The Eastvale Development Group, security department’s conference room.
Robin was deep into the TrustGen Loans paperwork when Carson’s call interrupted him.
“Mr. Ramsey, I mentioned Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s plan to open a branch in Harmonfield. Today’s the big day. Do you have time to join us for the inauguration?”
Robin barely looked up, responding, “Sure, I’ll finish up here and head over. Where’s it being held?”
“If you’re free, I can pick you up, and we’ll head to the Harmonfield Hotel together,” Carson suggested.
Robin checked the clock, then shook his head. “No need to come out of your way. Just send me the details, and I’ll meet you there.”
Carson, understanding, quickly texted over the address and time for the ceremony at Harmonfield Hotel’s Crown Banquet.
…
The Crown Banquet was alive with grandeur, each corner decked in vibrant splendor and filled with an air of anticipation.
It was the day the Brookhaven Martial Alliance would officially launch its Harmonfield branch.
Representatives from each alliance chapter in Draconia were in attendance, along with the formidable six elder enforcers from the main headquarters.
Guests ranged from the most influential families of Brookhaven and Harmonfield to martial arts practitioners across Draconia, famed family heads, and notable figures from the state’s social elite. By 9 a.m., the hotel’s opulent walls stood witness to the arrival of dignitaries from every corner.
Among them, Ruby had spared nothing in her preparations, hiring stylists and image consultants to achieve a flawless look.
Spending six-figure later, she sported a refined hairstyle, artfully applied makeup, and a gown that spoke of elegance and luxury.
As she stepped into the ballroom, the heads of numerous high-society guests turned to admire her.
Wilhelm Dixon, the Dixon Group’s second son-and a close ally of the Alliance from the provincial capital caught sight of Ruby descending the staircase.
He wasted no time, approaching with a courteous smile, offering his arm as he escorted her into the center of the hall.
“Ruby, you’re absolutely captivating tonight,” he said, with a warmth that left little doubt about his admiration.
The Dixon Group held an essential role as one of Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s primary financial pillars.
The Dixons and the Quinns had been allies for generations.
Wilhelm, the second son of the Dixons, had admired Ruby for as long as he could remember.
But with the Alliance towering over them in influence, Dixon Group remained modest in stature.
So Wilhelm kept his admiration hidden, unspoken, as if silence could shield him from the consequences of his desires.
Tonight, Ruby stood at the center of the ballroom, carrying herself with the poise of a queen. Wilhelm felt his heart thud as he followed her every movement, eager to attend to her slightest whim.
Just then, a young man with striking features strode from the crowd, his confident smile aimed straight at Ruby. “Ruby, you look breathtaking tonight! I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Ruby lifted her chin, a hint of a smile curling at her lips. “Oh? So you’re saying I don’t usually look this good?” she teased, her laugh light and melodic.
The young man was Finn Eaton, son of Cade Eaton, the Alliance’s Chief Elder of Discipline.
A rising star, Finn was known among Brookhaven’s younger generation for his unmatched skill and intensity.
With Cade being Ronald’s first disciple, Finn and Ruby had grown up side by side, building a bond that ran deep.
From his youth, Finn had admired her, with all the fervor and uncertainty of young love.
Ruby had sensed his affection long ago, yet, in her mind, Finn never quite reached the standard she envisioned.
Still, she never spoke of it, enjoying the unspoken adoration, as if the men drawn to her were stars revolving around her own sun.
This attention filled her with a heady sense of satisfaction.
In moments, Ruby became the centerpiece of the entire banquet hall.
Around her gathered a circle of young men, each one striving to catch her attention, each one hoping for a hint of her favor.
And Ruby drank it all in, delighting in the flattery and admiration as if they were offerings made to royalty.
Under the glittering chandelier, Ruby stood, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her gown radiating elegance and opulence.
Around her, voices murmured praise, words laced with admiration, envy, and wonder.
It filled her with a quiet exhilaration.
Tonight, the grand hall of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance was, without question, her stage.
She was certain everyone here would pay her the respect she deserved.
Ruby had been raised in such an atmosphere-surrounded by adoration, spoiled by endless indulgence.
She was used to the feeling, and she basked in it now, catching the awe, reverence, and, perhaps, a touch of flattery in the eyes that followed her. A calm pride settled over her. Kyler appeared from the back of the hall, pausing as he took in his daughter’s appearance, the elegance she wore like a second skin. A glint of approval crossed his face. “Ruby, you look perfect. Show our guests the respect they deserve,” he said, smiling as he greeted each guest with a polite wave.
Then, with a purposeful stride, he made his way toward the hotel entrance.
There was someone significant to greet-Wilder Lennon, the esteemed president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and Health Association.
Ronald himself had extended the invitation, personally.
Wilder was not only Apollo’s most respected disciple but had recently made waves by curing the illnesses of Martin and Timothy.
For decades, Ronald had battled a strange affliction of his own. In Wilder, he hoped to find the relief he had long sought.
Years before, Apollo had predicted that his protege’s potential was boundless.
At the hotel’s entrance, Kyler welcomed Wilder and Drake with a warm nod. “Mr. Lennon, Mr. Dunn, good evening. Follow me upstairs; my father is waiting in the VIP lounge.”
After a few cordial exchanges, Wilder and Drake accompanied Kyler to the second floor, where the lounge awaited them.
In the center of the room sat Ronald, his form reclining in a wheelchair.
Behind him, four men stood in silence, each in their forties, faces hard and impassive, as though carved from stone.
They stood unmoving, as if bound to him as solemn protectors.
The Four Heavenly Kings of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were men spoken of in reverent whispers, figures who seemed to tread the line between the real and the ethereal.
They were orphans once, foundlings taken in by Ronald when he was still forging the Alliance.
They were Ronald’s very first students
Their skills were whispered to be beyond mortal comprehension.
When the Alliance was in its infancy, trembling under threats that could have torn it apart, it was these four who held the line.
The stories told of blood-soaked battles, of last-minute rescues-how they turned the tide when defeat seemed certain. They made the Alliance something to be feared, to be respected, to be seen.
Afterward, the Brookhaven Martial Alliance spread its influence throughout Draconia.
Yet as the Alliance gained power, the Four Heavenly Kings began to fade from view, retreating into the shadows, until even legends became scarce.
Tonight, for them to stand here-silent sentinels in Ronald’s presence felt as if an ancient power had stirred once again.
Wilder and Drake stepped into the VIP lounge, where Ronald gestured a greeting from his wheelchair, his face etched with weariness. “It’s a privilege to have you both here. I regret I couldn’t greet you at the door,” he said, a hint of fatigue in his voice. Wilder and Drake bowed with respect. “Please, Mr. Quinn, there’s no need for apologies,” Wilder replied warmly.
Wilder’s gaze lingered on Ronald’s face, noting the pallor beneath his skin. “How have you been feeling, sir?”
Ronald gave a faint sigh, his tone heavy. “This illness has haunted me for decades. Apollo, your mentor, prescribed me a remedy back then, a treatment that’s kept me here as long as it has.”
“Were it not for the elusive Violet Wyvernroot, I doubt I’d have survived this long.”
He paused, collecting his thoughts. “This year marks thirty-six years of struggle with this sickness. Just yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby tried to secure the Violet Wyvernroot for me, but it was snatched away.”
Ronald looked to Wilder, a spark of hope in his eyes. “I’ve asked you here, Wilder, in the hope that you might help me secure a 500-year-old Wyvernroot.”
Wilder’s expression grew thoughtful, and he nodded. “Violet Wyvernroot is rare, Mr. Quinn, but I have ways to procure it. Securing one of such age will be no easy feat, but I’ll have one brought to you by tomorrow.” Ronald inclined his head slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Lennon.”
“I recently heard that General Wright’s health has seen an astonishing recovery thanks to your efforts,” he said, shifting his attention to Drake.
“And Mr. Dunn, congratulations on Timothy’s recovery, which is also credited to Mr. Lennon’s expertise, I believe.”
Wilder waved his hand in a gesture of humility. “I appreciate your kind words, Mr. Quinn, but I must clarify. What you’ve heard is somewhat exaggerated. I cannot take credit for their recoveries; there exists another healer responsible for these remarkable results.” “Oh?” Ronald raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised.
He was already aware that another talented practitioner had healed both Martin and Timothy.
His comments served as a courtesy, a gesture of respect toward Wilder.
“A different healer?” Ronald maintained the act, allowing his curiosity to show.
“Wilder, is there truly someone in Draconia whose skill surpasses yours? That’s hard to believe!”
Wilder laughed lightly. “Mr. Quinn, every discipline has its experts. No one can genuinely claim to have reached the absolute peak of their craft without challenge.”
“There is always a greater talent, a higher peak. No one would dare proclaim themselves the best in the world.”
“Consider your Martial Alliance,” he said, glancing at Kyler and Ronald. “Even with disciples across the region, would you assert your total dominance over the martial realm?”
Ronald and Kyler smiled, nodding in agreement, though a brief flicker of annoyance passed between them-a nuance so slight that it might have gone unnoticed.
In their view, Brookhaven Martial Alliance held the title of the strongest in Draconia, unrivaled in power.
Yet, they kept these thoughts private, maintaining a polished demeanor in front of Wilder and Drake.
Wilder, oblivious to their momentary reaction, continued. “I have devoted decades to studying under my mentor, Apollo, yet I feel as if I have merely grazed the surface of genuine medical knowledge.”
“The intricacies of healing are vast, far beyond what I could hope to master in a single lifetime.”
“It was only after encountering this remarkable healer that I recognized how limited my abilities truly are.”
“And this healer? He is merely in his early twenties.”
“That young man has become my teacher in every sense.”
“Wilder, you’re being too humble. Since you praise this healer so highly, could you arrange an introduction?”
“If he can alleviate my peculiar illness, my family would willingly part with whatever it takes. We would hold nothing back.”
Wilder sighed, shaking his head. “Mr. Quinn, I must be frank. I have sought to learn from him, yet he has no interest in taking on students.”
That said, he added, “there’s a chance I could convince my master to help you. Still, I cannot promise his cooperation.”
Ronald inclined his head, gratitude evident in his expression. “I appreciate that, Wilder!”
Kyler leaned in, his voice low. “Dad, Carson has invited another healer to the gathering today. They say he possesses remarkable skills. I think it would be wise to ask him to take a look at you.” Ronald’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? If this distinguished person can treat me, it would save us from needing Wilder’s assistance.”
Just then, a disciple from the Martial Alliance hurried over. He approached Kyler, his voice urgent as he whispered, “Sir, we’ve found the culprits responsible for Butcher and Mr. Spencer’s deaths.”
The hall buzzed with laughter, the voices of the elite families of Brookhaven intertwining in a harmonious symphony. Ruby stood at the center of it all, surrounded by young men and women who lavished her with compliments and playful jests. Then, a stir broke through the festivities.
Guests quickly stepped aside, forming a path through the crowd.
“Mr. Neville, Mr. Anthony, welcome!”
The two deputy enforcers of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance bowed deeply, their respect evident.
All eyes shifted toward the entrance.
Through the large doors stepped an older gentleman accompanied by a striking youth.
The older man was Anthony, the loyal butler of the Neville family.
The young man, Jason Neville, was the pride of his lineage, the first grandson of Tristan Neville, the family patriarch.
Not only was Jason renowned as the most skilled martial artist among his peers, but he was also celebrated for his striking good looks.
He was the object of fascination for many young women from affluent families, all eager for his attention.
Among the common folk, tales of Jason’s extraordinary presence circulated like wildfire, but few had the fortune to witness him firsthand.
Tristan held Jason in high regard, often showering him with affection and rigorous training.
Every lesson Jason learned was a testament to Tristan’s commitment to molding him into a capable leader, preparing him for the weighty responsibilities that awaited.
Tonight, as the Brookhaven Martial Alliance celebrated, the Quinns extended a formal invitation to the Nevilles.
Tristan, seeing an opportunity for his grandson, sent Jason along with Anthony to gain experience and learn the ways of the world.
At 18, Jason exuded charm and confidence.
Upon entering the grand ballroom of the Harmonfield Hotel, he immediately captured the attention of several young women, their eyes sparkling with admiration.
Ruby, engrossed in her surroundings, felt her pulse quicken as she caught sight of him.
She had never encountered a young man so captivating in all of Brookhaven.
Ruby’s pulse quickened, warmth rising in her cheeks.
Her eyes were drawn to Jason, and an undeniable spark flared within her.
With a swift check of her outfit, she navigated through the crowd and approached him. “Mr. Neville, hello! I’m Ruby Quinn. Welcome to the celebration for the opening of the Martial Alliance branch.” This marked Jason’s debut representing the Nevilles at such a grand occasion.
Ruby’s unexpected arrival brightened his day, capturing his full attention.
In the realm of martial arts families, few women possessed such bold enthusiasm.
As Ruby stood elegantly before him, Jason felt a stirring in his heart.
He gave a slight nod, working to maintain a composed exterior, though a thrill of excitement coursed through him.
Yet his thoughts were already wandering to Ruby, captivated by her charm.
Anthony briefly exchanged greetings with Ruby before reminding him, “Sir, you should meet with Mr. Quinn on the second floor first. We can continue our conversation afterward.” Ruby struggled to conceal her joy, offering a warm smile. “Mr. Neville, please, go ahead.”
Jason nodded in return, his gaze softening as he held her eyes.
He followed Anthony and two deputy elders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance up the stairs.
Ruby’s heart raced as she watched Jason’s graceful figure vanish from view.
She replayed the memory of his inviting smile, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Meanwhile, Wilhelm and Finn experienced a swelling of envy.
In Jason’s presence, they felt small and inconsequential.
They recognized the stark contrast between themselves and him, from lineage to looks and skill.
Just then, their focus shifted as a stunning woman entered the hall.
Dressed in a flowing white gown, she drew their attention.
Her beauty was striking, her tall frame exuding an air of purity and grace.
Yet, it was the Eternal Moonlit diamond necklace that adorned her neck, glinting in the light, which truly captivated their eyes.
Her allure was elevated by the stunning necklace that graced her neck.
The newcomer was Vera.
Her family had long supported the Brookhaven Martial Alliance during her mother’s reign, which had forged connections with the Quinns. After a moment of astonishment, Wilhelm and Finn instinctively inclined their heads in her direction. “Hello.”
Vera scanned the hall, looking for familiar faces among the crowd.
Spotting Wilhelm and Finn beaming at her, she returned their greeting with a courteous nod.
Wilhelm approached her with a warm smile. “Greetings, lady. What name should I call you?”
“I’m Vera Silva, representative of the Silva Group,” she responded, her smile genuine.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Wilhelm Dixon, representative of the Dixon Group here in Brookhaven,” he introduced himself.
Before Wilhelm could say more, Finn stepped into the conversation. “Ah, Ms. Silva! What a delight to finally meet you!”
Vera recognized the confident tone in Finn’s voice. “And you are?”
“Ms. Silva, you might not know me, but I’ve certainly heard of you,” Finn answered smoothly.
“I’m Finn Eaton, associated with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance.”
“I recently read an article about the Silva Group, and I must say, it left quite an impression,” he continued, his excitement palpable.
“Your leadership has propelled the Silva Group from a lesser company in Harmonfield to a leader in the business arena.”
“I genuinely admire what you’ve accomplished!”
Vera regarded Finn with increasing disdain as he rambled on.
She maintained her smile, opting for silence, well accustomed to men who spoke too much.
“Ms. Silva, that necklace you wear-could it be the famed Eternal Moonlit?” Finn’s eyes widened with intrigue.
His inquiry drew the attention of nearby young men and women.
The guests in the banquet hall turned to focus on the necklace that hung from Vera’s neck.
They soon recognized that the Eternal Moonlit, which had recently been thrust into the spotlight with a staggering price tag, was right in front of them.
In an instant, envy filled their gazes as they regarded Vera, captivated by the rare gem.
“This Eternal Moonlit is simply breathtaking!”
“I’ve never laid eyes on it before!”
“I’ve only heard whispers about the legendary Eternal Moonlit, said to be worth a small fortune. Seeing itin person, it truly does live up to the legend!”
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“Ms. Silva looks absolutely radiant. That necklace fits her perfectly! It seems as if the Eternal Moonlit was crafted just for her!”
“Today, Ms. Silva outshines everyone here!”
…
Vera hadn’t anticipated such attention when she donned the Eternal Moonlit.
Now, she regretted her choice, having intended only to blend in and then slip away unnoticed.
Instead, she had unwittingly become the focal point upon entering the hall.
Without Robin or any familiar faces around, the spotlight felt uncomfortable.
In that moment, she longed to escape.
But young socialites from wealthy families were already converging around her.
They marveled at Vera’s beauty, elegance, talent, and her exquisite attire.
Their admiration was relentless, and they gushed about the Eternal Moonlit diamond necklace.
Before long, the crowd that had once surrounded Ruby had shifted entirely to Vera.
Ruby’s smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold glare aimed at Vera beneath the dazzling lights.
“Give me back my necklace!” a voice pierced the air in the banquet hall.
All chatter ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the room.
Everyone turned to locate the source of the outburst.
Ruby fixed her icy gaze on Vera, her eyes sharp with anger.
Without thinking, the crowd retreated, forming a corridor between the two women.
“The Eternal Moonlit belongs to me! Hand it over! You are not worthy to wear it!” Ruby exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Vera.
All eyes darted between Ruby and Vera, uncertainty clouding their expressions.
They struggled to comprehend the unfolding drama.
Vera stood momentarily frozen, grappling with her surprise.
“Did you even hear me? Are you deaf?” Ruby’s voice sliced through the tension, sharp and accusatory.
“Who do you think you are, parading around in that expensive necklace? You don’t deserve it! You brazen woman, hand it over right now!” Vera’s shock deepened. She hadn’t anticipated such a crude display from Ruby, the daughter of a powerful Brookhaven family. With a cool smile, she responded, “Ms. Quinn, have you had too much to drink?”
“That Eternal Moonlit necklace was purchased for me by my friend Robin at the Rosewood Hotel auction for five billion dollars.” “How did it become yours all of a sudden?”
Ruby’s face flushed with anger, her jaw clenched tight. “I’ll repeat myself: I want that necklace. It is mine!”
“I could offer you five billion, but you’ll need to remove the necklace and bow to me and apologize first!”
“You and your friends battled me for it at the auction. I haven’t forgotten that yet!”
“How dare you flaunt it in front of me at this celebration!”
Vera laughed lightly. “Ms. Quinn, I understand you are the daughter of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance leader. Your family wields great power, but that doesn’t give you the right to act so entitled.”
“Ha! Power means everything! Whoever holds it makes the rules!” Ruby tossed her head back with pride. “Everything I desire has always been mine!”
Vera’s tone turned cold. “This necklace is a birthday gift from Robin. I will never give it to you!”
At that moment, a wave of murmurs washed over the banquet hall.
“I was there at the auction. The necklace was indeed bought by a man named Robin for Ms. Silva.”
“If it’s hers, how can she just demand it back? Ms. Quinn is crossing a line.”
“Ms. Quinn has powerful connections. She wants that necklace; surely she can’t just let it go.”
“Even with her influence as the daughter of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance leader, her behavior is unacceptable.”
“Everyone, be quiet. You all know Ms. Quinn has a notorious temper. Crossing her isn’t a smart move.”
Ruby huffed, her eyes burning with anger. “Did you hear me? If you don’t return that necklace, don’t expect me to hold back!” “Mr. Eaton, take that necklace from her,” she ordered.
Finn shifted uneasily, glancing from Vera to Ruby. “Ruby, I don’t think this is the right thing to do…”
“What did you just say?” Ruby’s tone was sharp.
Finn quickly fell silent, his words dying on his lips. “Ms. Quinn, I … ”
“Get out of my way! You claim to care for me, yet you can’t even manage this simple task. Why would I ever consider you?”
Finn shook his head, surrendering to the situation.
Ruby’s gaze turned icy as she
approached Vera. “I’ll give you one
last chance: Hand over that
necklace willingly, or I will take it e
from you myself, right here and now! And tear your clothes away while I’m at it!”
The grand hall of the Harmonfield Hotel was wrapped in an oppressive silence.
Ruby, daughter of the leader of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, had unleashed words that were shockingly rude and unjust.
Ms. Silva was a guest of honor, invited by the very alliance Ruby represented.
As the celebratory host, Ruby’s actions were nothing short of disappointing.
It appeared Ms. Quinn’s upbringing lacked the refinement one would expect.
Wilhelm and Finn exchanged anxious glances, caught in the tension between Vera and Ruby.
They longed to intervene, to coax Ruby into restraint.
Yet they understood the depths of her fury all too well.
Once Ruby decided on a course, no one could deter her.
Pampered by her father Ronald throughout her life, Ruby was accustomed to having her wishes fulfilled.
There was one case that involved the daughter of one of Ruby’s grandfather’s students.
At school, she had a rival in that girl, whose beauty captivated everyone around her.
The girl’s eyes shimmered like those of a woodland sprite, entrancing all who beheld her.
Gentle and kind, she garnered the affection of peers and teachers alike.
Frequent praise flowed to her, particularly for her enchanting gaze.
Such admiration only stoked Ruby’s jealousy.
One fateful afternoon, Ruby deceived the girl into a hidden corner.
She commanded the children of the elders, who always flattered her, to blind the girl. They gouged out her eyes.
When the girl’s father discovered this horror, he nearly lost his sanity.
Understanding that Ruby was the leader’s daughter, he reluctantly confronted Ronald and Kyler.
To his disbelief, Ronald offered no reprimand to Ruby. Instead, he allowed Kyler to punish the disciple severely.
Ronald made it clear that as long as his granddaughter was pleased, nothing else mattered.
From that day forward, both the disciple and his daughter vanished without explanation.
Their fate became a dark secret, lost to time.
After that incident, no one in the Martial Alliance dared to defy Ms. Quinn.
Over the years, many similar events unfolded.
Regardless of the severity, Ronald and Kyler swiftly intervened to restore order.
In their view, this world belonged to the powerful, while the weak had no voice to speak.
Ruby’s happiness eclipsed every other concern, it seemed.
But Finn knew all too well how dangerous her displeasure could be. Anxiously, he spoke up, his voice tentative. “Ms. Silva, maybe… maybe you should just hand over the necklace to Ruby …” Vera’s gaze sharpened, her voice like ice. “This necklace is a gift from Robin. No one is taking it from me.”
Ruby’s mouth twisted, a storm of anger brewing, ready to spill-until a voice, low and commanding, resonated from behind them. “Ms. Quinn, is something the matter?”
Every head turned toward the stairs, where Jason descended with a grace that seemed practiced, his presence an immediate command for attention.
The fury in Ruby’s eyes waned just a flicker, but enough to soften her tone.
She flashed him a smile and nodded. “Mr. Neville, how nice of you to join us.”
Jason’s gaze swept between the two women, his tone courteous yet unyielding. “Ms. Quinn, are you dealing with some … unpleasantness?”
Ruby’s finger flicked dismissively at the necklace around Vera’s neck, her voice colored with feigned innocence. “That necklace belongs to me, Mr. Neville! And yet she refuses to return it. How does one explain such audacity?”
A faint crease appeared on Jason’s brow as he glanced at Vera. “So you are Ms. Silva,” he began smoothly, though his words carried an edge. “If the necklace is Ms. Quinn’s, I would suggest returning it. It’s just a piece of jewelry, after all; hardly worth spoiling the atmosphere tonight.”
Vera blinked, her surprise evident. “Mr. Neville, you must have misunderstood. This necklace was bought for me by Robin at your family’s auction for five billion. So how it could suddenly be hers is beyond me.”
Jason merely shrugged, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Ms. Silva, whatever tale you tell is irrelevant to me,” he replied, his tone disturbingly light. “Ms. Quinn claims it’s hers, so it is hers.”
The murmur in the hall grew louder as his words echoed, disbelief tinged with scandal.
“Did Mr. Neville really just say that? I can hardly believe my ears,” someone whispered, shock thick in their tone.
“The Nevilles are the most revered martial arts family, and they’ve always held to principles and fairness. For Jason Neville, their future leader, to say something so ridiculous… it’s just stunning,” muttered another. “Isn’t Jason supposed to be the perfect gentleman, an example of integrity? I never thought he’d say something so… absurd.”
“And Ms. Quinn too-both of them, together … well.”
…
Ruby caught Jason’s eye, a quiet understanding passing between them like an unspoken promise. They shared a fleeting smile, one that hinted at a connection that needed no words. Moments later, Anthony arrived, his expression a mix of shock and alarm as he absorbed Jason’s stance. He stepped closer, pulling Jason aside to murmur, “Sir, this isn’t … it’s unbecoming…” Jason brushed him off without a thought. “Mr. Anthony, stay out of this. It’s hardly worth worrying about.”
Anthony glanced at the onlookers, who watched the exchange with curiosity and wariness. Resigned, he took a step back, honoring Jason’s decision, if reluctantly.
Emboldened by Jason’s support, Ruby turned back to Vera, her voice cool, her words edged. “You heard Mr. Neville, didn’t you? Take off that necklace and return it, or you won’t like what happens next.” Vera’s jaw tightened, her words sharp. “This necklace was a gift from Robin, given to me on my birthday. I’m not surrendering it to anyone.”
Jason, observing Vera’s defiance, moved closer. “Ms. Silva, since Ruby is interested in the necklace, you’d do well to pass it to her.”
“It was auctioned by the Nevilles. I’ll transfer the money to you here and now, or I’ll even add another 150 million if you simply hand it to Ms. Quinn.” Anthony, alarmed, reached out again to Jason, his voice low but urgent. “Sir, we can’t compromise the Nevilles’ standards like this-”
Jason’s glare was steely, and his voice left no room for argument. “Mr. Anthony, enough.”
With a defeated sigh, Anthony stepped back, his disapproval evident but silenced.
A pleased smile spread across Ruby’s face as she glanced at Vera.
“You heard Mr. Neville. Just give me the necklace now, before things turn ugly.”
“Besides, this necklace originally belonged to the Nevilles. How can you cling to it like this? It’s embarrassing.”
Vera’s laugh was icy, her gaze as piercing as steel. “An heir of the most powerful martial family and the cherished daughter of Draconia’s leading alliance-both admired both envied. Yet, you’re both as tactless as schoolyard bullies. It’s almost laughable.”
She turned to Anthony, her tone daring, “Mr. Anthony.”
“Is it truly the policy of the Nevilles to forcibly reclaim items sold at their own auctions? I’d like to hear your family’s official stance on that.”
Anthony managed a strained smile. “Ms. Silva, forgive me. The Nevilles would never…
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Jason’s sharp gaze halted him. “Mr. Anthony, hold your tongue. I decide how things are handled for the Nevilles.”
Anthony’s face tightened with frustration, and he sighed, voice low, as he tried again to reason. “Sir, please. Each word you speak represents the Nevilles…
Jason’s veneer of charm fell away. “Enough! You’re a butler, Anthony. Don’t presume to lecture me.”
With a resigned nod, Anthony swallowed his frustration. He turned to Vera, an apology in his eyes.
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“Ms. Silva, forgive him. Our young master … he’s still learning. Rest assured, the Nevilles will address this. For now, it may be best if you go.”
Vera glanced at Anthony’s worn expression, her own face shadowed with disappointment. “Very well,” she said quietly, exhaling. “I’ve wasted enough time here.” She turned to leave.
But Ruby wasn’t ready to let her go. Swiftly, she caught Vera by the sleeve, yanking hard.
The fabric tore with a harsh rip, splitting from the shoulder down. Vera grasped the torn edge of her dress, cheeks flushed with anger.
“Ms. Quinn, is this the sort of dignity the Brookhaven Martial Alliance teaches?”
Jason frowned slightly at Ruby’s actions but didn’t retreat. He took a step toward Vera. His voice was cold.
“Ms. Silva, just give Ruby the necklace. No one here wants to see things turn ugly.”
A hush fell across the hall. Each person struck silent.
Ruby, childish in her demands and heedless of consequence, had already crossed a line.
And Jason-usually the pride of the Nevilles-now stood beside her, unmoved by reason.
The disbelief on every face was clear.
Vera herself felt her pulse quicken, astonished at how far they would stoop.
Vera’s gaze burned into Jason. “The Nevilles built their legacy on integrity, admired by everyone, yet here you are, tearing it down with every word.”
A bitter smile tugged at her lips. “So the Nevilles’ reputation is nothing but a shell. You want the necklace? And what gives you the right? Do you even know how absurd you sound?”
Jason’s expression darkened, the
charm he wore so easily dissolving
into something sharper, more
menacing. “In this world, strength is
I
what matters. When I say to hand
over the necklace, you hand it over. I
have no patience for your defiance.”
The room seemed to hold its breath, every eye in the grand hall fixed on Jason, the shadows casting his face into something both stern and cold.
Any trace of the Nevilles’ distinguished heir had vanished entirely.
Ruby, emboldened by his words,
smirked up at Jason, then turned to
Vera. Shejabbed a finger in Vera’s direction. “I’m done repeating myself give me the necklace, or I’ll
sw novel.ne
rip it off along with that dress”
Vera let out a tired laugh. “You’re mad. Robin gave me this necklace. I would rather die than let you have it.”
Jason’s brow knit at Robin’s name, recognition flickering briefly in his eyes. He leaned toward Anthony, lowering his voice. “That name, Robin … It’s familiar. Does he mean something to us?”
Anthony started to answer, “Sir, Mr. Ramsey is-” But his words were cut off as Ruby acted.
With no warning, Ruby lunged forward, clutching the Eternal Moonlit necklace around Vera’s neck. She pulled hard, her movements rough and deliberate.
The delicate chain snapped, and a thin line of blood marked Vera’s neck, stark against her pale skin, where the necklace had been torn away.
A collective gasp echoed through the Crown Banquet of the Harmonfield Hotel.
No one had expected Ruby Quinn, the prized daughter of Draconia’s most influential family, to rip a necklace off another guest-especially not in front of a crowd. Her actions reeked of entitlement, her expression one of icy disdain.
Yet, no one lifted a finger to stop her.
Ruby’s lineage cast a long, dark shadow.
She belonged to the powerful Quinn family of Brookhaven. Her father, Kyler, known as the Southfist King, commanded respect and fear alike.
And her grandfather, Ronald-a martial legend-had once fought a hundred of Draconia’s finest warriors alone.
His prowess and authority had never been contested, even as illness claimed him.
In the Quinn family, loyalty and indulgence knew no bounds. Ronald adored his grandchildren, especially Ruby and her brother Sam.
Whatever they desired, Ronald would ensure was within reach, bending rules and tradition alike to grant them anything their hearts wanted.
With that kind of lineage behind her, Ruby moved through life with the ease of the untouchable.
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Slowly, murmurs began to spread through the crowd, words masked behind raised hands and furtive glances. “Ms. Silva is in for it now.”
“To cross Ruby Quinn? She’ll be lucky if she’s allowed back into Harmonfield at all.”
“Did she even know who she was dealing with? It’s suicide, challenging Ruby like this.”
“And Mr. Neville-he seems completely enchanted by her. They make a fitting pair, don’t they?”
“If the Nevilles and Quinns unite, who would dare stand up to them? Ms. Silva’s brought this upon herself, the poor fool.”
***
Each murmur seemed to add to Ruby’s smug satisfaction.
With the Eternal Moonlit necklace held high, she let the light catch on its shattered fragments, a cold smile tracing her lips. She leaned toward Vera, her words sharp. “If I can’t have it, neither can you.” She let the necklace fall, crashing against the marble, the delicate gems scattering across the floor, cutting through the silence.
Ruby’s gaze dropped to Vera, taking in the torn sleeve and the livid mark across her neck. And her smile only grew wider.
“If you think you can take it from me, I’ll just destroy it!” Ruby spat, her laughter ringing harshly in the hall.
Still unsatisfied, she lifted her foot and crushed the necklace beneath her heel, the gems scattering like shattered dreams. Vera stood in stunned silence, her mind reeling from the audacity of Ruby’s actions.
This exceeded all her expectations.
She remained rooted in place, surrounded by a crowd that whispered and pointed, clearly enjoying her downfall.
Jason’s brows furrowed, taken aback by Ruby’s callousness.
He struggled to find his voice.
Beside him, Anthony exhaled slowly, his tone grave.
“Sir, I think we may have invited trouble.”
Jason turned to him, bewildered. “What kind of trouble?”
“If we don’t manage this situation with Ms. Silva properly, the Nevilles could face serious repercussions.”
Jason’s demeanor hardened. “Mr. Anthony, that’s absurd! The Nevilles stand at the pinnacle of the martial families. Who would dare challenge us?”
Anthony shook his head and leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “The man who purchased the Eternal Moonlit necklace, Mr. Ramsey … He is not someone the Nevilles can afford to antagonize.” “And yet here you are, supporting Ruby in her attempt to humiliate Ms. Silva. This escalation won’t end well for us.”
Jason felt a chill run down his spine.
He recalled his grandfather Tristan’s warning before his departure for Harmonfield: if he ever encountered Mr. Ramsey, he was to avoid provoking him at all costs.
But Jason had never fully grasped the significance of Robin’s identity.
His grandfather’s cautions had not registered deeply with him.
In his eyes, the Nevilles were invincible, the most formidable family around.
Who could ever threaten their supremacy?
Perhaps his grandfather had grown overly cautious in his old age, or he had simply been protective, anxious about Jason’s first real foray into the world.
So what if he had unwittingly stepped into a conflict?
One day, he would lead the Nevilles, and he had no intention of retreating from anyone.
Jason observed the shock etched on Anthony’s face and smirked. “Mr. Anthony, you’re being overly cautious. What can this Robin do? If he dares challenge us, we’ll crush him!” Anthony’s mouth fell open in disbelief. His young master had no idea of the peril he was inviting.
Only those who had truly faced Robin understood the depths of his power.
The name Divine Drakebane resonated with a significance that few could fathom.
It wasn’t merely a title; it was earned through bloodshed and ferocity.
In years past, countless elite assassins and top sects had thought they could take down Robin.
They had ended up as nothing more than remnants, scattered in the aftermath of his wrath.
Anthony recalled the ruin of the Phoenix Vanguard.
The horror of that day haunted him.
To label Robin as Divine Drakebane was to underestimate him; he was a relentless force, a slayer that craved chaos!
The Nevilles stood no chance against such an adversary.
“Sir, please don’t act rashly!” Anthony pleaded. “If you persist in this manner, you could bring disaster upon the Nevilles!”
“You need to approach Ms. Silva at once. Apologize and rein in Ruby before things spiral further out of control. Make our position clear!”
Jason’s tone turned icy. “Enough! Mr. Anthony, are you telling me to cower? I am the future head of the Nevilles. I will not bow to a family as insignificant as the Silvas!”
His words echoed throughout the hall, capturing the attention of everyone present.
Anthony faltered, taken aback. He had hoped to reason with Jason, but the young man was already marching toward Vera.
“Ms. Silva,” he called out, his tone dripping with condescension, “this unfortunate event speaks volumes about your ignorance.”
He acted as though he were a judge, condemning Vera for her perceived failings.
Anthony could only shake his head in dismay; he had missed the chance to intervene.
Vera shot back with a scornful laugh. “You think being a Neville grants you the right to bully me? How absurd!”
Jason’s anger ignited at her defiance.
Jason had never before experienced such blatant contempt directed at him.
Ruby surveyed the unfolding drama with a smirk. “Ms. Silva, I truly don’t know what to say. How dare you speak to Mr. Neville like that? You’re just a thankless little brat!” Vera’s fury ignited. “Ruby, you and he are nothing but trash!”
“How dare you insult me and Mr.
Neville?” Ruby’s hand flew through the air, landing a sharp slap on Vera’s cheek that reverberated throughout the hall. “Today, I will not only destroy this necklace, but I will also make sure you pay for your insolence!”
“Guards!” Ruby shouted, pointing at a group of senior disciples from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. “Strip this wretched girl of her clothing in front of everyone!”
A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.
What is Ruby thinking?
The senior disciples from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance stood frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion.
After an agonizing pause, they approached Vera, compelled by Ruby’s fierce glare.
Anthony sighed heavily, stepping protectively in front of Vera.
“Ms. Quinn, what on earth are you doing?” He asked, urgency creeping into his tone.
Ruby shot him a furious look. “Mr. Anthony, get out of my way. This doesn’t concern you!”
Meanwhile, Jason seethed, still simmering over Vera’s earlier defiance.
He shoved Anthony aside. “This is a matter for Ms. Quinn. Mind your own business!”
As the four senior disciples reached for Vera’s flowing dress at Ruby’s command, a powerful voice thundered from outside.
“Stop!”
The command sliced through the tense air, flooding the hall with an intense brightness as sunlight poured in through the entrance.
In that radiant light, a figure emerged.
Robin stepped forward, his coat billowing around him as he draped it over Vera’s shoulders.
Vera stood frozen, disbelief etched on her face.
At the moment when everything seemed lost, Robin had arrived like a beacon of hope.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, blending relief with joy.
She clung to Robin tightly, whispering, “Robin, so you’re the hero who comes to my aid in my darkest hour?”
Robin blinked, momentarily thrown off by her whimsical words.
“If
you
want to think that, I suppose
so,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his smile.. He glanced at Vera, now teetering on the edge of
entrusted her to Daphne aler
overwhelming emotion, and
Rita,
who had come alongside him.
Robin didn’t flinch as he sent the four disciples crashing back, his movements sharp and efficient.
He turned to Ruby, his voice low and unforgiving. “Give me an explanation, or Brookhaven Martial Alliance won’t have walls left standing.”
The entire hall fell silent. Guests shifted back, whispers buzzing among them.
“Who does he think he is, talking like that?”
“Isn’t he the one who brought Ms. Silva that necklace?” Another voice joined in, curious.
“Strange-I’ve never heard of him in Draconian circles.”
“He came with Daphne,” someone else noted. “Maybe he’s her bodyguard?”
“Seriously? Daphne’s risking all this by stirring trouble with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance?”
…
Ruby blinked in astonishment before letting out a hard laugh.
“Who are you fooling, acting like you’re someone important?” She smirked. “I thought I’d lost you, but here you are, making things easy. So, did you bring the Violet Wyvernroot?” “Hand it over,” she sneered, “and get on your knees. Apologize now, and I might spare your life.”
Robin’s response was a hard, resounding slap across her face. “And who do you think you are that you’d dare to challenge me like this?”
The crowd gasped, eyes wide.
“Did he just strike Ms. Quinn?” one whispered, horrified.
“He’ll regret that!” another warned under his breath.
“Ronald and Kyler won’t let him leave in one piece,” came a hushed reply.
“Someone hit Sam a while ago for some reason. Ronald was going to mobilize everyone he had to kill the guy.”
“Ruby probably has never been hit before in her life.”
…
Ruby stood frozen, her hand pressed to her reddened cheek, her expression clouded with fury. “You dare hit me?” Her voice wavered with anger.
Robin met her gaze, unflinching. “Yes, I dare.”
Without hesitation, his hand came down once more, sharp and unforgiving.
The Crown Banquet hall fell so silent that the faintest breath could be heard.
Every gaze fixed on Robin, expressions of shock and awe written across each face.
Finn, who had loyally remained at
Ruby’s side, Snapped out of his stunned state and stepped forward, positioning himself between her and Robin. His voice shook as he
stammered, “Who … who do you
think you are? How dare you-”
“Out of my way,” Robin’s voice was sharp as steel as he thrust his hand out, sending Finn sprawling back across the room.
Without a second thought, he struck Ruby once more across her face, the blow resounding through the hall.
The crowd fell into a stunned silence.
Ruby herself was dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
She had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that someone would dare raise a hand against her.
“You-you actually hit me?” Her voice quivered with rage. “I’ll make you pay for this-I’ll kill you!”
Robin’s eyes glinted with a cold, unshakable resolve. “You lack the power,” he replied, striking her once more. “Tell me, who gave you the nerve to trample on what I claimed as mine?”
Ruby’s face twisted with fury as her cheeks flushed in humiliation. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper.
“You’ll regret this. My father and grandfather will have you torn limb from limb!”
Robin’s face remained impassive. He pressed a hand firmly on her shoulder, leaning close. “They’ll be the ones kneeling if they dare come here.”
With that, he pushed her down, and with a sickening crack, the marble floor fractured beneath her knees.
Blood spattered across the polished stone, staining the scene in vivid scarlet.
Everyone at the Crown Banquet felt like they were living in a dream.
They couldn’t believe it was real.
Ruby, who had always been shielded and adored by Ronald, Kyler, and the entire Brookhaven Martial Alliance, had just been beaten up at her celebration. And it wasn’t just any beating-she was severely hurt.
Curiosity ran through the crowd as they tried to figure out who this Robin was and whether he understood the consequences of laying a hand on Ruby.
A few Brookhaven Martial Alliance disciples quietly slipped away, rushing to report to the elder enforcers.
Jason, too, was stunned by Robin’s brutal tactics.
It took him a moment to snap back to reality. Looking at Ruby, still kneeling and dazed, he pointed at Robin furiously. “Who are you? How could you hit a woman like that and so viciously?”
“You blind?” Robin raised an eyebrow, replying coolly, “She’s just a piece of trash. Got a problem with me hitting her?”
“You dare insult me?” Jason’s pale face flushed red with anger, his fists clenched as if ready to fight.
But before he could act, Anthony quickly stepped in front of Robin, bowing slightly. “Mr. Ramsey, please forgive him. Jason’s young and reckless…”
“Get lost!” Robin snapped.
Anthony flinched, his face paling as he hesitated, but then he could only step aside quietly.
Jason stared in shock at Anthony, the top martial artist of the Nevilles, acting so deferentially. His composure shattered. “Mr. Anthony, what’s gotten into you? You’re part of the Nevilles! He just told you to get lost, and you’re not going to fight back?” “Jason,” Anthony sighed with a bitter smile, shaking his head. “You’re too young. You should apologize to Mr. Ramsey …
”
“Shut up!” Jason yelled furiously. “You’re embarrassing the entire Nevilles! Today, I’m going to show this arrogant fool who’s in charge here …”
“Jason, calm down. This is Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s affair. Let us handle this troublemaker.” The speaker was Cade Eaton, the Chief Elder of Discipline for Brookhaven Martial Alliance.
All six of the Alliance’s Discipline Elders had arrived.
They nodded respectfully to Anthony and Jason, signaling for Jason to step aside.
Then they turned to face Robin.
Two of the Elders gestured to four female disciples to help Ruby up.
But try as they might, they couldn’t lift her.
“Mr. Eaton, we’re unable to move Ms. Quinn,” one of the female disciples said, defeated.
Frowning, Cade stepped forward to help. “Ms. Quinn …”
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t budge her, and his heart filled with shock.
He looked up at Robin and shouted, “Robin, who are you? How dare you lay a hand on Ms. Quinn! You’re as good as dead!”
Robin gave a cold, faint smile. “Aren’t you even going to ask me why I hit her?”
“Why?” Cade scoffed. “Causing trouble at the Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s celebration-what reason could you have? All I know is you hit Ms. Quinn, and that’s enough to get you killed!”
He turned to Daphne, pointing with arrogance. “And this audacious guy-does he belong to your Violetcrest International? Daphne, are you going to handle this, or should we?”
Daphne’s usual indifferent expression melted into a seductive smile. “Mr. Eaton, are you sure you want to make a move? You’re not exactly young anymore. I’d suggest you get on your knees and apologize to Mr. Ramsey-maybe he’ll let you off easy. Otherwise … ha!” Cade paused, momentarily thrown off balance.
Daphne’s alluring laughter was both bewitching and bone-chilling.
The men in the room were captivated by Daphne’s enchanting laughter, but beneath its charm, a chilling intent loomed.
“Daphne, are you telling me Violetcrest International would stand against the Brookhaven Martial Alliance for this guy? Aren’t you afraid we’ll wipe you out entirely?” Cade’s tone carried a dangerous edge.
“Stand against you? The Brookhaven Martial Alliance isn’t worthy,” Daphne laughed, a bold, mocking sound that abruptly cut off. “Mr. Eaton, if you don’t believe me, go ahead and try.”
“Da*n it!” Cade’s hand shot forward, his palm thrusting toward Robin.
Gasps echoed through the hall. As the Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s Chief Elder of Discipline, Cade’s power was indisputable. His strike unleashed a powerful force that rippled outward, forcing the crowd to stagger back several steps. “Such force!”
“Robin’s finished!”
“What on earth is Daphne thinking, putting herself at odds with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance for him? She’s lost her mind.”
…
Seeing Cade’s fierce power, Rita instinctively drew her dagger.
“Too weak,” Robin muttered, shaking his head. He stomped his foot down on the marble floor.
A dull sound resonated, though the marble itself remained intact. Yet Cade, who had launched himself forward, suddenly halted just a meter from Robin. Under Cade’s feet, the marble split apart, fracturing violently.
“Ugh!” Cade staggered back, clutching his chest as his face went pale and a spray of blood burst from his mouth. Staring at Robin, he gasped in horror, “You used a soundwave technique? One Strike Decisive? You’re Lord Drakebane… Robin smiled coldly.
Cade’s heart sank with regret. At that moment, he finally understood Robin’s true identity, but it was too late.
Before he could say another word, Cade crumpled to the ground. Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s Chief Elder of Discipline would spend the rest of his days bedridden, a shadow of his former self. FindNovel
“You crippled Mr. Eaton?! We’ll kill you!” The remaining five Elders of Discipline charged toward Robin.
Robin smirked. “Think you can?”
With a single stomp, a powerful shockwave reverberated, sending all five elder enforcers flying back, crashing against the walls, and falling unconscious.
Silence filled the banquet hall.
Everyone had assumed that with the
six Elders of Discipline from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance
stepping in, Robin would have been finished. But now, almost the entire strength of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance lay defeated at Robin’s hands, without so much as a chance to retaliate.
No wonder he was so brazen; his skill was clearly on another level.
Still, could Robin and Daphne of Violetcrest International alone truly stand against Draconia’s most powerful martial arts alliance? It seemed absurdly overconfident.
Everyone knew the Alliance’s real
power lay with the legendary
warlords of the Ronald era, who
hadn’t even appeared yet. Those
were the figures who truly embodied
the Alliance’s strength.
It looked like Robin had stirred up serious trouble.
As the murmurs grew louder, Jason snapped out of his shock and stepped forward, pointing at Robin. “You’re nothing but a violent brute! How could you strike with such cruelty?”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to challenge me?”
Anthony quickly stepped in to stop Jason, only to be shoved aside.
“Challenge you?” Jason sneered coldly. “You’re nothing in front of the Nevilles!”
“You don’t understand the Nevilles’ power, do you? You, a mere thug, dare speak to me like this? How bold!” Jason sneered.
Robin looked him over with a smirk. “And what else can you do besides flaunting your family’s name around like some badge of honor?”
“Fine! Since you only respect power, let me show you what true power looks like!”
Before Jason could respond, Robin struck him hard, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Gasps filled the banquet hall.
“He hit Jason?”
“Has he lost his mind?”
“This is about to spiral out of control!”
“Robin won’t be able to walk away from this.”
“Tristan’s going to kill him for this.”
“Isn’t it time for Anthony to step in?”
…
“Mr. Ramsey. Please calm down… “Anthony shook his head and helped Jason to his feet. “Jason, apologize to Mr. Ramsey right now!”
“What? Anthony, what are you saying?” Jason, his hair disheveled, shouted furiously, “He hit me, and you want me to apologize? Have you lost your mind? Get out of my way!” Anthony pleaded desperately, “Jason, you need to calm down! We were in the wrong, and Mr. Ramsey had no intention of escalating this. Don’t make things worse!” “Mr. Ramsey is not someone we can afford to offend!”
“No! There’s no right or wrong here as far as I’m concerned! He hit me, so he has to pay!” Jason, ignoring Anthony, staggered to his feet and lunged at Robin. Robin slapped him across the face. “The Nevilles? What are they to me?”
This time, Robin didn’t hold back, hitting him over and over. The sound of each slap echoed across the Crown Banquet Hall.
By the time he stopped, Jason’s handsome face was swollen beyond recognition.
“Kneel!” Robin struck Jason’s shoulder.
Jason fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
“Someone as useless as you dares to act out? Looks like the Nevilles are done for.”
Anthony trembled, falling to his knees before Robin. “Mr. Ramsey, please, Jason is still young …
”
“Shut up!” Robin’s voice was cold. “If he’s too young to handle himself, then he shouldn’t be out here making a fool of himself. No one’s going to indulge him.”
“If he’s done wrong, he’ll face the consequences.”
Seeing Robin’s anger, Anthony sighed helplessly and dialed Tristan’s number.
“Mr. Tristan, I apologize. I failed in my duty-Jason’s gotten himself into trouble; he’s offended Mr. Ramsey…
The other guests glanced sympathetically at Robin.
Tristan was the most powerful figure in the martial arts world. If he heard his grandson was beaten, he’d no doubt tear Robin to pieces. Violetcrest International would be doomed as well. After a long silence on the other end, Tristan finally spoke. “Put Mr. Ramsey on the phone.”
Anthony immediately handed the phone to Robin, activating the speaker.
“Mr. Ramsey, this is Tristan. Jason is still young and acted recklessly. I’ll come to Harmonfield right away to apologize in person. Please, I beg you to spare Jason.”
“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Robin’s tone was icy. “Your family crossed me, and now you’ll bear my wrath!”
Tristan’s deferential tone over the phone stunned everyone in the hall.
The head of the Nevilles, the foremost family in martial arts, was bowing down to Robin.
Everyone had assumed Robin was just Daphne’s bodyguard, unable to believe what they were seeing.
They had all misjudged. Robin was the true powerhouse here.
Reflecting on Anthony’s earlier attitude, they finally understood the situation.
And now, Daphne standing beside Robin looked more like an attendant than an equal.
But the question everyone was left with was just how powerful Robin’s background was to make even Tristan plead.
At that moment, Vera began to relax, catching the pleasant scent from Robin’s coat as she looked up at his tall figure. Her world was only just beginning.
Meanwhile, the branch leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, along with several disciples, were filled with terror.
Knox, among them, slipped away from the crowd and dashed up to the VIP lounge on the second floor.
Moments later, Kyler, upon hearing about the situation unfolding at the Crown Banquet, rushed down from the VIP area, followed by Ronald and the Brookhaven Martial Alliance’s Four Heavenly Kings-Wilder and Drake included. The scene they encountered in the Crown Banquet hall left them instantly stunned.
Ruby and Jason were kneeling on the floor, their faces bloodied and their eyes dazed.
Beside them, Anthony was also kneeling.
Six Elders of Discipline, four senior disciples, and Finn Eaton from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance lay unconscious.
All the guests had retreated to the edges of the hall, leaving only Robin and Daphne in the center.
Drake took a sharp breath, quickly grasping what had happened.
The Quinns and the Nevilles had clashed with Robin.
Without a second thought, he left Ronald’s side and hurried to Robin. “Mr. Ramsey!”
Robin nodded in acknowledgment.
Drake immediately took his place at Robin’s side.
By aligning himself with Robin, he left no doubt about where the Dunn family, the top family in Harmonfield, stood in this conflict. After a brief pause, Wilder also disregarded Ronald’s reaction, hurriedly stepping forward with a respectful bow. “Master!”
Robin glanced at him with an amused smile.
Wilder was thrilled. Robin’s response suggested he accepted him as his disciple.
Wilder’s title of “Master” sent a wave of shock through the hall.
The revelation that the president of the Draconia Holistic Medicine and Health Association was Robin’s disciple was staggering. This new information not only shocked the crowd but also tightened the expressions of both Ronald and Kyler.
Ronald squinted as he studied Robin, wondering if this man was the mysterious healer who had treated Martin and Timothy. Seeing the scene before him, his suspicions were almost confirmed.
Wilder and Drake’s actions made their allegiance unmistakably clear.
Knox whispered to Ronald, “Mr. Quinn, he’s the one who took down the Brookhaven Butcher, defeated Sam, and killed Ivan.” Kyler, hearing this, was furious.
He stormed up to Robin, declaring, “You struck my daughter-I’ll kill you!”
Daphne stepped forward, her tone icy. “Mr. Kyler, is everyone in the Brookhaven Martial Alliance so rude? Shouldn’t you at least ask why Mr. Ramsey hit your daughter before you threatened to kill him?” Kyler’s face darkened with rage. “Do I need a reason when he’s beaten my daughter like this?”
Daphne laughed. “Your daughter assaulted Ms. Silva, destroyed her necklace, and even tried to publicly rip her clothes off. Such shameful behavior-Mr. Ramsey was doing you a favor by disciplining her!”
Kyler raged, “D*mn it! Whatever Ruby does is right. She showed that useless Ms. Vera some respect just by laying a hand on her. Ms. Vera is nothing compared to Ruby!”
Robin chuckled coldly. “The Brookhaven Martial Alliance sure operates on a thuggish sense of logic-no wonder a daughter with such deplorable manners came out of it.” He added, “Seems your daughter is destined to live in disgrace her whole life.”
Before Kyler could react, Robin grabbed Ruby by the hair and slammed her head onto the marble floor.
Bang! Ruby let out a scream before slumping to the ground, unconscious and covered in blood.
Gasps filled the room.
“That was brutal!”
“He’s openly provoking the Brookhaven Martial Alliance!”
Ronald, sitting in his wheelchair, was so shaken that he looked like he was about to stand up. He caught himself but couldn’t mask his fury.
From across the room, Drake noticed Ronald’s attempt to rise and felt a wave of shock. Rumor had it that Ronald hadn’t stood in decades due to a strange illness, yet here he was, apparently able to move on reflex. Drake couldn’t help but wonder if Ronald’s paralysis was an act, and if so, for what purpose.
Ronald exchanged a glance with the Four Heavenly Kings by his side. They tensed up immediately, poised to strike.
Meanwhile, Kyler looked ready to explode. Muscles tense and eyes blazing with murderous intent, he growled, “You scum! I’ll make sure you die here!”
With that, he lunged at Robin.
“Kyler, think twice before you act!”
Just then, a commotion erupted at the hotel entrance. A group of people hurried into the hall-led by Carson Wright, the wealthiest man in Brookhaven.
One look at the chaotic scene told Carson everything he needed to know. He shook his head in disapproval at Kyler, then walked briskly to Robin. “Mr. Ramsey, I apologize. I didn’t anticipate this. This is all due to my oversight.”
Robin’s expression remained impassive. “This has nothing to do with you.”
Carson nodded and took his place beside Robin.
Kyler froze in shock. “Mr. Wright, you … ?”
Carson gave him a dark look. “Handle this yourself.”
In an instant, Kyler
understood-Robin was the influential figure Carson had mentioned. He suddenly felt lost, looking around at the people standing beside Robin: Carson Wilder, Drake, and Daphne. These prominent figures had made it clear where they stood in the conflict
between Robin and the Brookhaven
Martial Alliance.
His eyes darted over to Jason and Anthony, from the prominent Neville family, both kneeling before Robin. Calming himself, Kyler hesitated, trying to fathom who Robin could be to command such reverence. “Everyone, get down on your knees!”
Ronald’s furious roar shattered the silence.
Kyler, taken aback, stammered, “Dad, but he hit Ruby…”
“Kneel!” Ronald bellowed, pointing at Kyler.
“Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Silva! They are esteemed guests of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. Ruby was at fault here, not Mr. Ramsey.”
The room fell into stunned silence. Ronald, the founder of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, showed the kind of magnanimity and foresight few could match.
Despite Ronald’s deep indulgence toward Ruby, when faced with a critical matter of right and wrong, he displayed the poise and discipline expected of a grandmaster. Kyler hesitated as he looked at Ruby, who was in a pitiful state.
“Kyler, kneel and apologize to Mr. Ramsey right now!” Ronald ordered.
Kyler gritted his teeth, then knelt. “Mr. Ramsey, I’m sorry. I will immediately compensate Ms. Silva for her losses.”
He turned to a nearby Martial Alliance disciple and barked, “Transfer 5 billion dollars to Ms. Silva right now!”
Ronald’s voice grew stern. “Kyler, you were at fault too. You disrespected both Mr. Ramsey and Ms. Silva. You’ll pay ten times the amount!”
He then turned to Robin with a smile
that tried to conceal his unease. “Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Silva, and honored guests, I sincerely apologize for the disrespect you faced during our Brookhaven Martial Alliance
ceremony. Please accept quove
efforts
tomake amends as a token of our regret.”
“Ruby’s behavior is my responsibility. I’ve spoiled her, and I’ll reflect on this,” he added.
“Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Silva, everyone present, would you honor me by joining me in the VIP room upstairs? My men will bring the funds there shortly.”
Seeing that Robin ignored him, Ronald forced a chuckle and attempted to smooth over the situation. “It’s okay. We can complete the compensation right here.”
Before long, leaders from the various Martial Alliance branches brought the total amount forward to Ronald.
Ronald hesitated briefly, then looked up at Robin. “Mr. Ramsey, my apologies. Even after gathering everything from each branch, we only managed to pull together 30 billion dollars.”
“Mr. Quinn, didn’t we already raise the required 5 bi-” Knox began, but Ronald slapped him across the face before he could finish. “Can’t you see I’m talking to Mr. Ramsey? Are you blind?” Knox dropped to his knees in terror, not daring to say another word.
Ronald gave a self-deprecating laugh. “My apologies, Mr. Ramsey. My subordinates are rough around the edges and poorly disciplined.”
“As of now, we’re still short 20 billion dollars. We’ll need a bit more time to gather the full 50 billion.”
“How about this, Mr. Ramsey? Please accept the 30 billion now, and I promise to personally deliver the remaining 20 billion to you by midnight tonight.”
“You have my word-our family doesn’t owe anyone money.”
Robin gave Ronald a long, unreadable look. “Fine. I’ll be waiting tonight,” he replied before turning to leave the hotel lobby.
Just then, Alice, Zachary, and Liam
rushed in, only to be met with the tense atmosphere lingering in the room. Alice stepped in front of Robin, her expression furious. “Robin, did you start something again? Do you even realize where you are?”
She caught sight of Ruby bloodied and being lifted by medical personnel and immediately understood. “You attacked Ms. Quinn? Robin, how could you do that? Go and apologize to the Quinns right now…” “Out of the way!” Rita snapped, shoving Alice aside. “Idiot!”
As Robin and his group walked away, Alice shouted after them, “Robin, you’re just going to walk out after hitting Ms. Quinn? Get back here!”
Kyler, still fuming, sneered at Alice’s yell. “D*mn! And who the hell are you? Get lost!”
…
In the private chamber on the second floor of the Harmonfield Hotel, Ronald watched from the window as Robin and his group left, his eyes seething with murderous intent.
After a moment, he turned to the Four Heavenly Kings, who stood by with cold expressions, and commanded, “Tonight, make sure Robin is dead.”
“Understood, Mr. Quinn,” one of the Four Heavenly Kings replied, a sinister smile tugging at his lips.
Alice had come hoping to impress the Quinns, but instead, Kyler had humiliated her. She was furious.
This whole mess was because of Robin.
If that jerk hadn’t disrupted the celebration, Kyler wouldn’t have lost his temper, and she wouldn’t have been kicked out of the hotel by the president of the Martial Alliance. She could have made some valuable connections among Brookhaven’s elite.
Yesterday, she had gone to great lengths to get two invitations to this high-profile event from Liam, but things had turned out like this. She’d planned to expand her social network and even hand out invitations for her engagement to Zachary next week. Now, with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance celebration ruined, that plan had completely fallen apart.
Standing outside the hotel entrance, Alice grew angrier with each passing thought.
“What’s wrong, Alice? Let’s go,” Zachary said, noticing her scowl and guiding her toward the parking lot.
Alice sighed. “Zachary, where are the engagement invitations?”
Zachary pointed at his assistant behind them. “They’re in the bag. Since the event didn’t happen, we couldn’t hand them out.”
“It’s all Robin’s fault!” Alice seethed, glaring at Robin, who was a short distance ahead.
When she spotted Daphne walking beside him, her eyes lit up. “Zachary, look! There’s Ms. West! Let’s go give her an invitation.”
Zachary snapped his fingers, excited. “Oh, I nearly forgot about that.”
“Alice, we should give Robin one too. How could our engagement party be complete without him? Hahaha…”
Alice chuckled along with him. “Great idea, Zachary! I want him there to see the grandeur of our engagement.”
“That day, you have to make it extravagant!” Alice added, her eyes glinting. “I want Robin to feel crushed, to know he could never have someone like me. Let him see that I’m someone he’ll never possess! Hahaha…”
Zachary looked toward Robin with a mocking smile. “I can already picture Robin’s face when he sees you as my bride utterly devastated.”
Alice sneered. “Then he’ll finally understand that he and we aren’t even from the same world. Let’s go; we should catch up to them.”
Zachary and Alice picked up the pace.
“Ms. West, hello!” Alice greeted Daphne respectfully as she and Robin stopped in front of them.
Daphne gave Alice a cold glance, saying nothing.
Undeterred, Alice flattered her. “Ms. West, I’ve always admired you-you’re my absolute role model.”
“Oh?” Daphne raised her brow indifferently. “Plenty of people admire me. What do you want?”
Alice quickly pulled out the engagement invitation, offering it with both hands.
“Ms. West, this weekend-on the day after Old Mr. Wright’s banquet-Zachary and I are having our engagement ceremony. We’d be honored if you could attend.”
Daphne glanced at the invitation Alice was holding out but didn’t take it. “I won’t be attending.”
“Move,” Rita said, shoving Alice aside as she followed Daphne.
Alice stood there, embarrassed.
Turning to Vera, she forced a smile. “Vera, it’s fortunate that you’re here today. I’ll give you your invitation now instead of delivering it later.”
Alice glanced up at Robin with a playful smirk. “Robin, I hadn’t planned to tell you this, but since you’re here, let me give you an invitation. Come by and see me in my wedding dress.”
“I don’t have the time,” Robin replied, brushing past Alice and Zachary on his way to the parking lot.
“Robin, stop right there!” Alice shouted at his back in frustration. “I know you’re avoiding our engagement because it makes you uncomfortable to see me marrying Zachary!”
“We were nice enough to come give you an invitation so you could attend our engagement party. We’re showing you a lot of respect, and this is how you act? Are you still bitter over me ending our engagement?” “You’re so petty! Men like you, with no class, are beneath me!”
Vera let out a wry smile. “Alice, Robin never cared about your breakup in the first place.”
“You’re about to get married. Why are you still stuck on this? What’s the point? Or are you not over Robin?”
Alice scoffed, sneering. “Why would I be hung up on a brute like him?”
“Vera, I can’t believe you’d even suggest that. I’d never lower myself for a man like him-we’re on completely different levels!”
Vera took a deep breath, clutching her coat tighter. “Fine, Alice, Zachary, I’ll be going now. I’ll see you on the day of your engagement celebration.”
As Alice watched Vera leave, she noticed Vera was wrapped in Robin’s coat.
Alice grabbed Vera’s arm. “Vera, you and Robin seem close-do you have feelings for him?”
Vera paused, then, catching the irritation in Alice’s gaze, nodded. “Yes, I do. Is that a problem?”
“Vera, seriously? How could you be interested in someone like Robin-”
Vera’s expression turned ice-cold. “Alice, I won’t let you talk about Robin like that! Apart from my mother, he’s the one person who’s always been there for me.”
“In the past, I might have ignored your insults toward him. But from now on, remember this: I won’t allow you to humiliate him again!”
With that, Vera pulled her arm free and rushed over to Robin, linking her arm with his affectionately.
Watching the two walk away together filled Alice with a strange sense of irritation.
She glared at their retreating figures, gritting her teeth. “Vera, sticking with Robin will only bring you regret!”
Just then, Anthony hurried out of the hotel lobby, Jason trailing behind him.
Jason’s face was clean now, though some swelling and redness remained.
“Mr. Anthony, why are we rushing?” Jason asked, panting.
Anthony, glancing at Robin ahead, urged him on. “Come on, Jason. If we don’t hurry, Mr. Ramsey might be gone by the time we get there.”
Jason grumbled, annoyed. “What do we even need him for?”
“Just stay quiet, Jason, and catch up
with me. explain everything once we’re there.” Without another word, Anthony pulled Jason along, catching up to Robin just as he reached his car.
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Robin was about to get in when Anthony called out, “Mr. Ramsey, please wait!”
Robin paused and turned around, watching Anthony approach. “What can I help you with?”
Anthony glanced at the people inside the car, then lowered his voice. “Mr. Ramsey, Mr. Tristan asked me to pass along a message: something has happened with Phoenix Vanguard.” Robin raised an eyebrow. “You came all this way just to tell me that?”
Anthony hesitated for a moment. “Mr. Ramsey the Vice Dragon Leader of Phoenix Vanguard, Drogo, has placed Dragon Leader and Madam Mavis under house arrest. Rumor has it the Seven Evils of Phoenix Vanguard are on their way teHarmonfield, and they might be planning to target you.”
Robin gave a cold smile. “Are you done?”
After a brief pause, Anthony nodded.
Robin got into his car. As he shut the door, Anthony stepped forward and added, “Mr. Ramsey, Mr. Tristan is already on his way and will arrive tonight.” Robin closed the door and drove off.
Jason watched Robin’s departure, visibly annoyed. “Mr. Anthony, Robin is so arrogant! With that attitude, why bother being polite to him? Could it be that… Anthony straightened up, his expression turning stern. “Jason, don’t speak like that. Mr. Ramsey is not someone we can afford to provoke.”
Jason scoffed. “What’s so untouchable about him? I don’t see anything special.”
“Mr. Anthony, you mentioned that Phoenix Vanguard has undergone a major upheaval, with the Vice Dragon Leader imprisoning Mavis and the others. Why isn’t Grandpa heading to Phoenix Vanguard to help Mavis? What’s he doing here in Harmonfield instead?”
“And why did you even bother informing Robin?”
Anthony shook his head. “Jason, Phoenix Vanguard has many skilled fighters. We wouldn’t stand a chance against them with our strength.”
“Drogo’s move was well planned-he’s already taken control of both the inner and outer sects of Phoenix Vanguard.”
“The information I have says Drogo dispatched the Seven Evils of Phoenix Vanguard to Harmonfield. Their target is Robin.”
“Master fighters from all Phoenix Vanguard branches have received the Dragon Token and are on their way to Harmonfield. Tonight, things will be extremely dangerous here.” Jason’s face paled. “Mr. Anthony, then why is Grandpa coming? Are we supposed to help Drogo eliminate Robin?” Anthony quickly cut him off. “Jason, don’t say such things. Wait until Mr. Tristan arrives before jumping to conclusions.” Jason, clearly shaken by the news, took a moment to gather himself.
“Mr. Anthony, Robin is around my age, yet Phoenix Vanguard is using such massive resources to hunt him down?” “What grudge does Phoenix Vanguard have against Robin that they would go to such lengths to track him across regions?”
Anthony sighed. “Jason, despite his young age, Mr. Ramsey’s background is terrifying.”
“I don’t know the full story myself, but I do know that there isn’t a single person in the world who dares to stand against him or the forces behind him.”
“It’s not just the Nevilles-even the most powerful families and sects worldwide wouldn’t risk provoking him.”
“Years ago, the Leader of Phoenix Vanguard followed the Dark Lord’s advice and provoked the newly-emerged ‘Drakebane.””
“Phoenix Vanguard was nearly wiped out overnight.”
“Mr. Chapman immediately ordered that Phoenix Vanguard would forever submit to him, and all disciples were required to address him as their master.”
“Anyone who defied this would face eternal pursuit from Phoenix Vanguard’s enforcers-a hunt that wouldn’t end until death.”
“Now, Drogo has not only taken control of Mr. Chapman but has ordered Phoenix Vanguard disciples to eliminate Robin. This could spell the end of Phoenix Vanguard.”
“This time, Mr. Tristan’s arrival in Harmonfield is certain to bring major decisions. The Nevilles have already mobilized all their top fighters.”
In the center of the Davidson family’s villa hall in the Eastern Suburb, Ronald sat firmly in his wheelchair, with the Four Heavenly Kings standing behind him.
Kyler stood before Ronald, flanked by leaders from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance and the Davidson family.
Walter Murray, Overseer of Phoenix Vanguard’s Loyalty Hall, approached him, led by two Martial Alliance disciples.
As Overseer, Walter was responsible for conducting internal inspections and managing external communications.
His primary purpose in coming to Harmonfield was to deliver a letter from Drogo, the former Deputy Dragon Leader of Phoenix Vanguard.
“Mr. Quinn, Phoenix Vanguard’s Dragon Token is now in Mr. Drogo’s care, Walter said as he handed Drogo’s handwritten letter to Ronald.”
“Mr. Drogo wanted you to know that Phoenix Vanguard and Divine Drakebane share a deep-seated grudge that cannot be reconciled.”
“Cassian Chapman, the former Dragon Leader of Phoenix Vanguard, and his wife were placed under house arrest after making a humiliating pact with Divine Drakebane years ago.”
Mr. Drogo has now used the Dragon Token to rally Phoenix Vanguard’s elite fighters to end Divine Drakebane and cleanse Phoenix Vanguard of its shame.”
“Mr. Quinn, Mr. Drogo hopes to join forces with you in eliminating Divine Drakebane.”
Ronald chuckled. “Mr. Murray, it seems Mr. Drogo holds the Brookhaven Martial Alliance in very high regard.”
“We’re in no position to challenge someone as powerful as Divine Drakebane. I fear our limited resources would be of little help.”
“Three years ago, under Cassian’s leadership, Phoenix Vanguard reached its peak in fifty years. Rumor has it Divine Drakebane single-handedly defeated you all.”
“With what little we have, how could we even consider confronting someone like Divine Drakebane?”
“Besides, we’ve never even seen this Divine Drakebane, nor do we have any personal grievances. Why would we invite trouble from such a demon?”
Walter sneered. “Mr. Quinn, perhaps you’re unaware, but Brookhaven Martial Alliance has long held grudges against Divine Drakebane.”
Ronald’s calm smile persisted. “Mr. Murray, you shouldn’t make such accusations lightly.”
Walter replied coldly, “Setting aside the incidents with Butcher and Mr. Spencer, both your grandson and granddaughter were hurt by this man. You already have a score to settle with him.” At his words, the smile on Ronald’s face froze.
“Mr. Murray, do you mean that the one who injured my granddaughter Ruby in today’s ceremony is … ?”
Walter nodded. “Mr. Quinn, it’s none other than Divine Drakebane!”
“I’d assumed he was just some reckless newcomer in the underground with decent martial arts skills. I never imagined he was actually the legendary Divine Drakebane who once shook the entire underground!”
“Had I not intervened at today’s celebration, the entire Brookhaven Martial Alliance would’ve been wiped out! There’s no way we can wade into such dangerous waters now.”
“Suppose even joining forces with Phoenix Vanguard wouldn’t be enough to take him down, we’d only be walking straight to our own demise.”
Walter chuckled. “Mr. Quinn, while others may not know what the Brookhaven Martial Alliance is truly capable of, we in Phoenix Vanguard are fully aware.”
“That strange illness you suffered decades ago came on far too suddenly. Rumor has it even the head of Healing Haven, Apollo Whitloc, couldn’t cure you. And yet, here you are, alive and well.”
“People assumed that Southfist Grandmaster, one of the most fearsome of his time, had been lost to that mysterious illness-but it seems the truth is different, isn’t it, Mr. Quinn? You’ve been feigning illness all these years, haven’t you?” “To keep up the act for so long takes an impressive patience, something beyond the reach of most.”
Kyler froze momentarily before snapping angrily, “What are you insinuating? My father’s illness was well-known across the underground!”
The leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were stunned by Walter’s words, finding them absurd-like hearing a far-fetched legend.
Back then, Ronald had risen to become the undisputed master of Southfist at the height of his power-why would he fake an illness and withdraw from the underground?
“Such claims are utterly nonsensical!”
Ronald glared sharply at Walter, then burst out laughing. “Mr. Murray, did Mr. Drogo receive some incorrect intelligence?”
Walter smiled faintly and continued, “Mr. Quinn, you offended a mysterious figure years ago. It’s rumored that this person has connections with a secret organization in the Draconia military.”
“You were worried that this individual would seek revenge and hinder your vision of establishing Draconia’s largest Martial Alliance, so you feigned an illness to avoid that disaster.”
“For reasons unknown, this person mysteriously disappeared. Whether you had anything to do with it, perhaps only you know the truth.”
“I must say, maintaining a facade of illness for decades is truly impressive. Such a feat can only be achieved by someone with great aspirations!”
“During the 40-plus years that you feigned illness, Brookhaven Martial Alliance has evolved from a minor martial arts sect to the largest sect in the Draconia martial arts world.”
“Mr. Quinn, we need not delve further into the details of this matter. As a Grandmaster, you surely had your own reasons for such actions.”
“My purpose here was simply to convey Mr. Drogo’s intentions to you. Mr. Quinn, I believe that someone who aims for greatness will undoubtedly gauge the situation and seize the most advantageous moment to eliminate any threats.”
“Mr. Drogo feels that if Brookhaven Martial Alliance is willing to join forces with Phoenix Vanguard to eliminate our common enemy, tonight is the best opportunity! From this point forward, Phoenix Vanguard can offer Brookhaven Martial Alliance more collaborative opportunities.”
Walter looked at the Four Heavenly Kings and remarked, “Mr. Quinn, considering the top fighters you have, including yourself, few can defeat you in Draconia or anywhere else in the world.”
“If we do not act now, this opportunity may never come again.”
Ronald laughed heartily. “In recent
years, Drogo has done quite a bit to
the
position himself as the Dragon Leader of Phoenix Vanguard. Alright! Since Drogo is willing to take plunge, I will agree to join forces with you tonight to take out Divine Drakebane!”
In the Secret Command Hub of Dragon Palace, located at Westhill Cemetery, Jack sat at the central conference table, reviewing the recent autopsy reports concerning the three bodies found in Westhill Cemetery, as well as their
backgrounds and purposes for
entering Draconia.
The researchers’ findings still failed to determine why the blood of the three Sakuran warriors was completely drained from their bodies after death.
It appeared they had been drained of their blood by some strange entity.
According to all the investigations, there was no known beast in this world that hunted other creatures in such a manner.
Yet, Jack was aware that decades ago, there had been an incredibly powerful figure whose cold weapon could accomplish such a feat!
Back then, he only learned about it through some video footage and had never seen the corpses himself.
However, in the following decades, such incidents never occurred again.
Two Shadow Guards rushed in, saying, “General Grayson, we have important information to report to you.” “What’s going on?” Jack asked as he set down the photo in his hand.
“General Grayson, according to our
intelligence network, there was a significant upheaval in Phoenix Vanguard last night. The Dragon_ Leader Cassian Chapman, has been placed under house arrest by Deputy Dragon Leader Drogo, who is now the Dragon Leader of Phoenix Vanguard.”
Jack frowned. “An upheaval in Phoenix Vanguard? That’s something I didn’t expect!”
The Shadow Guard continued, “Drogo has held Cassian captive under the pretext of seeking vengeance for Phoenix Vanguard.”
“Tonight, he dispatched Phoenix Vanguard’s Seven Evils to infiltrate Harmonfield.”
“Additionally, various experts from Phoenix Vanguard are all rushing to this Harmonfield.”
“They want revenge for Phoenix Vanguard? What are they doing in Harmonfield? Is there a target for them to avenge?”
The Shadow Guard shook his head. “General Grayson, we’re still unclear about that. We have yet to receive information on who they intend to target for their revenge upon infiltrating Harmonfield.”
At that moment, Jack received a secret message: “The goal of Phoenix Vanguard’s experts entering Harmonfield is to kill Robin Ramsey!”
Jack’s eyes lit up upon seeing the news. “Robin Ramsey? It seems this young man has quite an impressive background!”
After pondering for a moment, a meaningful smile crept onto Jack’s lips.
The Shadow Guard didn’t understand what Jack meant but continued reporting, “General Grayson, at the Brookhaven Martial Alliance celebration at Harmonfield Hotel, the Quinns had a confrontation with a young man named Robin.” “Although the Quinn family appeared to have compromised and backed down, reliable intelligence suggests that Ronald is preparing to take action against Robin tonight.”
“Moreover, Phoenix Vanguard has already made contact with Ronald; they have decided to join forces to eliminate Robin.”
“Oh? It seems tonight will be bustling with activities!” Jack was stunned for a while.
It appeared that Robin was indeed someone significant, having drawn the attention of so many underground bigwigs aiming to deal with him.
One was the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, the largest martial arts sect in Draconia, while the other was the established sect, Phoenix Vanguard.
To become an opponent of such organizations was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
Jack pondered for a moment before looking at the Shadow Guard. “Deploy our resources immediately. Track tonight’s entire assassination attempt on Robin by Phoenix Vanguard and Brookhaven Martial Alliance.”
“Are we taking any action, General Grayson?” the Shadow Guard asked hesitantly.
“We’re only conducting silent surveillance. It must remain completely confidential and undetectable.”
“For this operation, don’t set up any equipment in advance, and don’t alert Phoenix Vanguard or Brookhaven Martial Alliance. No instruments of any kind are allowed!”
“I have one last update, General. Tristan Neville from the martial arts family has brought all the experts from his family into Draconia and is now headed toward Harmonfield.”
“I see.” Jack nodded. After the Shadow Guard departed, he sank deep into thought.
Tristan’s purpose in going to Harmonfield is Robin. Who is this young man, exactly?
Why has Dragon Palace’s intelligence network shown no reaction to his entry into Draconia?
Even Draconia’s top intelligence agency has failed to uncover his background. What is his true identity?
Could he be the one Dragon Palace has been secretly seeking all along?
Jack began pacing, recalling his encounters with Robin. He hadn’t noticed anything unusual about the young man.
Nevertheless, tonight’s operation by Brookhaven Martial Alliance and Phoenix Vanguard was bound to reveal Robin’s true identity!
Across from Blossom Haven, a bar in Harmonfield’s southern suburbs, a group of well-dressed men stood observing.
They were field debt collection agents from TrustGen Loans, led by Stuart McCarthy, a man in his thirties and the team leader of Field DebtCollection Team A.
Stuart eyed the modest bar thoughtfully before asking, “Mr. Price, are you sure all 300 clients we need to collect from today work here?”
The lawyer, Gregory Price, nodded. “Yes, Mr. McCarthy. The information from the Sales Department points here. This bar is part of the Tigerspire Group in Harmonfield, which is well-funded, and its employees earn high salaries.”
Stuart took the debtor information from Gregory, still cautious. “Could you double-check? Are we really sure the employees here have such high earnings? It seems a bit hard to believe.”
Gregory replied without hesitation. “Yes, Mr. McCarthy. According to the platform database, this bar has substantial registered capital and solid financial backing. Friends of mine say it gets extremely busy at night.”
He went on, “I also researched this before coming. Tigerspire Group operates dozens of venues, including bars, karaoke halls, hotels, and private clubs.”
“The employees here who’ve taken loans from TrustGen Loans all reported monthly incomes above 30,000 dollars,” Gregory confirmed. “Based on this, their loan limits were set between 200,000 and 500,000 dollars, and quite a few hold department management positions.”
Stuart knitted his brows as he listened to Gregory’s statement. “I went over the loan applications. They all list manager positions. If the information is correct, this small bar supposedly only hires supervisors, with each person earning over 50,000 dollars a month. Do you buy that?”
Gregory replied, “Well, we aren’t sure about that, Mr. McCarthy. All we can say is that the basic information checks out as they presented it.”
“Plus, their official emails and income statements all carry Tigerspire Group’s endorsement. Surely their company wouldn’t be helping them falsify personal records, would they?”
Stuart pointed at Blossom Haven with a furrowed brow and said in a clearly skeptical tone, “This bar supposedly has 300 employees, with 299 claiming to be managers. Does that make any sense to you?” Gregory and the other suited men scratched their heads in silence.
That is exactly what the records show.
Could it be that we were scammed?
It’s always us at TrustGen Loans who do the deceiving-how could we possibly be the ones getting scammed?”
Stuart was a top debt collector supervisor at TrustGen Loans, a collection agency in Harmonfield.
Today, he led a team to the Blossom Haven bar for on-site deby collections.
At TrustGen Loans, their online loan system stipulated that any borrowed funds typically had a repayment period of ten days.
However, once borrowers secured a loan, they would immediately activate phone calls and on-site collection procedures on the same day, demanding repayment that was double the principal and agreed-upon interest.
Clearly, they were setting a trap for borrowers. After falling for their tricks, the borrowers would face illegal debt collection tactics. If they did not repay on the same day, the agency would immediately harass friends and family by phone, pressuring them to take out new loans to pay off old ones, even resorting to sharing nude photos on social media as part of their debt collection tactics.
Originally just a thug from a small town near Harmonfield, Stuart adopted a fake identity as a lawyer after being hired as a field collector by the shady loan company TrustGen Loans.
Using his falsified lawyer credentials and mob-like tactics to threaten and intimidate borrowers, Stuart had brought in substantial revenue for TrustGen Loans over the past year, rising to become the top supervisor among field staff.
Today, TrustGen Loans amassed an astonishing amount of business in just half a day, which left him pleasantly surprised. After receiving the task, he calculated that completing this batch of debt collection would mean a significant payday for him. Yet, upon hearing his subordinate’s account, he felt a nagging doubt.
In a rundown bar with 300 employees, an astounding 299 of them claimed to be managers, each earning over 50,000 dollars a month.
After reviewing the loan information, he noted that each person had taken out loans exceeding 300,000 dollars, which only added to his suspicion.
He hesitated for a moment before finally leading his subordinate into the bar.
As soon as he entered the bar, Stuart sensed that this place differed greatly from the others.
At this time of day, there shouldn’t have been too many customers.
However, the Blossom Haven bar was packed to the brim.
He found the receptionist, handed over a list of borrowers, and asked, “These are people of your bar, right?”
The receptionist nodded and pointed to a group of people in the middle of the bar. “That’s right; they’re all sitting there. Everyone you’re looking for is here today, and there are more upstairs. I’ll have them all come over shortly.” Stuart’s heart sank a little.
He quickly glanced around and estimated there were about two to three hundred people.
Everyone in the bar seemed to be staff, with no single customer in sight.
Before he could say anything, all the lights in the bar suddenly turned on.
A red-haired man approached and pushed Stuart slightly, saying, “Debt collectors from TrustGen Loans? Are you here to look for me?”
Stuart sized up the red-haired man and asked, “You are…”
“I am Dennis Rodriguez.”
Stuart nodded and displayed his lawyer’s credentials, adopting an extremely professional demeanor. “We are the field attorneys from TrustGen Loans. We’re here to collect …”
Dennis laughed. “I just borrowed the money this morning, and you’re already here to collect in the afternoon? Didn’t you promise that the repayment period would be ten days? It’s not even due yet! What are you, a loan shark company? Hahaha…” “But it doesn’t matter; I never planned to pay it back when I took out the loan. So, it doesn’t matter when you come to collect it; it makes no difference.”
Watching Dennis’s nonchalant attitude, Stuart couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a trap and that this group had been waiting for them all along. Still, Stuart had the staff look up Dennis’s name on the platform. After entering his ID number, it displayed a total loan amount of 330,000 dollars. “Mr. Rodriguez, you borrowed 330,000 dollars on our platform, and now you owe 700,000 dollars.”
Dennis laughed. “Alright, show me the interest from your platform.”
Stuart signaled to a staff member, who presented the repayment amount on the tablet to Dennis. “What method are you using for repayment?” the staff member asked professionally.
Dennis grabbed the tablet and smashed it on the floor. “Repay? Hell no! I borrowed 330,000 dollars this morning, and you want me to repay 700,000 dollars this afternoon?Do you think I’m a fool? You’re as naive as a baby!”
Dennis seized the staff member by the collar and slammed him against a nearby pillar. Laughter soon erupted throughout the bar.
Seeing this scene, Stuart felt a surge of panic. This was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant borrower while working with
TrustGen Loans’ field collection net resistance before, but never ove
team He had faced violent
someone with such confidence and
aggression.
He was about to call for backup when a group of people in the bar stepped forward, each announcing their names. “Come on, help me check how much I owe you!”
The crowd buzzed with voices, pushing Stuart and his team into the center. “D*mn it, you think you can pull a scam on us, the members of Abyssal Dominion? Do you have a death wish?” Hearing the term “Abyssal Dominion” sent shivers down Stuart’s spine. He never imagined that this bar was affiliated with Rygar from Abyssal Dominion.
If he had known this, he wouldn’t have dared to come here, even if his life depended on it.
Before he could explain, everyone in the bar raised their bottles and brought them down on their heads in a flurry of bangs and crashes.
Ten minutes later, Stuart and his companions were thrown out of Blossom Haven bar, their faces covered in blood.
Meanwhile, the same scene unfolded at several locations in Harmonfield.
Soon, TrustGen Loans learned at the Harmonfield Office that a large sum of money they had lent out that morning was borrowed by members of Abyssal Dominion.
After much contemplation, Damon Randall, the manager of TrustGen Loans’ Harmonfield Office, decided to personally visit Shawn at the Tigerspire Group Office located in Abyssal Dominion.
A disciple of Abyssal Dominion came to report, “Mr. Cooper, Damon Randall, the manager of TrustGen Loans’ Harmonfield Office, would like to see you.”
Shawn scratched his bald head and narrowed his eyes. “Let him in.”
Damon approached Shawn with two TrustGen Loans staff members. “I am…”
Shawn gestured for the two masseuses to leave and pointed at Damon. “You’re Damon from TrustGen Loans? How dare you come here?”
Damon panicked. “Mr… Mr. Cooper, I’m here to …
“To collect a debt from me? You motherf*cker, if you mention another word related to debt collection today, I’ll chop off your tongue!”
Damon’s face turned ashen, and he trembled. “Mr. Cooper, I don’t know how we’ve offended you. Can you please tell me?”
Shawn stood up and walked in front of Damon. “D*mn it, kneel down!”
Damon, terrified, knelt down. “Mr. Cooper, please calm down. I’m here to apologize. I have no idea when or how I offended the Abyssal Dominion. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”
Shawn laughed. “Offend the Abyssal
Dominion? I doubt you have the guts to do so! Go back and tell your master that someone has a
message for him: if he dares to net
scam others with his loan shark company and shady loans again, I’ll wipe out the Poison King Sect!”
Damon was instantly stunned.
Shawn actually knew that their backing force was the Poison King Sect!
He pondered and hesitated for quite some time before finally realizing that this was something beyond his ability to resolve.
Someone wanted to challenge the Poison King Sect!
This action by Abyssal Dominion was clearly orchestrated by a mastermind.
“Mr. Cooper, I’ll make sure to pass on the message,” Damon hesitated and pleaded, “But could you have your brothers from Abyssal Dominion return the loan’s principal to us … ?”
Bang!
Shawn kicked Damon hard on the shoulder. “The money is already in my brothers’ accounts. What makes you think you can get it back? Are you out of your mind?”
The room erupted in laughter among the disciples of Abyssal Dominion.
Shawn smacked Damon’s face lightly and said, “Go back and tell your master that he has offended someone he shouldn’t have by doing such wicked things!”
“Get out of Harmonfield immediately. If you dare to collect even a cent of the money borrowed, I’ll have the brothers from Abyssal Dominion chop you all up! Now get lost!” Bloodied, Damon and his group fled from the Tigerspire Group building.
Ten minutes later, the Poison King Sect headquarters received a message.
Harry kneeled before a man dressed in a black robe and said, “Mr. Messenger, our capital operations in Harmonfield have failed. We’ve confirmed that it was all orchestrated by that Robin.” The man in the black robe snorted coldly. “The Dark Lord’s plan must not be thwarted; Robin must die!”
At 11 PM, Harmonfield’s March night held onto the last chills of spring, the cold wind biting as it whipped through. A light drizzle began to fall.
Along the lonely mountain road leading to Villa One in the Dawnspire Heights Estates, figures in black clothing slipped past, vanishing like shadows into the wind and rain.
A Hummer sped up the road. Inside, Robin glimpsed a few fleeting shapes through the rain, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Rowan, kill the headlights and go down the fork toward Dragon Ridge Valley.”
“Yes, Mr. Ramsey.”
Rain splashed up as the Hummer rounded a curve on Dawnspire Mountain. Then, with a rush of wind, it disappeared into the dark valley, leaving the mountain path silent again.
The men in black in the valley instantly grew alert and quickly scourred several mountain paths in search of Robin.
“General, the target is gone,” one of them promptly reported to Jack.
Moments later, they spotted the Hummer speeding out of a junction ahead, racing toward the Peak of Dawnspire Mountain.
The dozen of black-clad figures confirmed that their target had reappeared.
They immediately resumed the pursuit, following the Hummer at a distance as it headed toward the summit.
At the treacherous curve of Spiral Heights, the Hummer gradually came to a stop.
A dozen strangers emerged from three Mercedes. Anthony, accompanied by an elder close to his own age, approached swiftly. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Ramsey,” he greeted. Robin stepped out of the car, with Rowan standing beside him, holding a large black umbrella.
“Jason, come over here and kneel before Mr. Ramsey!” Tristan instructed, motioning to Jason, who was hiding behind him.
Jason stepped forward shakily, preparing to kneel, but Robin said indifferently, “It’s fine; that matter is in the past.”
Tristan quickly responded, “Thank you for your forgiveness, Mr. Ramsey. The Neville family is willing to give its all in your service to vanquish any threats.”
Robin glanced at the older man before him and replied impassively, “Tristan, there’s nothing owed between the Neville family and me. Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?”
Tristan bowed and replied, “Mr. Ramsey, Cassian Chapman is the son-in-law of the Neville family. My daughter Mavis Neville is also a member of the Phoenix Vanguard.”
“Years ago, Cassian made a solemn vow that the Phoenix Vanguard would always regard Mr. Ramsey with respect. The disciples of Phoenix Vanguard would serve Mr. Ramsey for life.” “With this vow, we will never betray you!”
“Now, that scoundrel Drogo has allied himself with the Dark Lord, inciting the Phoenix Vanguard disciples to come and kill Mr. Ramsey. The Neville family will not stand by idly!” “Mr. Ramsey, the Neville family is willing to battle for you!”
A girl of about 16 or 17 beside Tristan looked at Robin in confusion. She furrowed her brows, asking, “Grandpa, who is this person? What about the Divine Drakebane?” Anthony immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly stopped her. “Ms. Neville, please don’t say such things.”
Tristan spoke sternly, “Jane, don’t talk nonsense. Hurry up and pay your respects to Mr. Ramsey. He is the renowned Divine Drakebane.”
This girl was Tristan’s eldest granddaughter and Jason’s sister, Jane Neville.
Jane stared, mouth agape, utterly stunned.
She simply couldn’t believe that the man standing before her, who looked about the same age as her brother Jason, could be the renowned Divine Drakebane!
“Mr. Ramsey, please forgive my granddaughter’s ignorance; she meant no disrespect,” Tristan said apologetically.
Robin glanced at the girl, a faint smile crossing his lips. “It’s fine. Kids will be kids.”
“Who are you calling a kid?” Jane protested, clearly unconvinced. “Grandfather, you must be mistaken. How could Divine Drakebane be so young? I don’t believe it!” “Jane, don’t be rude. Bow to Mr. Ramsey,” Tristan said, exasperated.
Jane looked Robin up and down, challenging him. “You and I are almost the same age. How could you be so powerful? Are you just riding on your mentor’s or family’s reputation?” “Without support from our Neville family, would the Phoenix Vanguard really be anything?”
“Jane, enough nonsense!” Tristan said, flustered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Keep acting up, and I’ll make you leave!”
Seeing that her grandfather was truly angry, Jane quickly said, “Alright, Grandpa. I’ll bow to him.”
She stepped forward and sized Robin up, giving a half-hearted salute. “Greetings, Mr. Ramsey. Since you’re so impressive, are you bold enough to face me in a match?” Robin didn’t respond.
Tristan stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her. “I apologize, Mr. Ramsey; I’ve spoiled my granddaughter too much…’
Robin replied indifferently, “It’s nothing. It’s a good thing to be genuine.”
He glanced at the shadowed area ahead, then looked back at Tristan. “They’ve arrived. Are you sure you’re prepared to handle both the Phoenix Vanguard and the Brookhaven Martial Alliance?” Tristan’s body trembled slightly, but a determined spark lit in his eyes. “For Mr. Ramsey, the Neville family will go all out.”
Robin gave a nod. “Good, then!”
Jane cast a sidelong glance at Robin, taking in his young, handsome features, and scoffed with disdain.
“My grandfather and Mr. Anthony are among the strongest martial arts masters in the world. We are not afraid of the Phoenix Vanguard? You’ll soon see the strength of our Neville family!” She noticed Robin’s cold expression and continued, “If we win against them, don’t keep that arrogant look on your face, alright?”
“This is a world where strength is paramount. By the time we beat them, you will be the one bowing to me!”
“Jane, you’re being too insolent!” Tristan felt helpless with his granddaughter’s brazen behaviors. He turned to Robin to apologize again, “Mr. Ramsey, my granddaughter has been spoiled, please…” A trace of amusement flickered in Robin’s eyes as he replied, “It’s fine. She’s just a spoiled little brat.”
“Who are you calling a brat?” Jane puffed up her cheeks, glaring at Robin. “Hmph! You’ll know what real strength is as soon as I make my move!”
Feeling dissatisfied that Robin had
ignored her, she clenched her fists
and turned toward the group approaching from the valley, saying, “Grandpa, I’ll take the lead! Whoever dares to provoke first, I’ll ensure they don’t survive tonight!”
Tristan said coldly, “Don’t be ridiculous. Just stand by and watch!”
DAT
Jane pouted and took her place behind her grandfather, casting sidelong glances at the impassive Robin.
Just then, Ronald was wheeled out from the shadows in a wheelchair, with the Four Heavenly Kings following close behind, flanked by Kyler, Knox, and other leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance.
Mr. Ramsey, Ronald laughed loudly, “I kept my word. The 20 billion is here as promised. The Quinn family has never owed anyone a dime!”
“There’s just one thing I forgot to mention.”
“The Quinn family’s money isn’t something just anyone can claim. Whether you walk away tonight with this 20 billion depends on whether you can leave Spiral Heights alive.”
Tristan stepped forward, retorting, “Ronald, watch your words! Do you even know who Mr. Ramsey is?”
Ronald burst into laughter. “Know him? Of course, I know him!”
“He’s the Divine Drakebane, the one who single-handedly took down the Phoenix Vanguard and shook the underworld-how could I not know him?”
“But that’s just legend. Who’s ever witness it firsthand?”
“Tonight, the Brookhaven Martial Alliance is honored to join forces with the Phoenix Vanguard. We want to see with our own eyes whether the legendary Divine Drakebane lives up to his name or if it’s just a myth,” Ronald said smugly. Tristan sneered, “Ronald, soon enough, you’ll regret those words for the rest of your life!”
Ronald laughed. “Tristan, are you sure you want to stand by Robin, even if it means going against the Brookhaven Martial Alliance and the Phoenix Vanguard?”
“Think carefully, Tristan. If you choose the wrong side, the ancient martial world will have no place for the Neville family after tonight!”
Tristan scoffed. “That’s an advice you should save for yourself, Ronald. I’m certain that, starting tomorrow, the martial arts world will have no place for either the Brookhaven Martial Alliance or the Quinn family!”
Ronald shook his head. “That’s all the men you have to fight against both the Brookhaven Martial Alliance and the Phoenix Vanguard? That’s far too much for you to handle.”
“Tristan, there’s no point hiding it anymore! After all, none of you will survive the night!”
“The Phoenix Vanguard’s sudden strike against Robin is backed by none other than the Dark Lord himself! The Dark Night Alliance, the world’s foremost sect, has reawakened!” At that moment, seven men with strange, twisted expressions emerged from the left side of Spiral Heights’ valley.
Their eyes were blood-red, and they were bare-chested, each brandishing a large, gleaming broadsword.
They were the infamous Seven Evils of the Phoenix Vanguard.
When Robin had massacred the Phoenix Vanguard years ago, they had been fortunate enough not to be at headquarters and thus had been spared from facing him.
As they took their positions, Ronald
chuckled, “Tristan, do you still think you can stand against us? Some
advice: those who succeed in life et
know how to seize the moment Choose wisely, and you’ll rise high. Make the wrong choice, and there’ll be no turning back!”
Before her grandfather could respond, Jane stepped forward and snapped, “You old fool, you really have no shame saying something like that.”
“As the founder of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, the greatest martial arts sect in Draconia’s underworld, how dare you say such shameless things!”
“By siding with the Dark Night Alliance, you’ve brought shame upon yourself, and the entire martial world will scorn you!”
“My grandfather would never engage in such disgraceful behavior!”
Ronald was stunned, pausing to look at the 16 or 17-year-old girl standing before him.
He chuckled in anger. “Tristan, is this your granddaughter? Not bad; she has some guts! Lttle one, I must tel you, the world is not as you imagine. Staying alive is what matters most! Those who refuse to compromise won’t last long!”
Jane pointed at Ronald and continued to scold him, “Old man, only a coward like you would do something disgraceful for the sake of profit. My grandfather and our Neville family would never act like a spineless cowards!” “Since our Neville family has chosen to stand by Mr. Ramsey, we will share life and death with him today!”
Hearing this, Robin looked up at Jane, who stood fearlessly before Ronald, a glint of light sparking in his eyes.
Tristan chuckled and said, “Ronald, I can’t believe that after all this time, your insight is even less than that of my granddaughter.”
“Do you know how I feel about what my granddaughter just said?”
Tonight, no matter what happens to Neville family, we will live up to the title of the martial arts world’s top family. I’ve lived with purpose! Hahaha!”
“Come on, you old bastard, enough with the nonsense! Let’s fight!”
