Henry said calmly, "Get on your knees and submit."

Robert replied coldly, "Kiss my ass, you piece of shit! Who the hell do you think you are? The Cantrell family only respects Mr. Thornton's orders and only listens to him."

Henry's expression remained unchanged as he suddenly stepped forward. The massive wind pressure blurred Robert's vision, and his hair was blown back. The next moment, he felt a dull thud in his chest as his entire body was sent flying backward.

Blood sprayed onto the marble floor as Robert collapsed, half-dead. He clutched his chest, unable to even sit up. "You…"

Henry's black robe fluttered lightly as he turned away, his voice still cold. "If you don't submit, then no one in the Cantrell family walks out alive."

Without another glance, he moved on, heading straight for the next major force in Goldridge: the McCormick family.

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