Jack folded his arms, unimpressed. “And what made you so sure I was a thief?”Howard swallowed hard, his mind racing. What excuse could he even give?Finally, he blurted out, "It was Nie! That bastard Nie Mitchell! He told me you broke in—he lied to me!"Jack arched a brow. “Oh? And you were dumb enough to believe him?”Howard broke out in a cold sweat.“I—I swear, I’ll make it right! I—I won’t let him get away with this!”Jack tilted his head. “Oh? And what exactly do you plan to do?”Howard clenched his fists. He knew what he had to do."I'll destroy him."Jack’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. "That so?"Howard’s voice grew more desperate. “I—I swear! I’ll make him pay! I’ll—I'll kill the bastard!"Jack’s smirk widened. “That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”Howard shook his head furiously. “No, no! That bastard set me up! He made me look like an idiot in front of you! I—I should’ve known better!"Jack picked up his whiskey, taking another slow sip. “You should have.”Howard fe

For two days, Jack Sullivan stayed in his villa, practicing at Crystal Lake late at night or in the early morning. His cultivation journey had begun again, and he was determined to regain the strength he once possessed.In the world of martial arts, fighters were divided into levels: Basic Fighters, Internal Strength, Pulse Realm, and the near-mythical True Essence Realm—where Jack once stood. He had been a warrior feared by all, but now he was starting over, clawing his way back to power.Standing by the lake, Jack inhaled deeply, gathering energy. With a single slap against the water, a powerful shockwave exploded across the surface, sending ripples across the entire lake. He smirked. His strength was returning.As he prepared to continue, he felt something—eyes on him.Someone was watching.Jack turned sharply, his gaze locking onto a figure hiding behind the trees. “Come out,” he commanded.The intruder flinched but stepped forward hesitantly. It was Howard Dawson, the son of a po

Jack Sullivan leaned against the car, watching the scene unfold with an amused expression. These so-called “fighters” had no idea what they were walking into.Frank and Derek Miller, the so-called “Miller brothers,” strutted around like they owned the place. Frank flexed his arms, cracking his knuckles loudly, while Derek smirked as if he had already won.Jack shook his head.Pathetic.Neither of them had real martial arts training. Frank was barely at the lowest level of a basic fighter, while Derek hadn’t even reached that. Against a true martial artist like Julia Yates, they were walking straight into their own humiliation.But before Jack could say anything, Tina Dawson noticed his reaction.“What’s with that look?” she snapped, glaring at him. “You think you’re better than them?”Jack met her gaze lazily. “Just thinking.”“Thinking what?” she pressed, arms crossed.Jack shrugged. “That this is going to be a massacre.”Tina scoffed. “Oh, please. You don’t know what you’re talking

The air in the Carpian Boxing Hall was thick with tension. Frank Miller, still groaning on the floor, was an example of what happened when arrogance collided with real power. Julia Yates hadn’t even broken a sweat, yet she had easily incapacitated him with a single tap of her finger. The room had fallen silent, the fighters and spectators alike unable to comprehend how someone could be taken down so quickly.Tina Dawson stood off to the side, a smug look still lingering on her face, but her eyes betrayed her anxiety. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Frank and Derek Miller were supposed to show Julia Yates her place, not get humiliated in front of everyone.She watched Frank writhing on the floor, his knee twisted at an unnatural angle, and her stomach turned.“You think you’re tough?” Julia’s voice cut through the silence as she casually surveyed the wreckage in front of her. Her cold green eyes rested briefly on Frank before moving to Derek, who was still too stunned to mak

The entire Carpian Boxing Hall seemed to hold its breath as Julia Yates, the powerful and feared fighter, knelt before Jack Sullivan. The woman who had once struck terror into the hearts of anyone who dared face her—was now begging.Tina Dawson, still reeling from the defeat of her so-called “elite fighters,” watched in utter disbelief. Julia Yates, the woman who had humiliated her brother and Frank Miller with ease, was now on her knees in front of Jack Sullivan, asking to become his servant.Howard Dawson, standing beside her, was just as stunned. His mind raced as he tried to process the absurdity of the scene. Julia had been someone they feared just a few moments ago. Now, she was offering to serve Jack Sullivan as though she were some lowly peasant.Jack, however, seemed completely unfazed by her desperation. His gaze was calm and calculating, as if he had seen this kind of submission countless times before. He stood tall, his arms crossed, eyeing Julia with a mixture of indi