[Yuna Burgert's perspective.]

The old European-style villa stood at the edge of the drunken city. In the ballroom, the wine-red glass was filled with a tempting and terrifying aura. The wind was tainted by the scent of blood.

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded, and a piercing scream resounded through the sky. In the hall, the people of the Burgert family were panicking and wailing. Their screaming was mixed with the sound of gunfire and the strong smell of blood.

I lay on the desolate grass in the corner of the manor. My face was bruised and swollen. My half-brothers had beaten me until I was bleeding all over. The cold air gradually invaded my limbs, and I did not even have the strength to stand up.

The sounds of gunfire and wailing from the other side of the villa were more pleasing than I had ever heard before. Suddenly, I heard footsteps from a short distance away. I recognized the sound of leather shoes walking on the ground.

In the silent night, my hearing became unusually sharp, and the sound of approaching footsteps became clear and discernible. The sound of steady, steady, powerful footsteps, as they collided with the Mud Road, came closer and closer from a distance, from a blur to a clarity, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, slowly approaching me.

When I came back to my senses, I saw a man standing in front of me. He was a handsome man who gave off the aura of a king that would shake the world. He looked like a handsome devil.

I watched as he quickly picked up the silver pistol with the word "King" engraved on it and pointed it at me.

'Well, I've had enough of living like this.' I looked at him deeply and slowly closed my eyes as I thought to myself.

It was unfortunate to be born into a mafia family, but it was the most unfortunate for a mistress to give birth to me. There was not a single person in the entire family who could be spoken to. I was either being humiliated by my half-brothers, being scolded and beaten, or being ignored and ridiculed by the adults.

No one would know that during those countless nights, under the moonlight, I would steal a fruit knife and aim it at my arteries. I wanted to give myself a vicious slash, and with one slash, I would be free.

How many times did I have the chance? How many times did I give up? How ridiculous! I hated this world and wanted to die so much, but I could not do it. If only someone could help me do it.

The time had finally come. "Come! I'm ready. Hurry up, mister," I said with a smile.

At this moment, I felt more at ease than I had ever felt before. However, why did he look shocked and flustered? Was I seeing things? I thought to myself doubtfully before I fainted due to excessive blood loss.

[Andrew Alex's perspective.]

"King, these are the information of the families that you requested." Glen respectfully placed the documents on his desk and started to report on the recent situation of these families.

"Miss Irene of the Alvin family has been in a close relationship with Young Master Nick of the Steve family recently. I heard that the two of them are going to get married."

"The Paxtons have been selling drugs and weapons on a large scale recently, and they've been having a lot of conflicts with our people in Rock City recently. I heard that it was started by our people."

"The Mayfield family has been the same recently. Ever since you killed the only son of their patriarch, that old man hasn't had done anything yet. Who knows what tricks he has up his sleeves!"

"The members of the Celeston family have been researching new weapons recently. You know that the members of their family are all research maniacs."

"..."

"After what happened earlier, the Burgert family has been planning to arrange snipers and bombs to assassinate you when you pass by Helen Bridge tomorrow."

After listening to Glen's report for more than 20 minutes, I flipped through the information he had organized for me.

In a deep voice, he said, "Send out six guys to keep an eye on the Alvins, the Steves, and the Mayfields. If there are any unusual movements, report to me at any time."

"Don't worry about the Paxtons. If there are any troublemakers, just hit them hard."

"But King, the Second Young Master of the Paxton family controls most of the drug and alcohol businesses underground around Rock City. It'll be a little difficult to deal with this person for a while," Glen said awkwardly.

"Hmm, Dick Paxton..."

"This guy is indeed a little difficult to deal with, but it's not impossible. Leave this to me. I'll go and talk to him," I spoke as I exhaled and threw the fourth cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Apart from those three families, send another group of people back. I need them.

"As for the research maniacs of the Celeston family, we have a cooperative relationship. As long as there's money, they won't care about anything.

"As for the weapons, you can look for the Celeston Rex."

When I flipped through the information on the Burgert family, I seemed to have thought of something. I smiled and said to Glen, "Let's start with the Burgert family tonight!

"As a warning to those stubborn old fogies who don't know what's good for them. It's our world now. They should've retired long ago.

"Alright, get everything ready!

"Don't mess it up. I trust you, Glen."

"You can leave it to me! King!"