Marc Family

ast financial networks of the West Region. The Jones family ruled the trade routes and shipping industries of the South Region. The Bush family commanded the

amily in the United States; with a net worth surpassing 998 trillion dollars, they were the

mysterious death of his parents, Daniel Marc, the sole heir to the Marc family dynasty, ha

o the chilly breeze, wearing a tailored black coat, holding a simple umbrella, and carrying a worn leather duffel bag. His uncle, Mr. Thomas, had insisted on sending an entire fleet of a

iting taxi, a sudden commotion broke

, you bitch!"

, a heavily built man in an expensive designer suit tore through the crowd in hot pursuit. In his wild rush, the pur

to the running woman, snatched her by the back of her hair, and violently yan

hen at the brutal assault unfolding ahead. Calmly, he closed the distance between them. Without utter

nstinctively loosening his grip and letting go of the woman's ha

mind?!" he roared, holding his bruised wrist. "Do you have any idea who I am? You'

ly unbothered as he pointed the tip of his umbrella t

a harsh, arrogant laugh. "Pick up your bag? You want me-t

touching the corner of his lips. "Oh. You must be the

seven heavily armed bodyguards in dark suits swarmed out

ping back with his arms crossed. "Teach this

ed forward simultaneously

umbrella straight into the man's solar plexus. The guard gasped for air and collapsed. Daniel pivoted, catching the second atta

he groans of defeated men. All seven security guards we

ror. Seeing the cold, unyielding look in Daniel's eyes as he stepped over the bodygua

and dusted it off. He then walked over to the young wo

name?" Daniel

striking, noble features. "Stacy... Stacy Diamo

Power family-the very bloodline responsible for destroying my parents nine years ago-is

ut you need to leave. They will come back for you." She pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from her purs

nse, she turned and disappe

s empty. Seeing a stranger single-handedly beat up the security team of the ruthless Power family, the te

pulled out his phone and

nto the receiver. "Send a driver to

on the other end answered with deep respect. "R

od alone on the curb, wait

by the roar of heavy engines. Two jet-black Rolls-Royces flanked by

im stood his older brother, Ethan Power-the ruthlessly calculating eldest heir of the P

d, pointing a finger at Daniel. "

He didn't ask questions. He didn't demand an explanatio

he can't walk,"

He fought viciously, his movements precise and deadly. One guard went down with a shattered knee; another fell as Daniel slammed his head

e he could recover, three guards pinned his arms, while another struck him brutall

and bleeding body. He leaned down, his voice a chilling whisper

eir luxury convoy, and sped away into the afternoon

d. Robbert, the chief driver, and Mrs. Faith, Daniel's personal assista

rror, dropping her tablet as she saw the y

he Marc Private Hospital right now!" Robbert bellowed, car

e hospital, sirens blaring, Mrs. Faith knelt beside Da

body was excruciating, but beneath the blood, a dark, terrifying flame flickered in his eyes. He didn't sc

as darkness slowly pulled him under. You hav