The Pinnacle Of Life

Few minutes later, the golf course of the Stoermers of Michigan that was lively earlier was left with empty seats. Everyone was gone.

Carlos was dead.

Tristan was diagnosed with a weird sickness of eating mud.

The ranking of the eight great royal families would have a change in terms of power soon.

Many people went back to make preparation or adjust their strategies for the change. There was no trivial matter among the royal families. They fought, schemed and deceived each other all the time. Whether in the field of business or martial arts, there would always be fierce, bloody competition.

It was not just a fight for their fame and positions but also interests and luck.

“Dad, Dad, are you okay?”

At this moment, a voice broke the silence.

The one who spoke was Harvey Stoermer. At this moment, he was holding Carlos and his face was filled with grief and indignation.

and looked at Carlos’s corpse. His entire body trembled as he pointed at Kazim. He said as his eyes were filled with hatred, “Kazim Stoermer, you people actually killed the ancestor of the Stoermers! This is treacherous, you’re just seeking your deaths! Once the news is spread to

said calmly as he looked at

how would that even be possible? If this is the case,

about this. You should really… Just rest in

did you

of Michigan are upright and we shall not tolerate bad people. You bully the weak and fear the strong. You tried to sell

Thud! Thud! Thudl

three steps

Kazim in front of him was no longer a pushover that could be controlled by

“Third Bro, I… I’m your

up a scimitar on the ground. He moved like lightning and cut through Conor’s neck with a

deserve to be my eldest

Bam!

the ground

a cold sweat. He looked at Kazim terrifyingly. “T-Third