For three years, he was a useless live-in son-in-law, mocked by the whole city for having no backbone.
He knelt on the Jiang family’s steps, endured their contempt, and carried their bills. Even his wife shoved divorce papers at him seventeen times and told him to get out.
No one knew there was a seal buried inside him.
When the three years were up, the seal shattered.
The blood of the trenches in Eastern Europe, the power of the global dark web, and the might of the Twelve Dragon Thorn Orders all came flooding back into his mind.
In the pouring rain that day, he tore up the divorce papers and dialed a number he had not touched in three years.
“Pass the order. Initiate the reckoning.”
The call ended. A hundred generals knelt at his door, and the whole city was shaken.
“I bought the Dihao Hotel. I gave the Jiang Group everything it has. I’m taking it all back.”
His ex-wife knelt outside the Dihao, crying out his name. He gave her just two words:
“Not interested.”
From Jiangcheng to the provincial capital, from ancient martial arts tournaments to foreign tribunals, from the Soul Pearl of the War Master to the nine ancient towers,
he settled the score for the three years he had spent in hiding, one debt at a time. Not one person who had bullied, humiliated, or trampled him would get away.
