Every bit of disdain that Grigory felt for Tyrone had turned into respect. People like Grigory respected people stronger than him and looked down on weaklings. "Alright, assemble the best men you have here."Grigory quickly went to do Tyrone's bidding. After a while, around a dozen of the base's best trainees had assembled on the field. They were shocked to see how scrawny Tyrone was and found it hard to believe that he had defeated their instructor. They wondered if they had misheard. Tyrone looked at them calmly and said, "I'll take on all of you at once."The trainees looked at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't believe that someone who seemed so weak wanted to take on all of them at once. "Why are all of you just standing around? Didn't you all hear what Mr. Hendrick said?" Grigory kicked one of the guys closest to him. The trainees then began to rush toward Tyrone. They were the best in the base. Even Grigory couldn't take all of them on at once. But their per

Baldie hesitated for a moment before finally conceding to Tyrone's approach. There was no choice; they couldn't outmuscle Tyrone, nor could they let him simply bulldoze his way through them.Tyrone followed Baldie's car up a mountain road that was surprisingly spacious and lined with an array of greenery. The environment was pleasant, to say the least.Pulling out his phone, Tyrone messaged Ysabella, informing her that he was at the training base and might return late. She responded with an acknowledgment.Eventually, Baldie's vehicle halted at a midpoint up the mountain, revealing a massive villa that dwarfed Tyrone's own many times over.The villa's entrance was guarded by men in black. Their demeanor was menacing, and they were unmistakably the gatekeepers of the stronghold before them—the headquarters of the Black Dragon.Stepping out of the car, Tyrone was immediately met by a muscular man who emerged from the villa."Mr. Hendrick, welcome. My name is Michael Sullivan, assis

"How dare they!" Tyrone was livid. He struggled to articulate his fury as he stood up abruptly, ready to storm out."If you don't care about them completely desecrating your mother's grave, then go," Eve said coldly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Tyrone with relentless intensity.Her words made Tyrone pause and reconsider his impulse. He sat back down, but the thought of Rhia's grave being moved from the Hendrick family's ancestral resting place reignited his anger. Rhia had never done anything wrong in her life. Her biggest mistake was marrying Ambrose and becoming part of the Hendrick family. She had been within the walls of what outsiders saw as a grand household and couldn't even find peace in death.He vividly remembered her last words to him. "If you have the chance to leave this place, do it and never come back."Tyrone let out a deep breath, trying to compose himself."This society is all about the survival of the fittest. You can't even shrink away unless others allow it!

The man grabbed Eve by the chin, pressing her forcefully against the wall. Eve, who was known for her fighting prowess, was rendered powerless in his grip."Were you the one who did this to her?" Tyrone demanded coldly, his voice cutting through the noise in the bar without any regard for the onlookers.She let out a sarcastic laugh. "Are you still naive enough to think you can protect her?""You're asking for it!" He tightened his grip on her throat. As her oxygen supply dwindled, Eve's face turned red, but she didn't show fear."Tyrone, you coward! Years ago, you couldn't protect your mother, and now you can't protect your wife. You can't protect anyone!"Tyrone's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I may not be able to protect everyone, but I can kill you.""You wouldn't dare!" Eve closed her eyes, ready to face death. Her once charming face was now flushed, and her body exuded a crazed energy similar to his."What are you doing, Tyrone?" Tara rushed in, having witnessed the sce

Laughing, Reggie saw Tyrone in the club's hallway and approached him. He swiftly pulled out a handgun and, without waiting for Morty to speak, finished him off. Seeing Morty dead, Tyrone and Emerson didn't even blink an eye, as if Morty's death was an inconsequential matter to them."I'm not sure what business you have with us," Reggie said as he put the gun away."We're interested in discussing a significant business deal," Tyrone said with a smile."What kind of deal?""You're not qualified to negotiate with me. I suggest you quickly take me to see your leader."Although Reggie didn't understand Tyrone's words, he felt Tyrone's tone and attitude were somewhat presumptuous after hearing Ethan's translation."If you're not sincere about cooperating, then please go back," Reggie said.Tyrone's smile remained unfazed. In a flash, a figure sped past Reggie's eyes. He hadn't managed to see what had happened clearly before a sharp knife was suddenly pressed against his neck. The