Tyson asked. “Mr. Damian Goodman, how should we proceed this time? Are we still keeping it from Mr. Braydon Goodman? His men are still outside West Isle


    Goodman maintained a neutral expression. His wrinkled face broke into a cold smile.


    ‘Does Braydon think those worthless individuals can keep me trapped? That’sughable,’ Damian thought.


    “This time. I’ll leave openly. My grandson needs to know who’s really in charge of the Goodman family,” Damian said.


    The news of Damian leaving West Isle to return to the head of the Goodman family quickly spread throughout the underworld of Mysonna


    By the time Braydon received the news, the people he had sent to guard Damian had already been wiped out. His eyes showed no surprise, only an endless chill, with hints of blood in their depths.


    Carson stood by the side, trembling with fear.


    He was a staunch supporter of Braydon. He hadn’t expected Damian to have someone able to ovee Braydon’s obstacles and return to Mysonna. Damian’s power and ruthlessness were truly rming


    Years ago. Braydon asked Carson to send Damian to West Isle. Now that Damian was back, it was like Carson’s life was hanging by a thread.


    Braydon yed with the lighter in his hands. In the flickering firelight, his face shifted between light and shadow, and that small scar added an eerie touch.


    After a long pause, Braydon chuckled lightly, then burst intoughter, his voice sharp and piercing.


    Carson didn’t dare lift his head. He tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, but with only two people in the room, he had nowhere to hide.


    Braydon’s gaze fixed on Carson, cold and mocking


    His voice was smooth and shadowy, saying, “Damian is something. All these years, he stayed on West Isle just to mislead me 1 naively thought he had no followers left, and no chance to rise again. Today, he’s truly pped me in the face.”


    Carson bowed his head even lower, feeling even more frightened by Braydon’s words.


    “Chief Braydon, since Chief Damian left West Isle this time, he didn’t leave anyone behind. It means he’s dering war on you. It won’t be easy to send him back this time,” Carson said.


    Braydon pursed his lips, his dark eyes cold and deep, with a hint of madness.


    “What if he’s dering war? He’s not the underground king he used to be. And I’m not the Braydon who could be easily pushed around anymore, Braydon said.


    Hearing this, Carson’s fear grew stronger,


    He knew a little about Braydon’s past. It was a taboo in the Goodman family that no one dared to mention. Before leading the family, Braydon was not like he is now.


    Braydon looked up, ncing coldly at Carson, asking, “How are things on Yvette’s side? Any news?”


    Carson outlined thetest intelligence he had gathered, reporting, “Chief Braydon, we’ve discovered where Ms. Zeller is staying. The ce was purchased by a man. We’ve been investigating for a long time and even used government connections, but we still can’t identify him. The officials we’ve bribed in the Mysonna government say the vi owner’s identity is ssified as top-secret, and they don’t have the authority to ess it. As for Ms. Zeller, her counter-surveince skills are too powerful. Our operatives lost her after just a few minutes, leaving us unable to track her movements But.


    Carson paused, uncertain whether he should continue, worried that Braydon’s reaction might be intense.


    Braydon curled his lips into a cold smile, his voice stern, asking, Continue. But what?”


    A cold sweat dripped down Carson’s face. Not daring to linger, he quickly continued, “There’s not just M. Zeller living in the vi. There are also four men and one woman. We’ve identified the woman as Mr. Nathan Goodman’s girlfriend. Sienna. But we haven’t been able to find any useful information about the other four men since they haven’t shown up.”


    Braydon tossed the lighter in his hand. It hit Carson’s head directly, causing blood to gush out instantly.


    Carson didn’t dare to move at all, letting the blood flow down. It kept flowing more and more until his whole face was covered, looking extremely frighteningN?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    “Useless, all of you are useless! Yvette is in Mysonna, and I still don’t know anything about her. What exactly is the punishment hall under you doing? I’ll give you three more days. If you can’t find out those people’s information by then. you can forget about being the head of the punishment hall. Get out!” Braydon shouted.


    With a bloodied face, Carson bowed ny degrees, turned around, and walked out. As he reached the door, he heard Braydon say. “No wonder Yvette chose Charles instead of you back then.”


    Carson clenched his fists tightly for a moment, then he casually pushed the door open and left.


    What’s the point of being great? Charles is just a dead person. The real power lies in who lives longer, Carson thought


    Royal Phoenix was thergest private club in Mysonna. Itbines leisure and entertainment with high privacy, making it the favorite spot for Mysonna’s wealthy.


    Usually, it was bustling with people, but today it was eerily quiet, with only the club staff on high alert and no outsiders to be


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    There was only one reason. Damian was here.


    Some people who wanted to enter and have fun were stopped by the staff and were ready to get angry. After hearing Damian’s name, they didn’t dare make a fuss and left dejectedly


    There were also some curious onlookers watching from afar, not leaving. The staff mentioned Damian was hosting an important guest here.


    “Who could it be? What significant guest would warrant a personal invitation from Damian? How impressive must the man be?’ those curious onlookers wondered,


    That was Damian, after all. When he unified Mysonna’s underworld, some of them weren’t even born yet. Damian was a legendary figure. Anyone wanted a chance to see him.


    Tyson stood at the door in a ck suit, back as straight as a rod, his face cold and expressionless,


    Some onlookers from high society recognized Tyson and quickly filled in those around them on who Tyson was. The way people looked at Tyson changed immediately.


    ording to an informed source, Tyson was the legendary tough guy working for Damian. He had once single-handedly wiped out an enemy gang overnight


    Everyone automatically gave Tyson a wide berth, Yet now, people were even more intrigued by this distinguished guest. Tyson personally came to wee the guest. That said it was all about the guest’s status.


    Word was that Damiair hadnt even returned to the Goodman family house or seen his grandsons beforeing straight here..


    Who could this person be? Everyone wondered. Their curiosity was piqued. The crowd waited eagerly.


    All sorts of people walked past the entrance of Royal Phoenix, yet Tyson didn’t budge, maintaining a robotic demeanor.


    Just as the crowd was growing impatient, finally, Tyson moved. Tyson’s eyes flickered as he looked at the person who got off the bus across the street.


    She is always so unpredictable. Tyson thought.


    Yvette nced at the thick crowd around, adjusted her baseball cap to reveal just a bit of her chin, and walked slowly toward Royal Phoenix with her hands in her pockets.


    The crowd’s attention was all on Tyson, naturally missing the person getting off the bus. They would never have guessed the person Damian invited woulde by bus.


    Tyson approached Yvette and bowed. He greeted Yvette in a cautious and respectful voice, “Ms. Zeller, please, Mr. Goodman is waiting for you in the gun room”


    Onlookers nced at each other, with some just realizing that Yvette had just gotten off the bus. It was unbelievable for them. Suddenly, it was like a bomb had exploded


    They didn’t hear what Tyson said. From Tyson’s actions and expressions, it was clear how respectful Yvette was.


    A girl who just got off the bus?’ everyone wondered.