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However, having wealth and power was only the foundation. It was not nearly enough to reach the highest levels.
Plenty of rich kids trained in combat, but most were nothing more than show-offs. Their skills were shallow, nothing beyond a few flashy moves.
When faced with real martial artists, they would not last more than a few strikes. At best, they would get slapped. around and humiliated. At worst, they would end up dead.
To truly improve, money alone was not enough. One needed someone who could refine and craft the right tonics or enhancement pills. And those alchemists? They were not just rare-they were nearly impossible to hire.
Take Natasha and Dylan, for example. They were both filthy rich, yet most of the time, they had no idea how to spend their money wisely. To them, even the most basic enhancement pill was a rare treasure.
More often than not, they had to risk their lives, fighting and killing, just to get their hands on a single dose.
Why? Because alchemists stood at the top of the hierarchy unreachable, untouchable, and completely in control of their craft.
Even though Dylan and Natasha ruled over Jayrodale’s underground world, in front of an alchemist, they were nothing. Kingsley spent a good amount of effort refining the herbs and rare ingredients they had gathered, turning them into a powerful batch of tonic.
For him, brewing enhancement tonics for ordinary fighters was easy-it was practically second nature. However, the amount he had to produce this time was overwhelming since he needed enough to supply Natasha and Dylan’s entire crew-over a hundred people.
By the time he finished, he was completely drained.
Natasha, ever the opportunist, stuck by his side the entire time. She massaged his shoulders, kneaded his back, brought him water, and wiped away his sweat. When he was too focused to notice, she even stole a few kisses on his cheek.
She took care of everything, acting like a devoted personal maid.
Kingsley was not fooled. He knew Natasha was not just being considerate-this was her way of buttering him up. After all, the tonics he had made were meant fopher and Dylan’s people.
Right now, in Natasha’s eyes, Kingsley was the ultimate prize. If she had her way, she would cling to him every night, never letting him leave her bed.
“Alright,” Kingsley said, exhaling as he looked over the tonics. “Follow my instructions and dilute these in warm water before use.”
He explained, “Since the supply is limited, I suggest distributing it only to your most talented and promising subordinates. With this tonic, their training speed will skyrocket. Some might even see progress overnight.”
Kingsley carefully explained the usage, making sure Dylan and Natasha understood every detail. They both listened intently, committing every word to memory.
Kingsley had not bothered to hide his refining process from hem, which sparked their curiosity. Both of them watched closely, hoping to learn a thing or two.
Yet, as they observed, their heads started to spin.
Kingsley’s techniques were far too complicated. The process was intricate, with countless steps and precise sequences.
After a while, they both realized something-alchemy was not just about mixing ingredients. It was a high-level craft, requiring insane precision and knowledge.
Dylan rubbed his hands together and flashed a flattering grin. “Mr. Baldwin, now that we have the tonics, what about us? How do you plan on enhancing me and Natasha?” en
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Kingsley said, “The two of you already have a solid foundation. This tonic won’t do much for you. That’s why I’ve prepared something different-pills, specifically made for you.”
The moment they heard the word pills, Natasha and Dylan’s faces lit up with excitement. They watched eagerly, waiting for Kingsley to take them out.
However, instead of moving, Kingsley simply looked at them and said coldly, “All medicine carries poison to some degree. And pills-especially high-grade ones- are the most dangerous of them all.”
He continued, “For an ordinary person, swallowing a single high-grade pill could make their blood boil and explode within hours. The reason is simple these pills contain an overwhelming amount of energy. So don’t assume that just because a pill is rare and powerful, it’s automatically good for you.”
Natasha frowned. “Darling, are you saying the ones you made for us are high- grade pills?”
Kingsley pulled out a small box and placed it on the table. His voice remained indifferent. “These are Cleansing Pills. They will purge all impurities from your body and heal the hidden injuries you’ve accumulated over the years.
“Once absorbed, your entire physique will be reborn, but only if you can endure the process. I’m warning you now-if you can’t handle the pill’s effects, the best- case scenario is that your blood vessels rupture and your strength regresses. The worst? You end up half-dead, with your meridians completely destroyed.”
Natasha had already reached for the box, but at those words, her hand trembled slightly before she slowly pulled back.
Dylan stared at the pills, the eagerness in his eyes fading, replaced by a trace of fear.
Kingsley glanced at both of them, smirking. “Combat training is like rowing against the current-if you’re not moving forward, you’re falling behind. Martial arts isn’t just about fighting others. It’s about fighting yourself. It’s akin to going against the will of god itself.
“Every step forward is a battle. Every inch of progress is fought with blood and sweat. You both want strength, but you’re afraid of the risk. If that’s the case, then I might as well not waste my time.”
Dylan gritted his teeth. “Mr. Baldwin, it’s not that I’m afraid of dying!”
Kingsley let out a cold chuckle. “Oh? Then why don’t you take the pill? Weren’t you two just begging for high-grade pills?”
Natasha remained silent, her expression tense. However, Kingsley’s words had clearly struck a nerve-her pride flared, and frustration flickered in her eyes.
“Fine! I’ll take it!” With a sharp glint in her eyes, Natasha, true to her Black Widow nickname, grabbed the box without hesitation.
Dylan followed, his voice firm. “I’m in too. You’re right, Mr. Baldwin. Training isn’t for cowards. Either I push forward, or I get left behind. If I back down now, I’ll never reach the top. I’ll never become someone truly powerful.”
He added, “Before I met you, I was nothing more than an inexperienced and naive man-I had no idea how vast the world really was. But now thanks to you, I understand what it means to stand among true giants. And Twant to keep climbing higher. I want to see the view from the top.”
Natasha scoffed. “Do you think I clawed my way to the top by being afraid of death? Darling, don’t underestimate me. I fully intend to get stronger. Stronger than you even. And once I do, I’m going to pin you down in bed and have my way with you.”
Kingsley laughed. “Then you better work hard. But no matter how hard you try, that day will never come.”
Natasha gritted her teeth in frustration. She already could not beat Kingsley in a fight. Now, she could not even win an argument against him.
It seemed she would have to find another way to make him surrender-perhaps by using her body to make sure he was too weak to stand.
Kingsley hesitated for a moment before saying slowly, “The reason I pushed you to improve your skills across the board is because I have other plans. Very soon, you might face a real test against much stronger opponents.”
Dylan, completely unfazed, smirked. “Mr. Baldwin, you gave me this life, so whether it’s stronger opponents or even Jesus himself, I’ll make sure he’s running with that cross on his back!”
Natasha, more perceptive than Dylan, narrowed her eyes at Kingsley. “Darling, you’re not about to tell us you’ve got enemies, are you?”
Kingsley shrugged. “Wouldn’t call them enemies, but chances are, there’s gonna be a fight.”
Natasha chuckled. “In Jayrodale? Please. I doubt there’s anyone here who could even try to take you on. The Wellers, the Rhodes-none stand a chance against you. Even Mr. Yates on our side, so who else could you possibly be up against?”
Kingsley smiled. “Just because I don’t have rivals in Jayrodale doesn’t mean I don’t have them elsewhere. For example, the Golding and the Driscoll families over in Blumedale.”
Natasha and Dylan froze, their expressions tightening before exchanging uneasy glances.
Dylan let out a dry laugh. “Mr. Baldwin, you really don’t do easy mode, do you? Damn, I almost pissed myself just now.”
Natasha shot Kingsley a look. “Darling, do you have some kind of death wish? The Goldings and the Driscolls… Do you even realize how powerful the Goldings and the Driscolls are? Those families are absolute giants in the capital!”
Kingsley shrugged. “Of course, I know. That’s exactly why I had to toughen you up -otherwise, they’d crush you in a second.”
Dylan and Natasha fell silent.
A year ago, just hearing the names “Golding” or “Driscoll” would have been enough to make them back down without a second thought. Nonetheless, things were different now as they had Kingsley leading them.
“Whatever you say, I’ll follow,” Natasha muttered, throwing him a look that carried a mix of frustration and devotion. “My heart and soul already belong to you.”
Dylan snickered. “Mr. Baldwin, you might as well give her what she wants. She’s been living like a widow all these years, stuck alone in bed every night-it’s pretty sad, honestly.”
He added, “Now she’s given herself to you, and you’re still holding out? Even I feel bad for her!”
Kingsley rubbed his temple. “Let’s get through this mess first.”
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was Marcus.
“Mr. Baldwin, the whole company is in complete chaos right now. Mrs. Rhodes is losing her mind and demanding you to fix the situation!” Marcus’ voice was filled with urgency.
Kingsley’s expression remained indifferent. “Even you’re siding with her now?”
Marcus sighed. “I don’t have a choice. I can’t just sit back and watch the Rhodes Corporation’s situation worsen.”
Kingsley let out a cold chuckle. “Michael’s supposed to be so capable, isn’t he? Tell Mrs. Rhodes to go find him instead.”
With that, he ended the call. Kingsley was going to save Rhodes
Corporation for Lauren’s sake. As for Tiana, she could stew in her frustration a little longer-it was time to humble that so-called Iron Lady.
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Meanwhile, inside Rhodes Corporation’s headquarters, Tiana’s furious voice echoed through the entire building.
“Useless! All of you are absolutely useless! The company spends a fortune keeping you people around! You strut around acting high and mighty, demanding pay raises, but the second a real crisis hits, you’re all dead weight!”
She yelled, “Every minute that passes, over a hundred people are dragging our name through the mud online! Find a solution-every single one of you-now!”
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She slammed her hands on the table, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her face burning with rage. Dozens of executives, department heads, and senior managers stood before her, heads bowed, too terrified to utter a single word.
There was no way around it no one in the room could afford to bear the brunt of Tiana’s wrath. Yet, at the same time, there was nothing they could do to fix Rhodes Corporation’s current crisis.
Hence, they could only stand there in silence, listening as she vented her fury.
Michael finally lifted his head and could not help but say, “Aunt Tiana, none of us wanted this situation to happen either. Yelling at us won’t change anything-we’ve all done our best!”
Tiana’s icy gaze snapped to him, and she let out a sharp laugh. “So, you’re saying that Rhodes Corporation should just sit back and wait for its downfall? We should just watch as our reputation and profits continue to spiral until there’s nothing left?”
Michael clenched his jaw. “This is obviously the work of someone orchestrating an online smear campaign against us. But I believe if we keep our heads high and stay firm, public opinion will eventually shift, and this whole mess will blow over.”
Tiana slammed her hand on the table and roared, “Bullshit! If we had sat around waiting like you suggested, this company would’ve collapsed in the storm a long time ago!”
The sheer force of her voice sent a visible shudder through the room. Even Michael instinctively shrank back, his shoulders stiffening as a flicker of fear crossed his face.
Soon, that fear turned into anger-burning, humiliated anger. He was sick of Tiana and her domineering ways. Once Bane made his move, he would make sure this arrogant woman was dragged through the dirt where she belonged. By then, Michael doubted Tiana would act as high and mighty anymore.
Tiana suddenly sneered and said, “Michael, my dear nephew, let’s not forget that this whole mess started because of you. If you hadn’t torched the Wellers’ warehouse, none of this would have escalated into such a disaster.”
She leaned back in her chair, her smirk deepening. “You’ve been so eager for me to hand over the CEO position, but your reckless actions are making me reconsider.”
Michael’s face darkened. “Aunt Tiana, you can’t go back on your word! We agreed -whoever saved the Pharmaceutical Division, developed the new formula, and performed best in the company would take over as CEO.”
He continued, “I admit, my results didn’t turn out as expected, but at least I did something. Lauren, on the other hand, has done absolutely nothing! By all logic, the position should go to me!”
Tiana scoffed. “I keep my word, but right now, you need to clean up the mess you made first.”
Michael threw up his hands. “Sorry, Aunt Tiana, but this situation is beyond me.”
He was not an idiot. He knew
Rhodes Corporation had become a target, and anyone who tried to step up right now would only get torn apart So, instead of trying to show off, he played the smart move-he backed down.
Tiana let out a sharp laugh. “So, you’re admitting you’re useless and incompetent?”
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