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.

taken care of the monsters who took you from this world,

that act of vengeance and finally settled the scores,

his renown as a top–tier fighter, he was outnumbered and had been pursued to this graveyard, barely clinging to his last shreds of

the night came alive with movement. Over 100 figures, clad in combat gear, descended upon the cemetery from every direction. Each one was a martial arts

over tombstones to encircle

“They worked fast…”

rose to his feet with a struggle, facing the encroaching elite

of the three families was upon him, a true dead end. Even uninjured, escape would have been a fantasy.

“Andrew!”

contempt and fury. “The Ledger family has been nothing but good to you, and this is how you repay us? What

him

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40 with martial skills that were solid but not extraordinary, his vital energy

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

the small

out too many of

murder five years ago? The job was

dug up the truth on his own!”

right; it was impossible.

her own life. The story was buried deep, but Alexander had called upon the Lord of

seemingly trivial incident had caught the attention of the most formidable Lord

“Tyson, Ashwin, Viggo…”

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

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