Early in the morning, Alexander and Eleanor headed to the company together.Due to the reconstruction of the factory, Eleanor had many matters to handle. Seeing her workload, Alexander felt distressed for her and volunteered to help.As the couple left, Byrne, lying low in his Jetta parked by the roadside, slouched down further to avoid drawing Alexander’s attention.Although the information he had received claimed Alexander was unremarkable, someone had paid three billion to have him killed. That alone suggested something unusual about this man.If it were just an ordinary target, three billion could buy the lives of over twenty people.Byrne speculated that whoever placed the bounty likely had past conflicts with Alexander, possibly sending someone after him who ended up severely injured, thus justifying the exorbitant price for hiring assassins.After Alexander and Eleanor disappeared from view, Byrne slowly sat up.Picking up his phone from the dashboard, he paused the video recor

Byrne remained silent, finally realizing that his injuries left him completely immobile. Escaping on his own was out of the question.“I told you I’d let you go, and I will. But shouldn’t you call someone to pick you up? I think Jeremy would be a fitting choice to come and collect you.”Byrne understood Alexander’s intention—to use him as bait to lure Jeremy. He assumed Alexander wanted to extract information from Jeremy.“I-I can call Jeremy. But I’m just a hired hand, after all. Jeremy’s the intermediary—he might not even care about me.”“If he doesn’t come, then call someone else. I’m nothing if not merciful.” Alexander said with a cold smile.Merciful?After rendering Byrne a cripple? That’s brutal.Byrne cursed inwardly, managing a bitter smile: “My phone’s on the table. Could you hand it to me?”Alexander picked up Byrne’s phone, dialed Jeremy’s number, and turned on the speakerphone.The call connected quickly, and Jeremy’s nonchalant voice came through: “Byrne, did you succeed?

Terms like “military king” and “god general” were thrown around loosely. Nowadays, any unit without a so-called military king lacked credibility.To Alexander, a military king was merely a highly skilled figure in the military, not necessarily as formidable as their title suggested."I’ve heard he’s not just a name but someone with genuine battlefield experience. He’s reportedly led over a hundred successful border skirmishes, with a one-to-ten kill ratio. The number of lives he’s taken exceeds four figures." Jeremy held up four fingers to emphasize his point."Sounds somewhat capable. I’ll review the materials tomorrow then.” Alexander said, unfazed. Waiting one more day didn’t bother him.Brrring. Brrring.Jeremy’s phone buzzed. It was a video call from Kameron’s butler."Perfect timing. Let’s give you a live view of Kameron’s demise.” Jeremy said, answering the call.The smiling face of the butler, Gilberto, appeared on the screen: "Mr. Gilberto, everything’s ready. Can we take car

Barton glared at Alexander with bloodshot eyes. His will to fight was completely extinguished.Barton had encountered powerful fighters before and knew one thing for sure: when facing someone you couldn’t defeat, the only option was to submit."You’re stronger than me. I’m no match for you. Please, spare me." Barton lowered his head, his voice filled with humility.The boxers were stunned. Barton, once so domineering, was now bowing his head and begging for mercy. It was surreal.Alexander gestured toward Tommy: “Did he hire you?""Yes, it was that bastard.” Barton replied, glaring at Tommy with fury.Barton didn’t dare direct any anger toward Alexander. Instead, he channeled all his rage toward Tommy."You know what to do.” Alexander said calmly."Don’t worry. I’ll beat him so bad even his own mother won’t recognize him.” Barton growled.Alexander nodded, adding nonchalantly: “Take him far away. I don’t want to hear his screams.""Understood. I’ll make sure he doesn’t disturb you.” B