"What's this about? How is this parasite acquainted with Mr. John?" Feliciano queried, his face distorted with displeasure, surprised by the continuous embarrassing incidents caused by this ineffective son-in-law. He indeed wondered about his capabilities, from whence such connections emerged. "Jake's failure." Yuki grimaced: "Indeed, he has a charmed life. He is merely a cur relying on proximity." His face was gloomy and cold, and he said bitterly: "It must be because of Isidore. This worthless individual used Isidore's connections to meet John." Initially, he had meticulously planned to take revenge on Theophilus today, but John's intervention had thwarted his plans, leaving him belittled in front of many, a hard pill to swallow. Repeatedly shamed by this useless individual in front of many people, Yuki even contemplated murder. "Young master Panchak, is it that... we can't do anything about him?" Feliciano hesitated, starting to question Yuki's capabilities. If Yuki couldn't
"Young Master Panchak, I will do as you wish. I will sever ties with Theophilus and Dulcie immediately, and if you don't allow them to do business, I will inform all the gemstone companies in Radiant Harbor to block their paths." John lowered his head further. After weighing his options, he chose to bow to Benedict. "Ha ha ha!" Benedict laughed triumphantly: "Old man, you indeed know your place. Now kneel in a corner. You may stand up only when I permit it." "John, we had just finalized our cooperation, and you're changing your decision already? This seems like a joke." Dulcie's face darkened. She felt that Young Master Panchak was suppressing others. His behavior was utterly outrageous! "Furthermore, what does our cooperation have to do with you? I don't even know you." Dulcie glared at Benedict, her face marked with anger. "Ah, Miss Dulcie, it's not an issue if you don't know me, but now you do." Benedict smirked, his gaze mocking: "If you want to expand your gemstone business in
Theophilus shook his head. Benedict was still oozing confidently, believing himself to be the ultimate power, wielding absolute strength. With a loose grip, Theophilus allowed Benedict to fall to the ground with a thud, then casually dusted off his hands. "Well, you finally know fear, don't you?" Benedict's face dropped: "Releasing me will do you no good. Kneel. Amuse me, and I might spare your life." Theophilus laughed, glanced at Hades, and said: "Shut him up." Hades stepped forward, his towering figure pressuring Benedict, who, in his increasing apprehension, asked: "What are you planning to do?" "Silence!" Hades slapped Benedict across the face and clutched his throat tightly, lifting him into the air. Benedict trembled incessantly. "I...I, stop this madness. I, I'm the second son of the Panchak family!" Benedict stuttered in terror. His neck gripped so tightly he was on the brink of suffocation. He could feel it. This foreign man named Hades was an emotionless machine, app
Elsewhere, Theophilus and Dulcie left the Metal building, with Hades at the wheel on the bustling road, preparing to return to the Mid hotel. "Theophilus, that Benedict we encountered today seems to have quite the lineage. Even Guild Master John of the gemstone guild feared him so much. The way you confronted him, could it bring trouble?" From the back seat, Dulcie's voice tinged with worry. It was her first encounter with such a high-handed person, slapping people at will, demanding them to kneel to converse. He was every bit a feudal prince. However, the rumors about the Panchak family of Radiant Harbor, the most influential in Empyria, supported the notion that Benedict's standing was not inferior to that of an ancient prince. What repercussions might Theophilus' blatant disregard for Benedict's pride bring? "It's alright, Dulcie, don't worry about me. He's nothing more than a jester." Theophilus calmly responded: "And Dulcie, our trip to the gemstone convention in Radiant Harb
Isidore turned to Theophilus, inquiring respectfully: "Mr. Jake, how should we handle this Isidore matter?" Theophilus seemed rather intrigued, replying: "Let's head over to Metal City now and meet this Drake." "Understood." Isidore nodded. Within moments, Isidore coordinated with his associates at the Mid hotel, rallying a procession of black Bentley cars heading towards the Metal district. Theophilus left Dulcie to rest in the room, taking only Hades to the Metal district. Twenty minutes later. Metal district, Metal City. Inside the lavish banquet hall on the twenty-sixth floor of the Panchak household's hotel, the table was filled with spectacular delicacies, pleasing to the eyes and tantalizing to the senses. It was a feast fit for royalty, with two cups of tea on the side. A middle-aged man in a red antique suit sat upright at the head of the table, holding an exquisitely carved jade pipe in his hand. Beside him stood a subordinate, bending over to help light the premium t
Having issued his order, a horde of men in vests lunged forward, all targeting Theophilus, their hands reaching out to apprehend him. Theophilus remained unruffled, raising his cup to take a sip of tea. He sat still, utterly disregarding the approaching enforcers. Crash! Hades, standing behind Theophilus, spun around to shield him. With a swift flick of his hands, he struck out at the men advancing on them, immediately knocking two bodyguards to the ground, their heads bleeding profusely. Immediately following, Hades swung a quick, powerful kick, the sound of snapping bones accompanying each connection. He had floored the whole group of bodyguards in moments, leaving them sprawled on the ground. "Ah!" "It hurts!" In less than a minute, the team intending to capture Theophilus lay writhing on the ground, courtesy of Hades. Their wretched cries echoed around the room, each man bleeding profusely, bodies broken and bruised. "Damn, still daring to play this game?" Benedict sneered,
Isidore, too, was a seasoned figure in the Grey Area. How could he commit such a foolish act? Did he dare to apprehend Benedict in front of his men? Could he intend to turn against the Panchak family over some provincial boy from afar? "Isidore! Even if you do not regard Benedict, remember he is the son of Wind Panchak. Are you prepared to cross swords with the Panchak clan till the end?" Drake asked Isidore. His voice was imbued with a frosty chill. Isidore's response was a frigid smile, unaccompanied by words. The Panchak was one of the five prestigious families in Radiant Harbor, possessing a forceful influence. However, they were nothing but specks of dust before Mr. Jake. After all, the Panchak household wasn't solely Benedict's domain, just as the formidable Alexander family's rise in Radiant Harbor was owed exclusively to the prowess of one man - Theophilus, whose emergence had reignited the family's glory! They were as different as a real dragon and a lowly worm. Knock kn
"Benedict, dare you utter another word in Mr. Jake's presence? I will blow your brains out." Vincent's voice hardened with threat. Fear was apparent in Drake's eyes. He couldn't comprehend the situation; how could someone as cautious as Vincent behave so recklessly? Was he declaring war against the Panchak family? "No! Don't kill me! Uncle Panchak, please help me. Call for help. This is your territory!" Benedict was paralyzed with fear, screaming in desperation as though the gunshot had pierced his liver. "Drake, all my men are waiting outside the Panchak's hotel." Vincent turned to Drake, his voice steady: "Think carefully. Do you have the guts to face me?" Drake's face was twisted in bitterness. He did not dare contradict Vincent. He never expected Vincent to personally intervene in this matter, firing a gun and arranging guards around the hotel, putting so much effort just to assist some country bumpkin named Theophilus? It was clear that Vincent's current power far exceeded D