Jacob trembled with fear. He urged David, who stood frozen in indecision, “David, go! If they really attack you, I won’t know what to say to your family!”


    Jones’s voice cut through the tension like ice, “If you don’t want to go, then just stay.”


    David gritted his teeth, battling his inner turmoil. After a brief hesitation, he turned and dashed out of the suite.


    Jacob was engulfed in despair, yet he found a sliver of hope in Don Albert’s presence. He silently prayed that Don Albert could navigate this perilous situation.


    What Jacob didn’t realize was that Don Albert felt utterly powerless at that moment.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Had his men been nearby, they would have stormed into the room given the uproar in the Diamond Suite. The absence of any intervention confirmed the dire injuries inflicted on his crew, as imed by these men.


    Mr. Lloyd red at Don Albert, his resentment palpable, and growled, “Don Albert Rhodes, today is your day to die!”


    Turning to Jones, he added with a forced respect, “Mr. Jones, please!”


    Jones nodded and stepped forward, dering, “Don Albert Rhodes, prepare to meet your end!”


    Once a skilled martial artist in his youth, Don Albert refused to back down. He took a defensive stance and replied coldly, “If you wish for my death, let’s see if you can handle the challenge!”


    Jones smirked, resembling a viin from a film, and muttered, “In my eyes, you’re nothing but a worthless insect!”


    With that, he strode purposefully toward Don Albert.


    Serious and resolute, Don Albert knew he couldn’t yield, so he unleashed a punch at Jones.


    Jones sneered, catching Don Albert’s fist as they collided.


    But the moment their fists met, Don Albert was struck by an overwhelming force, as if a boulder had hit him. With a loud puff, he was thrown back, crashing to the ground.


    As hey there, disbelief washed over Don Albert. This man was extraordinary! His strength surpassed anything he had faced!


    Marcus watched the unfolding drama, excitement coursing through him as his heart raced!


    Mr. Lloyd was even more exhrated!


    The fallen figure was the ruler of Aurous Hill’s underworld!


    But by the end of the night, he would take that title—along with Don Albert’s life!<fn8ee2> This text is hosted at find~novel</fn8ee2>


    Mr. Lloyd sneered, letting his imagination run wild, “Don Albert, you thought you were so powerful! Now you see there’s always someone stronger, don’t you?”


    He approached Don Albert, adding mockingly, “Before you die, I’ll show you what humiliation feels like!”


    He quickly instructed, “Mr. Jones, hold him up. I want to carve ‘pathetic jerk’ into his forehead as revenge for my son!”


    Jones responded coolly, “I’m here to kill him, not fulfill your petty wishes. If you want that done, wait until after I finish him!”


    “Then he won’t experience the humiliation before he dies!”


    Jones red at him, irritated. “The Wilson guy over there, you can do whatever you want with him, but I must kill Don Albert Rhodes first!”


    No hesitation crossed Jones’s face as he seized Don Albert by the neck with one hand, lifting him against the wall, leaving his legs dangling!


    With a slight increase in pressure, Don Albert felt a sharp pain in his neck, gasping for breath. It was more excruciating than a noose tightening around him, as if his throat would shatter at any moment!


    Don Albert struggled for air, his face turning shades of ck and purple. Deep within, he realized that today might indeed be hisst.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>