Slade didn't have any reason to look over his back. The only reason he had to look back once in a while was to keep his eyes on Candyce. She was the treasure of her father's eyes. Also, he wouldn't want these wild chihuahuas to hurt her in any sense. He was smart enough to know that taking responsibility for her safety was very important. After all, they were here because of him. The party was bustling, and things were getting a little more exotic. There were giggles and light chatters flying around. Groups of investors and billionaires were talking about impending projects and recently finalized contracts. Many were for show offs and little for derison. It was quite a culture amongst the affluent folks to trip over other businessmen in order to create a superior image of themselves. It was a thing amongst them to put one person down at the expense of elevating their own character. Slade didn't have any business with any of these. As long as Candyce was very close to him, he could

Suddenly, everyone started to move out of the way. Slade still remained standing where he was. There was no reason to be fazed. He sighed in relief. He had always wanted to teach Vixton a lesson, and this was just the beginning. He was ready for whatever would happen from now on. In fact, he can't wait. As everyone moved out of the way, a middle-aged man who had grey beards and highlights on his head walked towards the scene. "It's the chairman. Mr Langley." Someone muttered. Just looking at the face of the man, Slade could tell by the features of the man's face that he was Vixton's father. They not only had identical noses, but the properties of their faces were very much similar. "Father! Father!!!" Vixton called, still on the floor, unable to help himself up. "Does it hurt so bad?" Mr Langley hurried to his son and started to inspect the leg. When he observed it for a few seconds, he could tell that his leg was broken. When he rose up on his feet, his eyes were so red that it

Hushed whispers started flying around. The name that Chairman Langley had just mentioned was not just a name that could be spoken so lightly. It was a significantly powerful name that made men wet their pants at the sound of it. So many of the clinetele wished they could escape right at this moment even though they weren't the one in the scope. They just didn't want to be in the vicinity where the name of Ceballos was being mentioned. Anyone could bear the name Ceballos, but Velasco Ceballos? No one dared to answer that name in public except just one man! His notorious feat precedes his name!Ceballos was not only just violent; he's extremely sadistic. He has allowed himself to be engulfed in taking pleasure in both psychology torture and physical brutality. There is a rumor that he has an underground torture chamber in an abandoned monastery, where his victims were subjected to nightmarish punishment. His signature punishment was disemboding his victims slowly over days as he used a

Ceballos had said this so casually as though cutting someone's arm off was like throwing a can in the garbage truck. The axe that he had tossed at Slade hit Slade in the chest and dropped on the floor. The force at which the head of the axe hit Slade in the chest would have made any man stagger to the back before gaining a strong stance again. But Slade remained undaunted where he was. His eyes didn't even squint in pain at the contact. He just kept staring at Ceballos, who had given such an instruction. Ceballos believed that Slade would not dare to refute his orders. If Slade was in his right mind, he would amputate his arm right in that moment and do as told. That's exactly what was expected of him. Nobody in his right mind in that room would ever dare to ignore the command of Ceballos. Slade slowly looked away from Ceballos to the axe, which was lying at his feet. He bent down slowly and picked it up. Everyone was anticipating what would happen. Would Slade really cut off his