Chapter 0349

The Zabaleta Center had exploded, and the impact was staggering.

In less than a day, the mayor of Zabaleta called an urgent press conference, condemning the culprit with

severe words. The police quickly formed a special task force, sweeping through Zabaleta in a mad dash to

find Andrew.

The air was thick with tension.

By nightfall, the death toll from the blast was confirmed: 13 dead, and over 40 critically injured. Aside from a

handful of bystanders, the victims were all heirs of the three major families.

Marcus of the Ledger family, the third in line, was gone.

Damyon of the Campbell family, the second son, was gone.

Yasiel of the Saunders family, the eldest grandson, was gone.

“They’re gone, all of them!”

In the pre–dawn stillness of Zabaleta’s western cemetery, Andrew knelt, bloodied, before his sister’s grave. In his hands, he clutched photos of Marcus and his accomplices, which he set aflame with a flick of his lighter, coughing up blood as the images turned to ash.

the monsters who took you from this world,

act of vengeance and finally settled the scores, avenging a grievous

the three most powerful families were teeming with formidable opponents. Despite his renown as a top–tier fighter, he

100 figures, clad in combat gear, descended upon the cemetery from every direction. Each one was a

over tombstones to encircle

“They worked fast…”

with a struggle, facing the encroaching elite

of the three families was upon him, a true dead end. Even uninjured,

“Andrew!”

voice a chilling blend of contempt and fury. “The Ledger family has been

him

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past 40 with martial skills that were

power lay in his control over the Ledger family’s elite guard and the three formidable Envoys, the pillars that kept the family unshakable.

small talk!”

eyes locked on Andrew with a predatory intensity. “He’s taken out too many

he ever find out about his sister’s murder five years

have dug up the truth

it was

her own life. The story was buried deep, but Alexander had called upon the Lord of War’s intelligence network

seemingly trivial incident had

“Tyson, Ashwin, Viggo…”

with an undaunted gaze. The odds spelled out a certain death, and pulling someone down

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