The newcomer also appeared anxious, but instead of trembling in fear like Yura, he sighed in relief and said, "What’s going on? We can’t keep hiding and letting you all sacrifice yourselves again and again." This man was named Suwon, and he had come as per a previous agreement. Suwon was one of the people behind Yura, someone that Mr. Yusa was well aware of. As for the relationship between Suwon and the black-robed man, things were more complicated. Suwon was actually the older brother of the man, but fate had turned them into bitter enemies. The black-robed man was named Muwon. "Let her go," Suwon said, asking Yura to release Maudy. Suwon stepped in front of Yura, tugged at Yura’s clothes, stroked the scars on her body, and sighed quietly. "But if we do this, you’ll suffer again as the leader," Yura replied, her body trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her words carried a deep meaning. However, Suwon didn’t offer any further response. He simply told her to do as
“You’re telling me to stop this? What more do arrogant noblemen like you want?” Muwon’s raspy voice echoed, still wearing his black cloak. On the other side, Mr. Yusa, standing before him, remained cold and warned, “Muwon, watch your words, or else you’ll be done for!” If the conversation between Muwon and Mr. Yusa were to leak to the public, it would cause a huge uproar. After all, one of them is the mastermind behind the biggest illegal network in Koland, while the other controls the most powerful force in Koland, with a noble family background. If this secret were revealed, the people of Koland would be utterly shocked. What’s more surprising is that their conversation implied that Mr. Yusa wasn’t the only nobleman involved with the Dark Association. If this got out, it could lead to a massive disaster. At this moment, Muwon’s rage reached its peak. “Mr. Yusa, are you talking to me? Are you trying to teach me how to do things? Do you really think you’re worthy?” Muwon’s sha
"Yusa, you bastard!" Muwon shouted in despair. "Bastard? A bastard like you dares to call someone else a bastard?" Mr. Yusa said, spitting on the ground before taking a deep breath. "Stop talking nonsense, Yusa! Just tell me, what do you want from me?" Muwon growled, full of hatred. He was ready to face the consequences, but his loathing for Mr. Yusa only burned hotter. "What if I want you dead?" Mr. Yusa’s cold eyes stared sharply at Muwon, filled with contempt. "You dare do that, Yusa?!" Muwon yelled, furious. Muwon had chosen this meeting spot, hoping to force Mr. Yusa into obeying him, thinking no one would know. But his plan backfired—Mr. Yusa turned the tables and was now using the situation to dominate him. "You think I’m afraid of you?" Mr. Yusa calmly pulled a silenced pistol from his jacket, loaded it smoothly, and pointed it at Muwon. "Want to see how good my aim is? Or maybe see how fast you can run, like a stray dog?" Muwon froze. There was nothing he could
“By the way, Mr. Yusa... Shouldn't you be attending the meeting over there?” Tannos asked. “Why should I go? It's just a swap of interests anyway. Besides, Dabi and Zaka are already there. Going would just cause trouble,” Mr. Yusa replied casually. Hearing his answer, they didn’t ask any more questions. Everyone in that circle understood the situation, so no further explanation was needed. Thirty minutes passed. In the corner of the room, Joseph could be seen quietly chatting with others. He had come to the banquet with the goal of understanding the mid and upper powers in Koland, but so far, he hadn’t interacted with anyone important. That night, Joseph and Tannos Ajo were puzzled to see Mr. Yusa still lingering in the recreation area for so long. Given his status and position, Mr. Yusa should’ve been attending the main meeting in the sub-hall. His unexpected presence here raised major questions. Meanwhile, in the sub-hall, Dabi Doca and Zaka Doca were leading the high-leve
At the same time, Mr. Yusa and Tannos Ajo were breaking down the situation in Koland after the poisoning incident. They were working hard to uncover the root cause of all the recent events, explaining everything one by one. "Did you kill someone in the hall earlier?" Tannos and Mr. Yusa sat across from each other on thin chairs. Conversations between these two were always honest; they said what needed to be said. After all, they knew each other well and had no fear of betrayal. When Tannos asked that question, Mr. Yusa's eyes gleamed with a cold light. He sighed softly before answering, "Yeah, I killed someone." "Seems like I wasn’t wrong smelling blood," Tannos sighed as well and downed the tea in front of him in one gulp. "Aren't you curious about who I killed?" Mr. Yusa asked. Tannos Ajo was usually a rational man who didn't endorse violent methods. He always tried his best to avoid the consequences of conflicts. But this time, Mr. Yusa had actually killed someone to get
Amanda, who had been calm earlier, now stared back with a calculating look, ready to respond to Suwon’s request. “Why should I give you something that’s not yours?” The banquet hosted by the Doca Family was the perfect opportunity for Mr. Suro to unleash a long-buried grudge. The poisoning incident was his doing. Of all those involved, the biggest beneficiary was Mr. Suro. His scheme ensnared high-ranking military elites from Koland and many important guests. The Doca Family also fell victim as the incident nearly destroyed their control over Koland, wiping out the influence they had spent years building. Amanda, despite resolving the issue, gained nothing from it. She found herself trapped on the wrong side, alienated from everyone in Koland. The only person who truly benefited was Mr. Suro. With cunning, he managed to avoid military scrutiny and stayed under the radar. As a result of the poisoning incident, the situation in Koland was severely damaged. In fact, it could be sa
"So, what do you want from me?" Amanda cried, her face full of pain. Her lips trembled, and only a few stammered syllables escaped her mouth. Suwon responded with an even harder, crueler punch. Amanda's sobs grew louder, filling the empty hall, like a lamb about to be slaughtered. Each tear carried deep sorrow, but to Suwon, it was all just a game. "Then leave! Why are you humiliating me here?" Amanda sobbed uncontrollably. But Suwon only answered with a cynical smile. "Leave? If I go, who will judge you and punish you?" Suwon’s voice was cold, revealing his lust for domination. His words made Amanda feel even more ridiculous and sinful. "Judge? Punish? What right do you have to judge and punish me? Suwon, do you think you're some kind of bastard who deserves that?" Amanda shouted angrily, her voice hoarse. But Suwon wasn't moved. He sneered, without answering her questions. Now Amanda understood that for Suwon, power was everything. Domination was the way to win. In fron
Joseph and Katty were cuddling in bed, enjoying a quiet moment together. "Honey, what do you think is happening to us? We went through all the trouble to come to Koland, but there are so many things causing endless commotion," Katty said, lying on Joseph's chest and suddenly sighing. "This kind of issue is typical in Koland. Haven't you noticed it before?" Joseph asked, looking at his wife. "Never. Honey, have you known about these problems for a long time?" Katty asked, curious. "Yes," Joseph answered briefly while gently stroking Katty’s back. "Wow, my husband, you're amazing," Katty praised him before kissing Joseph lovingly. She lay back down on her beloved husband and enjoyed the warmth of his body. For Joseph, the current situation seemed tense, but in reality, it was the perfect opportunity to grow Light Entertainment and Company G. With clear rules, competition would be more open, and both companies would grow rapidly without hidden threats. This situation was al
In the Hospital Corridor The hospital corridor felt eerily quiet, though the sound of medical staff's footsteps and the occasional beeping of machines broke the silence. Joseph sat on a long bench, gripping his phone tightly, his mind wandering far. Occasionally, he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Mr. Barta patted his son-in-law’s shoulder. "Katty is a strong woman. Trust me, she’ll be fine." Before Joseph could respond, the cry of a baby suddenly echoed from the operating room. He immediately stood up, his face filled with happiness. The operating room door opened, and a doctor stepped out, removing their mask. "Mr. Joseph?" the doctor called. "Yes, Doctor?" "Congratulations, Mr. Joseph. Your son has been born." Those words made Joseph feel like a great weight had been lifted from him. He couldn’t contain his wide smile. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much!" Mr. Barta raised his hands in the air. "My grandson!" he cheered. Ten minutes later, Joseph w
Then.... The sound of rapid gunfire echoed through the air! Joseph stood motionless, calmly waiting amidst the chaos. Heavy footsteps reverberated across the room. Members of the G Alliance emerged from the front door, their rifles still warm from their shots. They had taken down all of Ramond’s soldiers with flawless precision, moving like machines devoid of mercy. The G Alliance members had long trained to shoot in complete darkness, even with their eyes closed. This level of skill now allowed them to dominate their enemies despite the pitch-black conditions. “Turn on the lights,” Joseph ordered curtly, his voice authoritative. Ultra-bright flashlights snapped on, instantly illuminating the room. The light revealed a gruesome scene: twenty of Ramond’s soldiers lay lifeless on the floor, their blood pooling beneath them. The stench of gunpowder mixed with blood filled the air, causing Ramond to cough as he scanned the horrifying aftermath with fear and rage. “You…” Ram
Jennifer stood frozen in place, her body trembling, her once graceful face now etched with frustration and despair. Slowly, her hand moved to the folds of her dress, drawing out a small pistol that gleamed under the dim light. All eyes locked onto her—Joseph remained silent, his gaze as cold as ice, while Ramond sneered with a smug grin, full of disdain and mockery. Zako, usually quick to act, now watching with a mix of anxiety and helplessness. Jennifer raised the pistol to her head, her hand shaking uncontrollably. "This is all my fault..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but no one moved to stop her. She lifted her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Joseph's. Yet, there was no response from her son—no empathy, no hesitation, just a chilling, unyielding silence. Jennifer’s gaze grew vacant. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and without warning, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence. Her body crumpled t
The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across Joseph’s cold face. His eyes scanned the room sharply, observing each person within it. Jacky tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. He was barely hanging on, his life slipping away. Joseph glanced briefly at Jacky before redirecting his focus to the three figures before him. Jennifer abruptly stood, clutching a nearly empty wine glass in her trembling hand. Her face was pale, and though she tried to mask her nerves, her shaking fingers betrayed her unease. Ramond, in contrast, lounged casually in his chair, legs crossed as if there were nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, Zako appeared far more alert, his eyes darting between Joseph and the exit. “So,” Joseph’s deep, cold voice shattered the silence, “I come here and find myself... entertained by quite the show.” Jennifer quickly drank the rest of her wine, trying to steady herself. But as Joseph’s gaze locked onto hers, she froze. The woman, typically full
The room was dark and empty. Only the sound of Jacky’s footsteps echoed, filling the oppressive silence. His eyes scanned every corner, his pistol aimed forward, ready for any threat. But there was nothing—no Ramond, no Jennifer, no Zako. Only the cold air brushing against his skin like an invisible menace.Jacky growled, kicking over an old wooden chair that lay in the middle of the room. “Damn it! They escaped!” he yelled, his anger burning hot. He rubbed his temples, trying to steady the frustration boiling inside him. But before he could plan his next move, something unexpected happened.Out of nowhere, a coarse cloth wrapped tightly around his face. Someone yanked a bag over his head, cutting off his vision entirely.Jacky struggled, punching and thrashing, but his attacker was strong. Two firm hands restrained him with precision. Within seconds, he was forced into a chair, his body tied down with ropes that quickly bound his wrists and ankles.“Who are you?!” Jacky shouted, his
In the basement...The damp atmosphere clung to the space, making the air feel oppressively heavy.At the center of the room stood an old wooden table strewn with papers and maps. In one corner, Ramond sat on a worn-out chair, dressed in a faded shirt. Despite his simple appearance, his chilling aura remained unmistakable.The creaking of the wooden door broke the silence. Jennifer appeared, carrying two large bags filled with food supplies and water bottles. Her once-elegant dress now looked slightly disheveled, as if the long journey to this hidden place had drained her energy."Ramond," she said softly, lowering the bags onto the floor. "I brought food and necessities to last you a few days. I hope it’s enough."Ramond lifted his head, a faint smile forming on his lips—a smile that was both calming and enigmatic. "My darling," he greeted her warmly, his tone as smooth as ever. "You never fail to impress me."Jennifer lowered her gaze, avoiding his penetrating stare.Ramond rose fro
Ramond was a name well-known among the global elite, not only for his ruthlessness but also for his uncanny ability to manipulate. However, behind the mask of power he always wore, there was a hidden truth: Ramond owned nothing. Everything—his wealth, assets, and the networks he wielded—belonged to Jennifer. A woman trapped in her blind love for Ramond for years, she had made him a symbol of power in the eyes of the world.Jennifer’s love became a vulnerability that Ramond exploited without hesitation. He played his role flawlessly, presenting himself as a charismatic yet dangerous leader within the global elite circles. Jennifer even elevated him to the position of leader of the global elite, ensuring that all resources were at his disposal. Under his influence, many leaders in the network were willing to take extreme measures to achieve their objectives—whether it was dominating specific economic sectors, manipulating politics, or mercilessly destroying rivals.Ramond became a symbo
Joseph stood abruptly and said nothing. He cast a cold glance at his mother before turning and walking away. His firm steps echoed as he exited the grand mansion, with Gawali silently following close behind. The tense atmosphere was palpable, yet not a word was spoken between them until both Joseph and Gawali were inside the sleek black car. Once the car door shut, Joseph leaned back, staring straight ahead with an expressionless face. Gawali, seated in the driver’s seat, finally broke the silence, his tone cautious. “Sir, should I contact Interpol immediately? If Ramond is truly involved in your grandfather’s death, we can make him an international fugitive.”“No need,” Joseph interrupted, his tone decisive. “I’ll find him myself. I’ll deal with him personally. No one else is allowed to interfere until I’m satisfied.”Gawali gave a slight nod, understanding it wasn’t the time to argue.Joseph added, “Contact Jacky.”“Tell him to prepare the team. I need them ready for my next orders
The grand mansion was silent, with only the sound of Joseph and Gawali's footsteps echoing against the marble floors.Joseph stepped into the vast living room, its high ceilings adorned with sparkling crystal chandeliers.At the center of the room stood a golden sofa, strikingly prominent amidst the luxurious Persian carpet surrounding it.Joseph’s eyes immediately caught the figure of a woman standing near the large window. Jennifer, draped elegantly in white satin pajamas, stood poised as she gazed out. Her neatly combed hair reflected the faint light from the chandelier, and her face remained expressionless as usual.Joseph exhaled deeply, throwing himself onto the golden sofa with a casual yet calculated demeanor. He crossed one leg over his knee and stared at his mother with a mocking gaze.“So, my mom is still the same as ever,” he said sharply. “will awake when hear commotion.”Jennifer turned slowly, her expression betraying no reaction to his jab. With measured grace, she app