"Mr. Lloyd, is it really true that Kane only has three days to live?" Marvin asked in disbelief. Andrew responded flatly, "I might've told him three days, but it could be less. Kane is already in critical condition. The poison has already seeped into his bones." He added, "It's a shame, really. He's been stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone. If it weren't for his solid foundation as a martial artist, he'd have already collapsed." Marvin sighed. "Kane was quite the figure in his younger years. Among Jayrodale's prominent families, he was the strongest in hand-to-hand combat and fearless in a fight. Who would have thought he'd end up like this, wasting away to illness?" Andrew sneered. "His body had been weak for a while, but the real culprit is the recent poisoning." Marvin frowned. "Kane has martial arts experts around him all the time. Who could possibly poison him?" Andrew shook his head. "That's a mystery, but it's possible the poison came from someone close to him. No
Dylan was nervous. "Hey, Mr. Lloyd, you've got to stop pulling my legs. If Mr. Yates hears that, he'll literally skin me alive." Andrew smiled slightly. "It's not that serious. Anyway, let's talk business. I can help you, South City, but it's a one-time thing. So, you pick the person." Dylan and his men were confused, glancing at each other. They were unsure of what Andrew meant by "pick the person". Andrew took a sip of tea, then calmly explained, "Pick the person you need me to take out for you." Dylan's eyes widened in realization. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. He could not help but think this guy was too straightforward. Then again, he knew Andrew was indeed capable of being so. "Mr. Lloyd, it's not that we're afraid of the Northern District," Dylan replied, his tone serious. "But Atlas had declared war on us out of nowhere. South City wasn't prepared, and now we're in this mess." Dylan gritted his teeth and said in a bitter voice, "I don't want you to think I'm
The man stood still, not even turning around, and said, "Your name is Griffin Soare, and you work for Atlas Giordano in the Northern District. You're ruthless and have killed many innocent people. Am I right?" Griffin did not deny it. He scoffed and replied, "Since I started practicing martial arts, I've killed and maimed so many people, I've lost count. Good, bad, young, old—it's all the same. And you—you sound like you're here to avenge those dead souls. It's a noble thought, but let's see if you can back it up." Finally, the figure by the window turned around. It was Andrew, his face half-hidden in the dim light of the city outside. He nodded and replied, "Since you've admitted it, I'll make your death a quick one." Griffin quickly drew a gun from his waist, aiming it at Andrew with a sneer. "You sure talk big for a guy your size. Do you think you'll get away with it? One shot, and you'll be history." With that, he pulled the trigger. At the same time, Andrew's right hand
The men who had previously doubted Andrew and feared he would not be able to handle Griffin now looked at him with admiration. One of them said, "As expected of Mr. Lloyd—he's truly incredible." Dylan, feeling energized, gave orders, "Our chance has come. Mr. Lloyd has removed Griffin, the thorn in our side. Pass the word: while East City is in chaos, have all our men move out immediately. We'll take over the East City turf and not give Northern District any chance!" "Yes, Mr. Garner!" A chorus of approval rang out, their spirits soaring. That night, the underground forces of North and South City clashed in fierce combat. South City launched a major counterattack, and the Northern District was caught off guard, suffering a terrible defeat. Many people were losing sleep, and the night was full of unrest. Among those unable to sleep was Kane, the head of the Weller family. "Dr. Aicker, how is my condition?" Kane asked carefully in his private study. Kane had urgently
Soon, Harvey and the stunning Serena entered the study, one after the other. Both kept their heads down, afraid to meet Kane's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent. "Honey, w-what's going on?" Serena stammered, her voice trembling as she spoke first. Kane's cold gaze swept over her curvy figure, then landed on Harvey. Then, he ordered flatly, "Get on your knees!" Harvey forced a smile, trying to hide his nervousness. "Dad, what's going on? Why does it feel like you've changed after seeing Dr. Aicker? Has your condition worsened?" Kane roared, "You bastard, I told you to kneel! Didn't you hear me?" Harvey's smile faltered, and reluctantly fell on his knees, his heart pounding rapidly. Kane coughed violently, barely managing to control himself. His shaking finger pointed at both of them. "You have one chance to confess," he said coldly. "Who poisoned me? Was it one of you, or did you both have a hand in it?" At this, Serena almost collapsed to the floor, her body
Harvey sneered. "I know you're angry and confused right now, but don't you think you've deserved this for a long time? You've been sitting on the throne of the Weller family for years, refusing to pass it down to me." Kane's heart burned with fury as he roared, "You ungrateful bastard! Just because you want the title of family head, you think you can do this? Betray your own blood?" Harvey's face twisted into a snarl, his teeth clenched. "Why can't I? Don't you get it, Dad? I've been waiting for this for years. I've had enough of waiting." He added, "If you were healthy and strong, I wouldn't even think about it. But you're not. You're barely hanging on, yet you refuse to pass the title to me. Don't you know how torturous that's been for me?" Kane could not believe his own son wanted him dead. The ridiculousness of it all stung, especially after all the work he had put in. Despite struggling with his illness, he was still trying to pave the path for Harvey for his future. A w
"Is… is he dead?" Serena asked, trembling as she pushed away from Harvey. Harvey's face showed a mix of doubt and hesitation as he cautiously approached. It was not until he placed his hand near Kane's nose and confirmed there was no breath that relief washed over his face. "He's dead. He's finally dead!" Harvey chuckled, his voice manic with joy. "This is it! The Weller family is mine now!" Laughing wildly, he became almost unhinged, waving his arms in celebration in front of Kane's lifeless body. Serena was trembling with fear. "Harvey, his death will fall on us. If anyone finds out it was us, we won't escape punishment." Harvey sneered. "What are you worried about? I've already taken the risk with poison, so why should I be afraid of what comes after?" He reminded her, "You just need to keep quiet, especially when the elders ask. We'll both deny it, understand?" Serena's face turned pale with fear. "But if they really investigate, won't they find out?" Harvey cut her
Andrew asked, "Did the Weller family give any explanation for Kane's death?" Francesca smiled awkwardly and said, "Harvey told the media himself that his father died from overwork." Andrew snorted. "Overwork, huh? What a convenient excuse. I bet the real cause of Kane's death has something to do with him." Francesca stared at him, shocked. "No way. You don't actually think Harvey had anything to do with his father's death, do you?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Why is that so hard to believe?" Francesca shook her head. "It just doesn't seem likely. Harvey's still the son of the Weller family head. If his father's death were his doing, Harvey would be a monster." Andrew scoffed. "It's easy enough to figure out how Kane died. But since it's not my business, I'm not interested in looking into it. However, one thing is clear—once Kane is gone, the Weller family will fall into Harvey's hands." He continued, "So, Harvey's the biggest beneficiary of Kane's death. Some people will d