Chapter 0254

A sleek Maserati with a northern tag eased to a halt on the fresh asphalt of the ring road encircling the

New Chesire Group’s burgeoning industrial park, nestled in the northern outskirts of Ol’ Mare.

A young man in a crisp white T-shirt emerged from the vehicle, his gaze sweeping over the park, a

confident

smirk playing at the edge of his lips.

He was Leandro, the scion of one of the mighty northern clans, the Jackman family.

The Jackman family had dispatched a mere six people to Ol’ Mare, and Leandro was among that elite

group.

His mission? To seize control of New Chesire Group and claim their pharmaceutical sensation, ‘One

Life’, for

his own.

“The boss of New Chesire Group is Amber, isn’t she?”

Approaching the park’s gate, Leandro peered inside, a low laugh escaping him. “Rumor has it she’s Ol’

Mare’s

reigning beauty. Gorgeous and gifted, yet she’s saddled herself with a deadbeat husband…

“Ah, that’s right. The washed-up nobody, Alexander, right?”

The middle-aged chauffeur, who had been driving, promptly bowed, his tone steeped in deference.

“Indeed!

However, sir, Alexander might not be the loser the gossip suggests. The Ellis family’s downfall, the

Hart’s

uprooting-it’s all linked to him. If…”

his lips twisting into a sneer. “Whatever his skills, he’s

but a has

soldier in my book. A mere

dipped his head, a mix of respect and fear etched

might be clueless, he knew the

second

in the fighters’ community.

Fighters, he snagged the eighty-third spot-a spot that should not be

it onto the fighters’ ranking were at least Grandmasters at the pinnacle

a spot among the

physical strength;

lethal technique that ordinary individuals found hard

a skill set enabled one to effortlessly defeat even those at the

transformation.

individuals were the true powerhouses of Regulus Windsur back

chit-chat. Time for

Amber on the line. Tell her to

and the

the Jackman family,

thinks about saying no, she’ll get a taste of what a Chart of Fighters

shot

can do!”

whipping

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as the screen came to life, it buzzed with an incoming call

“Mister Jackman?”

off-guard, the driver quickly picked up. “Mister Jackman,

“Mister Yaron Scott!”

right outside the gates of

Matthew’s phone,

Leandro Jackman? Quick, put him on

An emergency?

middle-aged chauffeur’s complexion shifted subtly as he hastily passed the cell phone to

face etched with anxiety. “Mister Leandro Jackman, it’s Basil, the

bodyguard.

trouble at the

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