His Lordship Alexander Kane

At the New Chesire Group headquarters, perched on the top floor of a skyscraper in Ol’ Mare, the General Manager's office was a beacon of light against the night sky.

Alexander had been gone for just a day, but in his absence, the Xanthos family had launched a full- scale economic assault. Distributors were bailing left and right, and the company’s ambitious push into the northern territories hit a brick wall.

Industry insiders were betting against them, predicting that under the Xanthos family’s crushing pressure, New Chesire Group’s days in the cosmetics game were numbered.

However, the tables turned in a way no one saw coming.

Facing down the Xanthos juggernaut, Chesire Group did not just hold the line-they doubled down, announcing a press conference to unveil a new product line. They were playing for keeps.

From the C-suite to the shop floor, everyone at New Chesire Group rallied to meet the Xanthos challenge head-on.

“A company like this,” a seasoned journalist commented, “either fades into obscurity or rises to legendary status, reshaping the business landscape.” That hot take went viral, sparking debates

across the web.

Amber’s star was on the rise, too. Her popularity was climbing, inch by inch, until she was outshining Callie.

“Amber's ready to fly solo.”

Outside his office, Alexander watched through a sliver of an open door as his wife worked with precision and focus. Pride was written all over his face, a sentiment he could not—-and would not-

hide.

Over the previous year, Amber transformed in the eyes of everyone. Gone was the timid girl once easily pushed around, she became a titan in the business world, unafraid to take on any challenge.

Alexander slipped out of the office without a word to Amber, setting off alone on a flight to the formidable Yewspire Mountain. Yewspire Mountain, the Yanker family’s northern fortress.

The secrets of 30 years past were locked away, out of reach for the average Joe. Even the dusty archives of the Lord of War had gaps too wide to bridge with time.

However, the Yanker family was a different story. 13 #15 MEAS

Yewspire Mountain was not just any stronghold, it was the cradle of northern martial arts, the heart of power for factions far and wide. Even with the Yanker family out of the spotlight, they were bound to hold the keys to the martial world’s mysteries,

To peel back the layers of the “Black Maple Organization,” a journey to Yewspire Mountain was a must!

In Regulus Windsur, the once-mighty social forces dwindled, Civilian martial arts masters, on the other hand, were a dying breed, Giants in the field like Zane were as rare as a shooting star in daylight.

Since the Yanker family stepped back from the limelight, they faced endless challenges, Yet, no one managed to stand toe-to— toe with Zane for more than ten rounds.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

That fateful trip to Ol‘ Mare, where Alexander took down Zane in a single move, had cast a long, dark shadow over Zane’s life and the Yanker family’s legacy.

Whispers in the martial arts circles had it that the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist was all flash, no substance; and that Zane, halled as a martial arts titan, was just a paper tiger.

Rumors swirled that Zane was past his prime, and with no one to carry on the Yanker family legacy, they were facing their darkest hour in a hundred years.

“They can’t live up to their storied name. The Yanker family is finished!”

Right there, in front of the Yanker family’s hall, a man built like a tank was howling with laughter.

Scattered at his feet, a dozen Yanker family youngsters were a mess on the ground, writhing and screaming in agony, clearly badly beaten.

“You think you’re on par with the Southern Fist?”

The towering man, his fists shimmering with a reddish—gold aura, sneered down at the Yanker family members, “Has the Yanker family really fallen this far? Where are all your champions? | want Zane!”

With a creak, the hall’s main doors swung open. There stood Zane, clad in a simple gray robe, flanked by 10 Yanker family Grandmasters, stepping out to meet the challenger’s gaze.

Zane’s spirit was undiminished by age. It might be undeniable.

Even a martial arts heavyweight like Zane, who tried to hide his power, radiated an intensity too overwhelming for the average person to bear. The burly man involuntarily stepped back, his expression turning grave.

+15 BONOS The sheer force of Zane’s presence was enough to tell him he was outclassed. “The head of the Yanker family still has the vigor of youth, I’m in awe,” he conceded.

Damian gave Zane a slight bow, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he straightened up. “I know my place, and I’m no match for the Yanker family head,” he said, his sneer deepening. “But let’s be real—I’m just in my thirties, and the head of the Yanker family is way past his heyday. Is he really going to pick on someone younger?

“Tell me, is there anyone in the Yanker family’s younger set, or heck, anyone in Regulus Windsur, who can take me down with even a single move?”