His Lordship Alexander Kane

It took less than 30 minutes for the patriarchs of the Fabio and Jentsch families to arrive, their faces etched with gravity.

Among the northern tycoons, the Fablos and Jentsches were staunch allies of the Redwine family.

Dallas might have been a young gun in the Redwine family, but everyone knew he was the heir apparent. His call to arms was not to be taken lightly.

“Let's cut to the chase,” Dallas said, locking eyes with the two family heads. “We're all on the same side here, so I'll spare you the small talk. We're here for one reason-to take Zabaleta and claim Ol‘ Mare for ourselves.”

Zabaleta, the crown jewel of the southeast, was a port city overflowing with resources. Ol‘ Mare, straddling the vital territories of Aaronson and Sunhaven, was a prize worth fighting for.

Taking down Zabaleta and Ol Mare would have meant they had the southeast in their pocket. The Redwine family would have shot straight to the top, giving those northern big shots a run for their money!

“The real thorn in our side at Ol Mare is Alexander. As for Zabaleta, it's the Saunders family...” Wido Jentsch, head honcho of the Jentsch family, and Gibson Fabio, the big guy from the Fabio family, locked eyes before Gibson leaned in and murmured, “We can handle the Saunders bunch, but Alexander's a different story. Got any tricks up your sleeve? We're all in this together, so lay it on us.”

Dallas let out a low chuckle, “No tricks, no plans.”

What?!

Both Wido and Gibson were floored, their faces a picture of pure shock.

No game plan for a double takedown of Zabaleta and Ol‘ Mare? That was crazy talk.

“Do we really need a game plan with our families’ muscles to take on Alexander and Roslyn?” Dallas saw the worry written all over their faces and smirked, “Gentlemen, when our families

throw their weight around, it’s like a heavyweight champ stepping into the ring with lightweights. Alexander and Roslyn are toast! It's like squashing bugs—why overthink it? We go in hard and

fast, and it's game over.” Wido and Gibson's eyes sparkled with excitement. 15 BONDS

In the bustling city of Zabaleta, the Saunders family was the top dog, but up north, the Redwine. Jentsch, and Fabio families made the Saunders look Eke small fry. Even with old-timer Alexander. known to some as Of Mare, in the mix, they could not hope to make a splash.

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“Last time we were in Zabaleta, my boneheaded little bro didn’t think before he leaped and ended up losing us four top-notch Envoys.” Dallas said with a sneer, remembering Owen’s blunder

He held up three fingers, a smug look on his face. “However, the roots of the Redwine family run deep. We weren't even scratched. This time around, we’re bringing out the big guns—the Quickle brothers from the north!”

The Quickle brothers?

Wido and Gibson were floored, their faces a picture of shock.

Each brother was a Grandmaster, a peak performer in energy transformation.

Together, they could take down any run-of-the-mill supreme grand martial Their fearsome reputation had spread far and wide in the north, and then, poof, they disappeared over ten years ago, with no one the wiser about their whereabouts.

It appeared they had been in the Redwine family’s corner all along! “With the Quickle brothers stepping up to the plate, we're looking at a whole new ball game!”

Wido and Gibson thrust out three fingers each, their faces oozing with a commanding aura. * Between the Jentsch and Fabio family, we'll bring out three Grandmasters each. Alexander might be tough, but he’s no match for us!*

With the three major families banding together, boasting nine Grandmasters in total, the alliance was downright formidable. “It's a deal, then!”From NôvelDrama.Org.

Dallas grinned triumphantly, shaking hands with the patriarchs of the two families before flashing a wicked smile. “Once you two are geared up, we'll throw down the gauntlet to Alexander and Roslyn!

“I'm going to show Alexander and Roslyn that kings will be kings, and they’re nothing but bugs trying to pick a fight with us!* Wido and Gibson, fists clasped, could not hide the greedy glint in their eyes as they daydreamed about the spoils to come.

“No time to waste, let’s get to it!”