30 Minutes Later, Joseph’s Phone Rang. Gawali’s name appeared on the screen. Joseph promptly answered the call. “Young Master Joseph, I’ve found him,” Gawali’s voice was calm but firm, indicating he carried important information. Joseph straightened in his seat. “Good. Tell me.” Gawali exhaled briefly before continuing. “Magno Gon is one of the sons of the Gon family, one of the most influential business dynasties in Japant. Their primary businesses are in technology, nuclear energy, and automotive sectors. One of their flagship companies is Gon Gold Japant.” Joseph’s brow furrowed, his heartbeat quickening. He knew that company’s reputation extended beyond legitimate industry, often touching the gray zones of illegal business operations. “And Magno? What’s his role in the family?” Joseph asked, his tone turning more serious. “This is where it gets interesting,” Gawali replied, piecing together the puzzle. “Magno is the youngest son... and a troubled one. Unlike his two

Magno sat back in his chair, exhaling smoke casually, as if nothing was wrong. "Yeah. Welcome to Japant, Joseph," he said with an arrogant smile. "It seems you worked very hard tonight just to find me." Joseph, still standing in front of him, stared at Magno with a cold, meaningful smile. Then, calmly, he pulled out a chair and sat directly across from him. Their gazes locked. Lighting a cigarette, Joseph spoke in a low tone, "You surely know why I worked so hard to find you tonight." Magno chuckled, his mocking tone evident. "Of course, I know. But you've ruined my party. HAHA." He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then continued with a satisfied laugh. "Do you know how exhausting it was to destroy your lab? I wanted to celebrate with a little fun, but now you've come to spoil it." Joseph gave a cynical smile, his lips curling, but his cold eyes showed no mercy. "Wasn't your exhaustion worth it for what you got?" he said. "The secret formula for creating the climate contro

In the morning, the breeze swept through the backyard. Joseph and Mr. Barta sat facing each other on an old wooden bench, a steaming cup of coffee in their hands. It was the first time they had spoken alone, without Katty or anyone else acting as a mediator. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if every breath carried hidden meaning. Joseph remained silent, staring straight ahead, trying to decipher the intent behind his father-in-law's sudden invitation. Meanwhile, Mr. Barta sipped his coffee slowly and began the conversation with an unexpected tone. "I'm sorry," Mr. Barta said abruptly. His eyes were fixed on the coffee cup, as if afraid to meet Joseph's gaze. "For all my bad behavior toward you." Joseph glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly but not responding immediately. He just took a sip of his coffee. "I know," Mr. Barta continued in a softer tone, "You've helped Katty and our family's finances... more than we could ever imagine." He sighed, as if the admission was d

Mr. Gon scoffed, unable to believe it. “Zoni, I’m serious! This is about my family’s honor. I can’t back down. You just need to pull your investments and tell others to do the same. We can take him down quietly.” Mr. Zoni gave a faint smile that Mr. Gon couldn’t see. “Listen to me carefully, Gon. If it’s a choice between backing you or tangling with Joseph, I’d rather die. You might not know this, but Joseph holds significant sway among businessmen and even the authorities. No one in Leeds would dare oppose him.” Mr. Gon fell silent, shocked. “Zoni… Are you saying you fear that young man more than me, your old friend?” Mr. Zoni chuckled slightly, his tone firm. “It’s not about fear, Gon. It’s about being realistic. Joseph has ties you can’t even imagine, and people respect him because of that. Myself included.” Mr. Zoni continued with an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Let me tell you something I’ve never shared. Once, someone underestimated Joseph, thinking he was just anot

Mr. Gon, who had been smiling smugly, now looked furious. His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he watched their forces fall one by one. “These are the mercenaries you boasted about, Magno?” he shouted, his voice full of rage. “They were supposed to defeat just 50 people!” Magno swallowed hard, struggling to find an excuse. “Maybe... maybe this is just the beginning,” he said, though his voice betrayed his lack of confidence. On the other side of the field, Jacky stood calmly, his hands folded behind his back. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes observing the battle, as if assessing his comrades' performance. One of the remaining mercenaries, breathing heavily, glanced at Jacky with fear. He knew that the man with the unflinching gaze was a far greater threat than he appeared. But before he could react, one of the G Alliance members landed a hard punch on his jaw, sending him stumbling back and collapsing unconscious. Mr. Gon clenched his fists, his face flushed with an