire Group's office building...

“Alexander!” Inside the CEO’s office, Amber’s delicate face turned pale, her voice trembling. “The

Yanker family are really here!

“Alexander, you better hide somewhere. As long as you're not around, they shouldn’t trouble

anyone else!”

Hiding was the only solution she could think of.

Even with George, Luca, the Chesire Group’s Security Department, the Saunders family, and Wanda’s father together, they were

no match for the Yanker family.

Even though Amber knew Alexander was powerful, and her husband’s depth was unfathomable, it was the Yanker family—a force

of over 200 disciples, with the weakest among them being vital energy warriors, and surely many Grandmasters among them.

Who could resist such strength?

She needed to escape with Olivia before they came. It was the only way out.

“Olivia, sweetie, Mommy is just joking. Daddy won’t go anywhere.”

On the guest sofa in the office, Alexander held his pale-faced daughter. He glanced at the panicked Amber, then at the terrified

Patrick and Susanne.

He smiled and said, “Mom, Dad, you and Amber take Olivia to kindergarten. Don’t worry, I’ve got

everything under control.”

After saying that, he handed his daughter's small hand to his wife, then walked decisively toward

the office door.

“Alexander!” Behind him, Amber held onto Olivia tightly, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Alexander’s retreating

figure. “This is different from before. The Yanker family’s strength is far beyond those forces in the past. I can’t let you take risks.

Where are you going?”

Alexander turned around, his smile unchanged.

“The Yanker family’s train won't reach OI Mare. I'll see them off!”

The car roared.

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A high-speed train from the north zoomed along the electrifying tracks toward Of Mare.

“We're almost there,” remarked Zane, seated cross—legged in the VIP compartment. His arms adorned with 24 iron rings,

emanating a faint golden glow, showcased the formidable vital energy.

He was a supreme grand martial.

In his eighties, having immersed himself in the martial arts since childhood, Zane devotedly practiced the ancestral martial arts of

the Yanker family.

At the age of 59, he finally broke through and became a supreme grand martial. He continued his cultivation for more than 20

years. He had thoroughly solidified his mastery, standing proudly at the pinnacle of the world.

Had he chosen the military path, Wyverna would have promptly bestowed upon him the title of Duke of War, elevating him to an

exalted status.

About 50 kilometers from the coastal destination, a subtle click echoed from above the compartment.

“Hm?”

Zane’s eyes snapped open, radiating a sharp brilliance. Initially seated cross—legged, he swiftly ascended into the air, tearing a

hole over two meters in diameter in the alloy-roofed carriage.

He stood firmly on the roof as the high-speed train, racing at over 300 kilometers per hour, roared against him with a furious

wind. Zane was like an immovable mountain unaffected by the strong

gusts.

Before him stood the adversary.

Ayoung man in his early twenties, dressed inconspicuously in a casual suit, wore a faint smile on

his face. With a tall and handsome figure, he was the target of the Yanker family’s mission-

Alexander Kane of Ol’ Mare.

“You killed my nephew, lan Yanker?”

Zane’s legs spread, enduring the cutting wind on the rooftop like a blade. His white hair fluttered

in the wind, and he stared fixedly into the eyes of Alexander. “In the world of martial arts, actions in the martial world are met with

consequences. Killing begets retribution. It’s only fair!”

As he spoke, the 24 black iron rings on his arms all lit up as if they were one entity. The surface emitted a faint golden light,

indicating the activation of his vital energy. He was ready to strike at

a moment's notice.

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“lan was foolish, and you're an old fool.” Alexander, with his hands behind his back, gazed at Zane indifferently. “I helped clean

up the Yanker family’s mess, and instead of gratitude, you gather forces, forcing me to apologize and even flatten Ol‘ Mare?

“For either of these charges, it's enough to bring down your Yanker family!”

Zane’s eyes widened with a fiery red glow, resembling actual flames. Despite his nephew’s greed for wealth, taking the position

of an offering, and collaborating with the eight Grandmasters to invade Zabaleta, violating the ancient decree of the Yanker

family to remain hidden, he was still

family.

Zane would not tolerate any harm against his family.

“Daring to disrespect the Yanker family must be paid with blood! Alexander, I don’t waste words. Considering your young age, I'll

make an exception and give you a chance.”

Zane took a slow breath, and his emaciated right arm lifted, the 12 black iron rings clinking. “As long as you can withstand my

attack, I’ll turn and leave. This matter will be settled then.”