***** Like every other place, Riverton City also has its own share of dons—rulers of the underworld domains, and Frosh happens to be among the well-known ones, particularly in the slum area. He is recognized not only for his overprotectiveness toward his younger brother but also for his courage, ruthlessness, and, most notably, his status as a ranked fighter—one of the attributes that make one a fearsome figure in Riverton City. Frosh initially started as a low-level street thug, climbing to power after his brother was brutally assaulted for harassing the younger sister of a crime lord several times more powerful than him at that time. That night, Frosh secretly infiltrated the don’s home, eliminated him, and took over his territory, turning him into who he is today. The crowd, recalling this history, couldn't help but suddenly shudder, wondering what the madman—who had risked his life to kill someone far more powerful than himself simply because they had punished his broth

***** “This—what’s going on?” The residents, momentarily stunned, exchanged bewildered glances before mumbling in unison, “How could those slum rats possibly be connected to someone whom even the legendary Master Frosh treats with respect, despite not being recognized?” ——- As earlier mentioned, Laura and her husband had spent most of their lives on this street, only relocating and returning within a matter of three years, so they knew nearly everyone in the neighborhood. Initially, the couple had been on friendly terms with almost everyone, but after their return, they were suddenly ostracized, loathed, and treated with contempt by everyone who constantly mocked them for falling from grace and raising a murderer. Even those who had tried to maintain a relationship with them at the start, believing they still had some of their child’s wealth, dropped all pretense upon seeing how miserable they had become, and as a result, the whole neighborhood—regardless of age or financial

***** ‘Why does it feel like she’s always glaring at me?’ Xavier suddenly wondered as he glanced at the lady addressed as Dorothy behind the steering wheel, only to see her entirely focused. ‘Could I have been wrong?’ He wondered after noticing that the lady wasn’t even looking at him at all. Just as he was about to ignore the thought and mind his business, however, thinking he was only being paranoid, he caught sight of a pair of eyes sending a cold and scornful glare in his direction from the rear mirror. ‘I wasn’t imagining things,’ he thought helplessly, his frown deepening as he wondered if he had ever met or known the lady before. After pondering for a moment but failing to recall any memory of her, Xavier decided to dismiss the thought and turned his attention back to his mother lying on his lap, whose neck he was holding to prevent further blood loss. His heart sank again upon seeing her like this. Xavier clenched his teeth and his eyes flashed murderously. ‘I

****** Inside the VIP hospital room that was equipped with all the basic amenities of a bedroom, Frosh, unaware of what his men were currently thinking or discussing, stood awkwardly still, appearing scared to advance. He no longer had the menacing aura of a don who had terrorized many; instead, he looked so frail, pale, and helpless at this moment, staring at the dull eyes of his blood-drained, pale brother lying pitifully and lifelessly on the bed. His legs felt too heavy at this moment to move, seeing the heavily bandaged stump where Frosh Junior’s arm used to be. This continued for what felt like an eternity before Frosh eventually clenched his fists and pushed himself to take a step forward. Upon doing so, he forced open his dry and heavy, calling out hoarsely, "Br—brother." Although his voice wasn’t loud, instead just barely above audible, Frosh Junior, whose spirit seemed to have long departed his body and who hadn’t heard even when Frosh entered, was jolted aw

***** “This—this…” Frosh’s junior eyes slowly brightened with a strong fervor after hearing his brother’s plan and his breathing quickened. The reason for his previous bitchy attitude toward his brother was that he thought he would never get his revenge when even his elder brother whom he always rely on couldn’t revenge on him, but hearing the flawless plan, his rage disappeared completely and he became excited. "But—but please promise me that you'll step in if the b!tch doesn’t get involved and help me capture the family of three. I want to take revenge with my own hands… hand!" He looked with desperation in his eyes and pleaded with hope, staring at Frosh, who hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “What are we waiting for then? Let’s execute the mission already!” He urged and his brother hurriedly nodded his head before making a call.“I refuse to believe that you, a common prisoner would have any sort of relationship with such an important person, it must have be