The arena buzzed with anticipation as Miles strode confidently towards the ring. The crowd's chatter died down, all eyes fixed on the newcomer who had made such a bold claim."I can't believe he actually said that," Marcus whispered to Nigel, shaking his head. "One punch? Against Lee? He's lost his mind."Nigel nodded in agreement, his earlier excitement now replaced with skepticism. "I thought Miles had a chance, but this... this is just arrogance."As Miles approached, Argus stepped forward, a mocking grin plastered across his face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our one-punch wonder. Care to enlighten us on your secret technique, champ?"Miles didn't even spare Argus a glance as he walked past, heading straight for the ring."What's the matter, tough guy?" Argus called after him. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you saving your breath for that miraculous punch?"Still, Miles remained silent, climbing into the ring with fluid grace.Lee, already waiting in the opposite corner, sneered a

Argus's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at?"Miles smiled slightly. "All in good time. For now, why don't we all sit down and enjoy the meal? We can discuss the details afterward."Marcus, sensing an opportunity to defuse the tension, quickly chimed in. "Yes, excellent idea! The food's getting cold, and I'm sure we could all use a moment to... collect ourselves."Rachael, who had been watching the exchange with growing concern, stepped forward. "I think that's a wonderful suggestion. Shall we?" She gestured toward the dining room.As the group began to move, Connie caught up with Miles. "That was... intense," she whispered. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"Miles gave her a reassuring smile. "More than sure. Just watch."They filed into the dining room, the air still thick with unresolved tension. As they took their seats, Marcus cleared his throat."Before we begin, I'd like to propose a toast," he said, raising his glass. "To new friendships, unexpected outcomes, and..

Inside, Miles collapsed onto the couch, the room spinning around him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard the front door open and close."Miles? Are you here?" Lola's voice called out, a sharp edge to her tone.Miles groaned, forcing himself to sit up. "In the living room," he called back, his voice hoarse.Lola appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she took in his disheveled appearance. Without a word, she turned and headed upstairs, her footsteps heavy on the stairs."Lola, wait," Miles called after her, but she didn't respond.He heard the bedroom door slam shut, and he winced. Fumbling for his phone, he squinted at the bright screen, trying to focus on the banking app. With clumsy fingers, he navigated to the transfer page and, after a moment's hesitation, typed in "90,000,000" in the amount field.As he hit send, a notification popped up on his screen. A new contact: "Rachael ".Miles frowned, trying to remember when he had added that. The events of the

Miles couldn't resist smiling. He shifted his focus to the cluster of youthful men causing chaos. Their disappointment was evident as their efforts to create a disturbance failed. Miles nonchalantly walked over to them. "Sorry, sirs." Earlier, I couldn't avoid hearing about your worries. I'm wondering, have you made any recent purchases here yourselves?" The young men exchanged uneasy glances. One of them spoke up, "Well, no, but we heard—"Miles interrupted him in a kind manner. "I understand." As someone who is heavily involved in running this store, I can guarantee our dedication to providing quality products and ensuring customer satisfaction. Actually, we are aiming to enhance and broaden our services more extensively. But don't just take my word for it - why not give us a chance? I believe you will be happily shocked. The young men shifted uneasily, evidently caught off guard by the direct confrontation. Miles continued, saying, "I'll tell you something," as he reached into

Miles' mind raced, piecing together the puzzle. "The Autumn birthday banquet... the gamble... Eren lost a significant amount of money to me that night.""That's right," Muddy whimpered. "He was furious. This whole scheme, disrupting your supermarket, it was all about revenge."Miles paced the room, his anger building. "So the heir to the Chariot family decides to play petty games because he couldn't handle losing a bet? Pathetic."Muddy saw an opportunity and seized it. "Mr. Autumn, please, I'm just a pawn in all this. I was following orders. Have mercy!"Miles paused his pacing and faced Muddy, his emotions impossible to decipher. Silently, he made his way to a warehouse nook and grabbed a metal rod. Muddy's eyes opened wide in fear. "Please, no!" I shared all information with you! I am willing to do whatever it takes! Miles slowly advanced, holding a pipe. Muddy, you are correct. You did inform us about everything. And with that, I'll keep this brief. With a sudden movement, Mile