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Hannah did not respond. Her face had gone pale, her expression hollow and exhausted as her entire worldview began crumbling.
Aspen stood quietly, her eyes filled with contemplation. She had always considered Snees Corporation’s rise from a small, struggling workshop to the powerhouse it was today an anomaly.
For the longest time, she had assumed Hannah was some kind of prodigy, a brilliant businesswoman who single-handedly made it happen. However, after working closely with her for a while, Aspen realized Hannah was not as extraordinary as everyone believed.
Sure, she was smart enough to handle her CEO duties, but to single-handedly build an empire? Aspen had always been skeptical.
Then, there was Irene and Leroy-one was a greedy, self-absorbed woman obsessed with money, while the other was a spoiled, arrogant, rich boy with neither brains nor work ethic.
All they ever did was beg Hannah for money while prancing around in public like they were business royalty.
Aspen shook her head. Two useless parasites like that could never have contributed anything meaningful to Snees Corporation’s success.
The only other family member of note was Douglas, but the old man had retired long ago and barely paid attention to the company anymore. Hence, all signs pointed to one thing: the company’s rise had been driven by someone working in the shadows.
When Aspen connected the dots, there was only one logical candidate-Kingsley. The company’s golden era coincided perfectly with the time when Kingsley was still with Hannah.
In fact, it was during that peak that Hannah dumped him.
And what happened afterward? The company did not crash, but the rapid growth slowed to a crawl. Aspen was certain now-Kingsley was the invisible hand behind Snees Corporation’s success.
However, she kept these thoughts to herself and put on a reassuring smile, saying, “Hannah, don’t let Kingsley’s words get to you. It’s just empty talk. Think about it. He didn’t show a shred of pro didn’t right?
“And you know better than anyone-success isn’t built on stories. You’re the one who turned Snees Corporation into what it is today And breaking up with that freeloader was the smartesto decision you ever made.”
She added, “If you let his lies mess with your head, you’ll just end up falling into his trap. You’re too smart for that, Hannah.
Hannah forced a faint smile, but the storm inside her did not calm. Kingsley’s words echoed through her mind like hailstones, sharp and icy, impossible to ignore.
Whether he was lying or telling the truth, she had to find out. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone.
She murmured, “Let’s start with the first thing he said. I’m going to find out if the South City project really came from Kingsley-or if Marvin gave it to me on his own.”
Irene rolled her eyes with a scoff. “If Kingsley really had that kind of influence, I’d light a candle for him out of shock. That man’s gotten way too full of himself. Hannah, you need to expose him for the fraud he is!”
Leroy snorted. “Hannah, go ahead and get to the bottom of it. I can’t wait to see that bastard’s face when you expose him for the fraud he is.”
Not wanting to get dragged into the Snees family’s drama, Aspen slipped away to her room and dialed Gordon’s number. She warned him, “Mr. Woods, you should be careful. Kingsley might come looking for you.”
Gordon’s voice came through the phone, cold and dismissive. “If that kid wants to come die at my doorstep, I’ll gladly help him with that.”
Aspen replied, “Still, you should stay alert. I’m worried Kingsley might show up with some of the underground forces in Jayrodale to ambush you.”
Gordon scoffed. “Numbers mean nothing against someone at my level. If they come swarming like ants,
I’ll just retreat and pick them off one by one later. It’s nothing but a waste of my time.”
Aspen’s voice turned icy. “I’ll wait for your good news, Mr. Woods.”
Gordon chuckled darkly. “Relax. Once I clean up the mess here in Jayrodale, I’ll be heading back to Bridgefields. Taking care of a bunch of small-time punks? It’s hardly worth my attention.”
Aspen smirked. “Don’t worry, Mr. Woods. I won’t let you make this trip in vain.”
Meanwhile, at the Bamboo Hill Estate on the north side of the city, Kingsley stepped out of his car and strode toward the wooden cabin ahead.
Standing in the clearing in front of the cabin, he called out in a calm, unyielding voice, “Gordon! Get out here and face your death!”
The wooden door creaked open with a low, eerie groan. Then, a man stepped out-Gordon, his back hunched beneath a grotesque lump of muscle, his face sharp and sinister. He let out a twisted, raspy laugh.
Gordon laughed, “Kid, you’ve got some balls. Tell me how many people did you brought along? Go ahead and call them out. I’m not afraid.
Kingsley shook his head. “I didn’t bring anyone. It’s just me.”
Gordon’s eyes narrowed. He let out a cold chuckle. “Yeah, right. Like you’d dare come alone. I know your game you’re trying to bait me into some kind of ambush, aren’t you?”
Convinced he had unraveled Kingsley’s supposed trick, Gordon threw his head back and laughed hoarsely.
“Kingsley, you’re still green. If you want to outsmart me, you’ve got a long way to go,” he taunted. “So why don’t you just call out your little backup squad? It makes no difference to me. Killing one or killing them all-it’s all the same!
Kingsley’s expression did not change. In two long strides, he closed the distance between them. He said coldly, “I already told you-I came alone. Or are you really so paranoid? Always scared of being ambushed.”
He mocked, “You should’ve thought this through. For me to deal with a hunchbacked coward like you, why the hell would I need backup?”
Without warning, Kingsley launched a punch straight at Gordon’s face. The move was simple, direct, and brutal.
Gordon’s face twisted with rage. “You arrogant punk! You’ve gone too far! You’re digging your own grave!” He threw up both palms to block the punch and twisted his body to counterattack.
With a guttural snarl, Gordon unleashed his signature technique-Plaguebringer’s Palm.
It was a deadly strike, one that had earned him a reputation as a martial arts legend. He could not believe Kingsley dared to take him so lightly.
Who the hell charges in without a plan? Was this kid really so reckless, or just plain suicidal?
Before long, the two palms collided with a deafening impact.
A sharp, pulsing shockwave rippled through the air. Gordon’s eyes widened as a strange, piercing force surged through his arms. Soon, a dull pain crept along his veins, like something was trying to burst them apart from the inside.
He exhaled through clenched teeth and quickly stepped back, his face tight with disbelief.
“You actually dared to block my Plaguebringer’s Palm head-on?” he rasped, eyes locked on Kingsley. “Do you have a death wish? Don’t you know that even a single touch could poison your bloodstream, destroy your organs, and weaken your strength?”
Kingsley glanced at his palm, where a faint black mark had appeared-the toxic imprint of Gordon’s Plaguebringer’s Palm. However, with a slight shift of his internal energy, the venomous mark dissolved into nothing, as though it had never existed.
“Your so-called Plaguebringer’s Palm feels more like an itch,” Kingsley stated coldly. “It’s not even worth mentioning.”
With that, he lunged forward. His voice dropped to a frigid growl as he taunted, “That was just a warm-up, Gordon. So what if you’re a peak senior grandmaster? Killing you will be child’s play!”
In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged over a dozen ferocious blows.
“You insolent brat!” Gordon bellowed, enraged. “I swear I’ll crush you under my palm!”
However, Kingsley pressed the attack relentlessly, forcing Gordon to retreat with every strike.
On the other hand, Gordon’s anger flared. He was supposed to be the dominant one here, the predator toying with his prey. He had expected Kingsley to cower, maybe beg for mercy-but instead, this young punk came at him like a battering ram, with no fear and no patience for games.
Gordon’s pride, his identity as a peak senior grandmaster, took a massive hit. He was a warrior who had terrorized the northern region for decades. Being treated like an afterthought by a younger man was something he could not stand.
Yet, no matter how he tried to regain control, Kingsley’s attacks crashed down like relentless waves, each strike heavier than the last. The power was monstrous-like an unyielding tide, growing stronger with every move.
“You little bastard!” Gordon roared, desperation creeping into his voice. “Die already!”
Driven by humiliation, he threw both hands forward with a guttural shout. Two palms surged toward Kingsley, both charged with his most lethal move-Plaguebringer’s Palm.
Using the technique twice in quick succession drained him, but he was certain it would end the fight. Even if Kingsley did not die from the impact, the toxins should ravage his body from within, turning his blood into poison and rendering him helpless.
The air cracked as the palms connected with Kingsley’s defenses. However, Kingsley remained standing, completely unscathed. His expression did not even shift.
“Hunchbacked fool,” he said with a mocking smirk. “Is that the best your so-called peak senior grandmaster status can do?”
He stepped forward and threw a single punch. The blow slammed into Gordon’s chest with terrifying force. The sickening sound of snapping ribs echoed through the clearing.
Gordon’s eyes bulged as a thick stream of blood surged up his throat and burst from his mouth. He staggered backward, both hands clutching his shattered ribs.
“This… this isn’t possible,” he gasped, his voice trembling with disbelief.
“You… you’re not just a junior grandmaster… not even a senior grandmaster… you’ve gone beyond that… you’re…”
His face contorted in horror as the realization hit.
Kingsley’s gaze remained icy. “Back at Moonlit Apothecary, you thought I couldn’t kill you, didn’t you?
Hunchbacked fool, you were wrong. I could have killed you at any time. I just wasn’t ruthless enough back then.” ,
“But you made the one mistake you shouldn’t have,” Kingsley continued, stepping closer with each word. “You followed that idiot Aspen’s orders and went after my people. And for that… I’m sending you straight to hell.”
Kingsley rushed forward, his aura sharp and suffocating.
Cold dread gripped Gordon’s heart. He had faced death countless times over his 30-year reign in the north, yet nothing had ever frightened him like this.
The icy sensation shot down his spine, raising the hair on the back of his neck.
“Kingsley… I admit you’re stronger than I expected,” Gordon rasped, his voice shaking. “But I am Gordon Woods! dominated the northern underground for three decades ? might be old… but I’m not defenseless!”
Gordon staggered backward, his eyes wide with fear as he gasped out, “Why don’t we just end this here? Let’s call it even. If you push me too far, I’ll fight to the death and I guarantee you won’t walk away unscathed.”
He was retreating frantically now, his voice trembling beneath the bravado. Survival, not pride, was his priority. Facing Aspen’s disappointment was one thing-but losing his life was another matter entirely. More than that, Gordon was struggling to process the reality in front of him. Jayrodale was supposed to be a stagnant backwater town. How had a terrifying powerhouse like Kingsley emerged from this place? He thought returning from Bridgefields after years in hiding would allow him to dominate this city easily. Instead, he had stumbled into a nightmare a young monster who dismantled him with brutal efficiency. The realization gnawed at his sanity. His entire worldview, built on decades of superiority, was collapsing. Kingsley’s voice cut through the tension, cold and unforgiving. “Now you want to call it even? Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?”
His eyes gleamed as he closed the gap in an instant.
Before Gordon could react, Kingsley’s hands blurred, striking multiple points across his torso with pinpoint precision. Each blow landed with a sickening crack, shattering bone and rupturing ligaments.
Gordon screamed, the sound raw and primal, as agony exploded through his body.
Kingsley ignored the man’s cries. He flipped his wrist, and three silver needles appeared between his fingers. Without hesitation, he drove them into the grotesque hump on Gordon’s back.
The needles pierced deep into the swollen tissue. Immediately, three jets of foul, black blood shot from the wounds, releasing a pungent, toxic stench into the night air.
Gordon howled in agony and turned to flee, relying on his legs, the only limbs still functioning.
Kingsley did not move. He simply stood there, watching with cold indifference as Gordon hobbled away, desperate and broken.
“You can try running,” Kingsley said, voice calm and measured. “But you won’t get far. I’ve already pierced your death node-you’re living on borrowed time.”
“And if you’re wondering why it feels familiar,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “it’s because I tampered with it back at Moonlit Apothecary. It was a warning. One you were too arrogant to heed.” “You should’ve left my people alone. But you didn’t. And now you’ll pay for that choice.”
As his final word fell, Gordon’s back gave a grotesque shudder. With a sickening pop, the hump on his back exploded, spraying his entire body with the toxic, corrosive blood.
“No!” Gordon screamed, his voice shrill with terror. The poison ate through his skin instantly, black veins spiderwebbing across his body.
The pain was unimaginable. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest as his skin sizzled and disintegrated.
“Please… Kingsley… please,” he begged, his voice raw and broken. “Spare me. I’ll do anything-anything you want!”
Kingsley did not answer. He simply turned away, walked to his car, and started the engine.
With a single press of the accelerator, the vehicle roared to life and sped away from Bamboo Hill Estate.
Behind him, Gordon’s body convulsed on the ground.
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