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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 85
Ravol groaned against the rooftop railing, wheezing for air like a broken accordion. His pride had been shattered, and his bones weren’t far behind.Jack Sullivan turned away, calm as ever, cracking his neck like he’d just finished warming up for the real match.Emma, still stunned, muttered, “That was brutal…”Maxvier, munching popcorn from who-knew-where, raised a brow. “Brutal? That was charity. Jack could’ve folded him into a suitcase.”Julia Yates nodded solemnly. “He should be thanking Jack for leaving him alive.”“Too late for that,” came a new voice—low, cold, and dripping with malice.Everyone turned sharply.From the rooftop stairwell emerged a tall, lean figure cloaked in black, moving with ghost-like silence. His eyes gleamed like razors under the moonlight, and the moment he stepped into view, even the wind seemed to hold its breath.The Ghost.Emma’s throat tightened. “Wait… is that—?”Julia’s face went pale. “The Ghost…”Jack’s brows lifted slightly. He hadn’t seen this
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 86
The rooftop was dead silent. Not even the wind dared to whisper.Jack Sullivan stood still, eyes locked with The Ghost’s cold, dead gaze. Emma clung to his sleeve, heart racing, while Maxvier hovered at the edge like a lazy vulture pretending not to be concerned.But it was Rawon, silently watching from the nearby rooftop, who first noticed something chilling in The Ghost’s posture.And then—The Ghost finally spoke. Calm. Eerie. Confident.“Jack, before I kill you, I want you to understand something…”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is this where you give me a villain monologue?”“No,” The Ghost replied. “It’s where I explain why you don’t stand a chance.”He took a step forward. His voice sharpened like a blade.“I’ve been training in seclusion for four years… under Master Steel.”The name hit like a gunshot.Emma blinked. “Who?”Julia froze. “Wait. Did he just say… Master Steel?”Even Maxvier, previously unimpressed, coughed on his own popcorn. “Okay… that’s a twist.”And Rawon?His face
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 87
The rooftop lights flickered above the tense crowd. Wind howled around the building, but the true storm stood in the form of a beast—Big-Headed Draco, the brutal enforcer for the Carter family.He cracked his knuckles, a grin stretching across his scarred face.“Three moves,” he growled. “That’s all I’ll need. Same number I used to kill that whining brat, Yemin.”Jack Sullivan just stood there, hands in his pockets.“Three moves?” Jack echoed. “That’s generous. You planning to take a nap mid-fight?”Draco sneered. “You got jokes, huh? Let’s see if you still smile when I peel your ribs open.”Maxvier leaned to Rawon and whispered, “Wow. Somebody skipped leg day and personality class.”Draco turned, glaring. “Say that again, pretty boy.”Maxvier smirked. “No thanks. I don’t fight gorillas with brain damage.”Even Emma winced. “Can we not poke the giant murder-beast, please?”But Jack stepped forward, his gaze never leaving Draco.“You think you're scary because you broke a few necks and
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 88
The Carter family manor, once a proud symbol of wealth and influence in Texas City, stood in eerie silence. The wind carried the scent of scorched earth and fear.Jack Sullivan arrived like a quiet storm, stepping out of a matte black SUV. Rose followed close behind, silent, eyes sharp and unblinking.Charles Carter was already at the gates, hobbling on one crutch, his leg still bandaged from the last “lesson” he received. His remaining bodyguards—three tall men in suits—tightened formation as Jack approached.Jack didn’t even look at them. Instead, he lifted his phone and gave a single command.“Start the demolition.”A split second later, **BOOM—**a thunderous explosion rocked the estate.From every corner of the property, heavy machinery rolled in. Bulldozers, cranes, and explosive charges placed in advance lit up the air. Mansions crumbled. Pools exploded. Statues snapped like toys.Emma, watching via drone feed miles away, gasped. “He’s really tearing down the entire estate…”Tar
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 89
As the last embers of the Carter estate burned behind him, Jack Sullivan stepped onto the main road, Rose walking silently at his side like a shadow with a blade.But this time, someone was waiting for him.A small entourage stood at the edge of the Carter grounds—Tarvol Hayley, Rawon, Julia, and two older men who radiated authority.Head Lord Hayley, owner of the Hayley family, stood with sharp eyes and a stiff back.Beside him was Head Lord Garvos, the iron-blooded patriarch of the Garvos family, who rarely appeared in public unless something massive had shifted.Jack didn’t pause his step.Tarvol stepped forward first, a rare look of humility crossing his face. “Jack. I know it doesn’t mean much now, but thank you. For not turning that rooftop into my grave.”Jack gave him a bland glance. “Still might. Haven’t decided yet.”Tarvol laughed nervously, then stepped back.Head Lord Garvos spoke next, voice steady. “Mr. Sullivan.”Jack stopped.“I’ve come to apologize for my son’s… unwi
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 90
At a secluded private lounge near the Hayley estate, two of the city’s most powerful men sipped aged liquor and wore thin expressions.Head Lord Hayley swirled his drink and muttered, “So, we both bowed, and he didn’t even blink.”Head Lord Garvos chuckled. “He treated us like street performers trying to impress a god.”Hayley exhaled, leaning back. “You think he wants to take Texas City?”Garvos nodded slowly. “He doesn’t want it. But he could take it.”Hayley’s eyes narrowed. “But to become Commander—officially—he needs recognition from all major forces. The finance guilds, the commercial banks, the energy conglomerates… they won't hand power to someone just because he throws a punch.”Garvos smirked. “Then let them wait until he throws a building.”Hayley paused, tapping his glass. “What about Emma?”Garvos looked amused. “You still think your daughter stands a chance?”“She’s stubborn,” Hayley replied. “So is he. That’s a start.”Meanwhile, Jack Sullivan pulled into the driveway o
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 91
Jack Sullivan stepped through the gilded glass doors of the Grand Imperial Hotel with measured grace, his composed demeanor masking the calculations behind his eyes. The prestigious tasting event hummed with activity—pharmaceutical luminaries exchanged pleasantries in the outer hall, but Jack knew the inner chamber housed the true treasures.Ancient herbs. Spiritual roots. Medicinal pills valued beyond most fortunes.Jack navigated through the assembly with quiet purpose, acknowledging no one. His thoughts drifted inward as he moved.My previous life ended because I pursued power too hastily, he reflected, his gaze steady and focused. When Kafer struck me down, he destroyed more than my physical form. Now I have this second chance—to build methodically, with wisdom and patience.He subtly flexed his fingers, appreciating how energy circulated through his meridians with newfound clarity and precision.A body honed for combat. A soul tempered for greatness. No more shortcuts—only master
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 92
The Grand Imperial Hotel’s tasting event was in full swing, with waiters carrying trays of rare wine and whispers of billion-dollar deals floating through the air. In the inner hall, only the elites moved freely. Jack Sullivan wasn’t bothered. He wasn’t here for their approval.But the name they kept calling him?That was starting to grind.“Oh, look who it is,” sneered a familiar, shrill voice. “The insane’s son-in-law actually showed up.”Jack didn’t flinch. He didn’t need to look to know it was Ashley’s mother, decked out in enough fake jewels to outshine a chandelier. Her voice alone could curdle wine.“I’m honestly impressed,” she continued, sipping her overpriced drink. “I figured you’d be under a bridge somewhere. Or maybe barking for food.”Jack glanced at her calmly. “You sound bitter. Let me guess—another investment failed?”She scoffed. “You’re the failure, Jack. Everyone knows it. Married the village lunatic and still walking around pretending you matter.”Village lunatic,
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CHAPTER 144
The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the marble floor of Jack Sullivan’s villa. The air was peaceful, laced with the faint aroma of aged Bordeaux wine, and the still ripple of the pool reflected serenity.David Sun leaned back on a lounger, wine glass in hand. “Jack, I’m telling you, you need to let me design a wine cellar here. This place deserves it.”Jack smirked slightly. “You just want to make sure I drink your overpriced imports.”Before David could respond, a click echoed from inside the house.Then another.Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly. The sound wasn’t from the front gate.“Did you invite someone else?” David asked, sitting upright.“No,” Jack replied, already rising from his chair. His bare feet padded quietly across the polished stone as he approached the sliding glass door.A shadow crossed the interior hallway.Then, without warning, a man casually stepped into the courtyard.He was young—late twenties maybe—with slicked-back hair, a smirk that screamed enti
CHAPTER 143
Inside the Shaw family estate, the atmosphere was quieter than usual.Charlotte Shaw sat stiffly on the antique leather chair, fingers laced tightly in her lap. Across from her, Richard Shaw poured himself a cup of tea, moving with deliberate grace.“You’ll apologize,” he said calmly.Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “I already said I regret what happened.”Richard looked at her over the rim of his cup. “Regret is not apology.”“I just…” she hesitated, then admitted, “I don’t want you to be the one to do it.”He set the cup down with a soft clink. “Then you shouldn’t have needed me to.”The silence between them was heavy, but not cruel.“I will personally represent the Shaw family at the Harvest Festival in Eastridge City,” he continued. “Our presence is expected. Our humility is required.”Charlotte looked away. Her pride bruised, her voice small.“I never thought it would come to this.”Richard leaned back. “That’s because you never thought he was more than a shadow. Now you know better.
CHAPTER 142
“He’s the eldest son of the Eastern Sullivan family.”She blinked. “The who?”Richard closed the file slowly. “The Sullivan family. East-coast monarchs of power, both legitimate and underground. Their name is whispered in federal halls and boardrooms alike.”Charlotte scoffed. “The Eastern Sullivans? I’ve heard of them, but they don’t compare to the state capital families. They’re not even on the same ladder.”Richard’s jaw tightened. “That’s where you’re wrong. You think we’re playing a local game? Jack Sullivan is walking across a global board.”Charlotte frowned, but her grandfather continued, his tone deepening.“His third uncle, Nathan Sullivan, is the one who built the underground empire in Carson City—an empire that even federal agents avoid confronting directly. Do you know who handles most of the private security logistics in five states? The Sullivan family.”She swallowed, unease creeping in.“And his mother,” Richard added, “is Margaret Williamson.”Charlotte blinked. “Tha
CHAPTER 141
Inside the deepest chamber of the Nine Scorpion Cave, the air pulsed with heat and pressure. A faint green glow radiated from Jack Sullivan’s body as he sat cross-legged, bare-chested, surrounded by the crushed remains of venomous scorpion cores. His breathing was slow, deliberate, and deep.For the last three days, Jack hadn’t moved. Not even once.The Scorpion Essence, distilled from the Emperor Scorpion’s body and the most potent venom sacs, now coursed through his veins. It burned, reshaped, and empowered.His skin glistened with sweat, but under it, something more terrifying was forming.Scorpion strength…His fingers twitched, now strong enough to crack steel with a flick. His back was lined with corded muscle, but it wasn’t brute strength alone—it was a precision power, venomous and fast.If I’d had this power during the Robert fight, Jack thought, I could’ve shattered his defenses in one strike. He wouldn’t have walked away.His chest rose slowly.This changes everything.Outs
CHAPTER 140
On a remote island far from the chaos of cities and scorpion-infested caves, an old man bent low over a patch of rocky soil. With slow, deliberate motions, he pulled up weeds that didn’t belong. His tattered shirt clung to his wiry frame, but a small swallow emblem stitched on the chest shimmered faintly in the sun.Victor Yates—once feared across nations, now a humble farmer. Or so it appeared.A young man approached, hesitating as he stepped over the jagged path of coral and dirt.“Master Yates.”Victor didn’t look up. “You found more wild yam?”The young man’s throat tightened. “No, Master… it’s about James Leonard.”Victor’s hand paused mid-pull.“Well?” he said, not turning.“He’s… dead.”The silence that followed was heavier than the sea breeze.Victor continued weeding without a word. The soil trembled subtly under his fingers—a sign of internal energy shifting beneath the surface.“Who?” he finally asked.“Jack Sullivan.”Victor exhaled slowly. “That name again.”“He also kill
CHAPTER 139
James Leonard’s eyes narrowed, his body tense like a coiled spring.“You’ve made it this far, Sullivan,” he muttered, “but you won’t leave this mountain alive.”Jack rolled his shoulders, voice calm as ever. “Big words from a man who just fed his own ally to a scorpion.”With a roar, James lunged, his fists blurring with speed. The first punch hit Jack square in the chest—followed by three more in rapid succession.THUD. THUD. THUD.Jack didn’t even flinch.James froze mid-strike. “What…?”Jack looked down at his chest, brushed some dust from his coat. “You done?”James stepped back in disbelief. Those hits could crush concrete… but he didn’t even stagger.Is he human?Jack smirked. “Iron Body Technique. Guess your master didn’t teach you that.”James growled and went in again, this time throwing everything—knees, elbows, fists, spinning kicks. The ground cracked beneath him, and shockwaves rippled out.Still, Jack barely moved.Then came Jack’s turn.He stepped in, faster than lightn
CHAPTER 138
“I’m not here for The Ghost,” James Leonard said coldly. “Frankly, I didn’t like him much. Arrogant, sloppy… too obsessed with making a name.”Jack raised an eyebrow. “Then why come for me?”James cracked his neck. “Because he was still my master’s student. Victor Yates trained him. His death reflects on the Yates lineage.”He took another step closer, killing intent radiating off him like heat.“I’m not here to mourn a brother. I’m here to defend my master’s honor. And that means killing you, Jack Sullivan.”Ron Taylor’s throat bobbed. He really means to fight Jack… this is bad.Behind them, the Emperor Scorpion loomed, its stinger dripping, poised over Uncle Frank, who was barely holding on.“J-James…” Frank rasped, coughing blood. “Help… me…”James turned to him slowly, lips curling into something cruel.“You? Help you?” He chuckled, then raised his leg.Before anyone could react—BAM!James kicked Uncle Frank like trash, launching him straight toward the scorpion’s gaping pincers.
CHAPTER 137
A deep hiss echoed from the cave’s maw, darker and heavier than before.Then it appeared.An Emperor Scorpion.Jet-black, armored like obsidian, the monstrous creature scuttled out from the darkness. Its pincers were thick as tree trunks, and its tail arched high—dripping with venom that shimmered like green fire.Uncle Frank tried to rise.Too late.CRACK!The Emperor’s stinger struck him dead center in the chest."AAAAHHH!" Uncle Frank screamed—his first scream in decades.Charlotte’s face turned ghost-white. “Uncle Frank!”Blood spilled from his mouth as his body convulsed, thrown backward like a ragdoll. The entire battlefield froze—everyone had heard of the Emperor, but few had ever seen it. And no one expected that sound from a man like Frank.“Help… Master… James…” Uncle Frank rasped.That name rang like a thunderclap.From the group of supposed bodyguards, one man stepped forward.He was tall, sharp-eyed, and dressed plainly, blending in with the security team—until now.In a
CHAPTER 136
The air turned heavy.A low, grinding rumble echoed from deep inside Nine Scorpion Cave.BOOM.A sharp vibration ran through the ground. Pebbles trembled. The trees swayed unnaturally.Jack Sullivan turned his head slowly toward the cave entrance.“They’re awake,” he said simply.Nie Mitchell’s face drained of color. “T-That sound… I’ve heard it before.” He staggered back a step. “Oh no… the nest is disturbed. They’re coming!”Before anyone could react, Charlotte Shaw snapped her fingers.“Uncle Frank!” she barked. “Take the vanguard. Clear it before they spread!”Uncle Frank nodded. “Yes, Miss!”He gathered a dozen armored men and dashed forward, spear in hand, moving like a man half his age.Ashley stepped closer to Jack. “What’s inside that cave?”“Poison,” Jack said. “And stupidity.”She blinked. “What?”Jack exhaled. “You’ll see.”From the mouth of the cave came a horrifying sound—a clicking, hissing flood of chaos.And then they appeared.Over 300 venomous scorpions, each rangin
