Caesar of the Alexander family had reclaimed the position of patriarch; the entirety of the Alexander clan pledged subservience, announcing their full support for their nephew, Alexander Caesar, regardless of any decision he might make.

The generational titan of the Solomon family—that madman who seized power by slaying his father and elder brother, whose immense favor and military might unified the factional forces, leading the Solomon family to soaring heights—David Solomon was slain! He fell by the hand of the only remaining bloodline of his elder brother, the most prodigious martial talent of the younger Solomon generation: Solomon.

These two earth-shattering pieces of news instantly swept through every major noble house in Europe! People were astonished to find that the rise of this current generation of young warriors surpassed almost any generation before them!

Not only had their martial prowess advanced by leaps and bounds, but their decisiveness and conduct had also earned the admiration of the older established powers.

David Solomon’s death forced every major house to re-evaluate the strength of these audacious young people; even the seventeen-star David Solomon, when truly driven into a frenzy, was beaten to death by a group of youngsters.

Solomon assuming control of the Solomon family no longer seemed a question of if, but rather, how long it would take him to suppress the opposition and truly master the family’s reins.

Slaying David Solomon certainly displayed a terrifying level of deterrence, but a vast family power structure is intricate and convoluted; subduing and integrating every faction was clearly no easy feat.

David Solomon had been able to integrate everything because he was sufficiently insane. In his drive to secure the patriarchate, he had eliminated both his father and his brother. That maniacal demeanor had communicated a perfectly clear message to everyone.

“I dared to kill my own father and elder brother for the seat of Patriarch! Who else would I not dare kill?”

Overwhelming strength coupled with the actions of a lunatic kept every member of the Solomon family too terrified to resist. Now that David Solomon was dead, then what...

In the Solomon family’s temporary assembly hall, members who had rushed back from across the Federation sat along the sides of the long conference table. They whispered amongst themselves, occasionally darting sidelong glances toward the vacant patriarch’s throne.

Almost everyone’s eyes held a hidden smile—the madman was finally dead! A twenty-year-old youngster wants to be the Patriarch? He expects to unify the family relying solely on the few people he brought back? This isn't the Alexander family; there is no supportive aunt for Caesar here. Unless another lunatic dares to slaughter the entire family to impose unity, this time they could certainly reap considerable benefits.

The conference hall doors slowly opened again. Those engaged in hushed conversation immediately turned to look, as Solomon ascended the steps with his feet momentarily suspended in the air, as if walking on solid ground—one step… one step…

With the aid of the Martial Void Technique, Solomon’s body rose slowly, advancing forward with measured grace. The necks of the attendees followed the slow ascent of his body, watching him glide above the long conference table.

Smack! His military leather boot made a crisp sound upon contact with the tabletop, causing the air in the entire room to seem to shudder!

Smack... smack...............

Solomon walked slowly along the length of the conference table, much like a movie star walking a red carpet. But a movie star needs to look at the surrounding people; Solomon did not.

He walked with his hands clasped behind his back, every step steady as a monolith, his gaze fixed solely on the Patriarch’s throne in the distance, as if that chair were the only object existing in the room.

Arrogant contempt! Utterly domineering! His sixteen-star martial strength pressed down upon everyone like a colossal mountain, accompanying him all the way to the Patriarch’s seat.

Solomon leaped down from the table. He circled the Patriarch’s throne slowly, his palm gently stroking the top of the chair’s backrest, almost like caressing a lover, his eyes never once leaving the chair.

“From this day forward,” Solomon said, sinking into the chair and leaning back for the first time, slowly sweeping his gaze across the assembly, “I, Solomon, am the Patriarch of the new generation.”

A silence fell over the room. No one had anticipated that Solomon would enter without offering any pleasantries to the assembled members, nor care that he lacked any foundation within the family, immediately declaring himself the head.

After a brief, stunned pause, a silver-haired middle-aged man seated to Solomon’s left cleared his throat gently, drawing everyone’s attention, and began to speak again, “Regarding the position of Patriarch... Solomon. This is our entire family’s... uh... uh...”

The middle-aged man’s words were choked off as Solomon’s hand, like an iron pincer, clamped around his throat. His vocal cords strained, managing only muffled, strange sounds. His legs had inexplicably left the ground, kicking helplessly in the air as he struggled for survival.

Solomon wore a faint smile—a smile that looked disturbingly familiar to the middle-aged man, the very smile of David Solomon.

His five fingers slowly tightened, and in the quiet meeting room, the sound of bone grinding under immense pressure could be heard: Crack............. crack........ crack.........

A member seated further away from the table violently slammed both palms against the surface, launching his body upward like a steel spear, launching a blow aimed at Solomon while shouting, “Solom—”

He never finished the name. The speaker’s head exploded into powder from a blast of palm energy that flew toward him. His corpse tumbled heavily to the floor, blood erupting vigorously from his neck.

Solomon slowly lowered the right hand he had just used to strike, his eyes fixed on the table, while his left hand continued to slowly constrict its grip, crushing the throat of the first man who dared to resist.

“Insolent. When did the Solomon family decide it could address the Patriarch by his given name?” Solomon’s left hand suddenly exerted maximum force, and the larynx in his grip shattered. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the body onto the polished conference table. The corpse slid along the surface, only stopping completely near the exact center.

“Did David not teach you etiquette and rules when he was Patriarch?” Solomon settled back into his seat like a king surveying his domain, calmly surveying everyone around him. “When the Patriarch has not permitted speech, who authorized you to speak? Addressing the Patriarch by his name? Did you behave this way even during David’s time?”

Boom! Crash! Three chairs scraped back. Three men suddenly rose on either side of the long table. Seeing these three stand, others immediately placed their hands on the table edge, ready to rise as well—such blatant aggression demanded a collective response to show him that the wrath of the masses could not be ignored.

“Kill them,” Solomon waved his hand dismissively. Three Fifteen-Star Martial Arts Masters from the Solomon family entered the room and faithfully executed his order, instantly shattering the tibias of the three standing men.

The world of martial artists is slightly simpler than that of noble houses, and masters possess superior instincts. The moment they saw Solomon, they knew this young man who killed the Patriarch would have no hesitation in killing anyone who stood in his way. Especially since this young Patriarch was backed by a group of ferociously powerful martial experts.

Solomon lightly hopped off the conference table and strode toward the door, coldly issuing a string of commands: “I didn’t call you here today to hear your opinions, but to notify you. Anyone who objects, kill them. If everyone objects, kill everyone. From this moment on, the entire family will fully support Qin Fen’s squad in their campaign for the God-Beast Warrior title on Saturn. Opponents will have their entire families executed. Meeting adjourned!”

From the moment Solomon entered the room until he exited, less than five minutes elapsed, yet the shock he left reverberating through the assembly was vastly greater than that short span of time.

The attendees stared blankly at Solomon’s retreating back, realizing their clothes were soaked with sweat. That decisive slaughter, that complete disregard for consequences, even issuing an order to kill everyone if anyone objected—even threatening the entire family!

A madman! No, a demon! This young Patriarch was even more insane than the previous madman, David Solomon! At least David Solomon needed some cheering squads to rally behind him, but this Solomon cared nothing for that.

David Solomon never uttered the words to wipe out everyone, but today, his successor finally said them. This Solomon only required the resources of the Solomon family; he cared nothing for whether the Solomon lineage would continue. If no one resisted, he would allow the Solomon family to exist.

But if resistance occurred? Solomon’s words were abundantly clear: kill anyone who resists, and if all resist, kill them all—extermination!

Solomon exited the room and directly boarded the high-speed helicopter waiting nearby.

Lin Ling and Du Peng, who had been guarding the 'Left Forest,' had already received notification and entered the aircraft cabin.

“So fast?” Xue Tian looked up as Solomon returned. “My game isn't over yet. I didn't expect your family members to be so sensible.”

Solomon boarded the plane and sank into the seat next to Xue Tian, glancing faintly at the gazes directed toward him. “If they don't comply, kill them. It’s that simple.”

Xue Tian patted Solomon’s back without saying much. He understood his friend’s state of mind; the video earlier had shattered years of his worldview, and he might be somewhat out of control during this period.

The aircraft flew at high speed across the sky, carving a visible trail of disturbed air as it rocketed along the East Coast of the Americas.

New York was the largest city in the Americas, as well as its premier port, often called the fifth largest metropolis on Earth, the center of the Federation’s economy, finance, art, and media.

The Alpha family, one of the largest in the Americas, was based in this city of New York.

In a massive, circular conference hall, nearly a hundred members of the Alpha family were seated. They had rushed back from various locations, some not even having had a sip of water before being thrust into the meeting.

Richard Alpha, seated at the chairman’s podium of the circular conference hall, was the current Patriarch of the Alpha family and the father of Brooks Alpha.

The news that David Solomon had been killed by a group of youngsters in Greece did not merely spread across European territory; it raced rapidly across the globe to every major family.

The Alexander family had been seized by the young Caesar, and the Solomon Patriarch was killed, with Solomon taking his place. Now, those young people who were causing such a colossal stir were speeding toward the Americas.

Two consecutive incidents of forceful family takeovers immediately put everyone on high alert.

The members of the Alpha family noted from the reports that Brooks Alpha had played a significant role in both these events, personally participating in the battle that killed David Solomon.

Richard Alpha, the Patriarch, understood perfectly well the underlying reason why the younger generation was undertaking such drastic actions. They were acting entirely for a young man named Qin Fen.

The noisy doors of the conference room slowly swung open. The people who had been quietly conferring were immediately drawn to the open entrance, spotting several tall, striking young figures standing outside, along with a young man whose face had been beaten into an abstract piece of art, held roughly by one of these young men, looking utterly dejected.

Brooks Alpha! The pride of the Alpha family’s younger generation! One of the future pillars of the family’s martial strength! People were shocked to see Brooks Alpha, who had been training at the Holy Martial Hall, returned.

Soon, the attendees immediately recognized the man standing next to Brooks: the first-in-line heir to another giant American family, the Young Dragon King, Yang Lie!

Richard Alpha, sitting high on the main platform, calmly observed the gaze his son directed at him.

Father and son met each other’s eyes, and the conference room fell silent. Some in the crowd still did not know why Brooks Alpha was present here.

“Are you here to take over the family?” Richard Alpha smiled lightly, showing no tension on his face. “My dear son.”

“Yes, Father,” Brooks Alpha stepped forward into the hall, looking across the distance at Richard Alpha. “For the future campaign to conquer the 'Saturn God-Beast,' we need resources. We also need information. While we could certainly generate these ourselves through our capabilities, that would be too slow. We don't mind taking what we need, especially from factions that once abandoned us for their own benefit.”

Richard Alpha smiled faintly. He looked at Brooks, then at Caesar, then at Yang Lie, Xue Tian, Solomon, Du Peng, and Lin Ling, finally settling his gaze on Qin Fen. “My son, if you’ve done all this, what can you do for him?”

“Whatever can be done, and whatever cannot be done,” Qin Fen replied calmly.

Richard Alpha scrutinized Qin Fen’s pupils keenly before shifting his gaze back to Brooks. He stepped down from the platform and stood before Brooks, his broad frame several inches taller than his son’s. He directly extended his large hand. “My dear son, congratulations. You are now the Patriarch of the Alpha family.”

The quiet conference room suddenly erupted into an uproar. No one had expected Richard Alpha, when confronted by these young people who had marched to his doorstep, to completely avoid conflict and immediately hand over command of the family.

“Patriarch Richard! Our Alpha family is one of honor; we will not tolerate such usurpation!”

“Patriarch Richard, our Alpha family has the strength to fight; there is no need to fear these youngsters!”

Richard Alpha slowly raised his hand, halting the surrounding clamor. A gentlemanly smile remained on his face, making people more likely to believe he was a nobleman steeped in artistic temperament rather than a Patriarch wielding the power of life and death.

“I understand everyone’s thoughts,” Richard Alpha chuckled lightly. “You don’t trust these young people. Truthfully, neither do I. Compared to the influence of the Lion King Zuo Dongting, these youngsters’ foundations are rather shallow. But I trust my son. He previously refused my proposal, even when I threatened to cast him out of the family and strip him of his heir status, and he showed not a moment’s hesitation or retreat. I am very curious to see who made him willing to do this.”

“Patriarch...”

“No need to say more, I am the Patriarch,” Richard Alpha waved his hand gently. “The matter is settled.”

“But, Patriarch...”

“Brooks, do you need assistance?”

A voice filled with chilling madness and the scent of slaughter was squeezed through Solomon’s clenched teeth. The man who was about to speak in continued defiance instinctively shuddered.

Brooks shrugged indifferently. “I’m not familiar with everyone in here. If anyone else acts improperly, I wouldn’t mind if the Solomon Patriarch, after slaughtering a batch of key Solomon family members, took the liberty of killing a few Alpha family members as well.”

The conference hall quieted to a degree where the falling of a pin could be heard. Solomon’s face showed a degree of excited madness, his eyes darting around, filled with eager expectation for someone to step forward and continue resisting.

Just a short while ago, everyone in this meeting had heard the news: Solomon had killed the reigning Patriarch, David Solomon, in Greece, and in the subsequent meeting, without a single vote of approval, he declared himself Patriarch, committing incredibly insane acts by slaughtering key family members on the spot.

The Patriarch had not been forced to surrender power; he had handed it over willingly. The Patriarch’s will was not to be contested, and since the assembled members held little actual power to resist, the meeting room fell into even deeper silence.

Richard Alpha smiled and pointed toward Zuo Lin, held in Qin Fen’s hand. “Perhaps you are still unwilling, but you can look at who they are holding. That is Colonel Zuo Lin, the person meant to conduct the Saturn transaction with our family. Do you truly believe that making a deal with someone so easily captured by my son and his companions will be fruitful?”

Only then did the attendees realize that the young man beaten into an abstract mess was none other than Zuo Dongting’s grandson, Zuo Lin, the rising star of the military.

Qin Fen felt the atmosphere in the chamber begin to shift. Soon, everyone accepted the reality of the situation.

Qin Fen quietly said to Brooks beside him, “You have a good father.”

“Naturally,” Brooks rubbed his nose. “This time, I was already prepared. If Father didn't support us, we were going to go to my mother’s place and have her step in to settle the matter.”

Richard Alpha shook his head with a wry smile. “It was precisely because I feared your mother stepping in that I supported you doing something so willful. Next, are you heading to the Yang family?”

The words ‘Yang Family’ left Richard’s mouth, and Yang Lie visibly shivered—a purely instinctive reaction.

Richard Alpha looked at Yang Lie and nodded slowly. “Young man, you are acutely aware of the consequences of this action. Do you still insist on proceeding?”

“Very well then,” Richard sighed, watching Yang Lie’s expression. “Those old fogeys in the Yang family are not easily dealt with. To establish and develop the largest family power in America as Chinese immigrants—there is absolutely no luck involved; it’s due to genuine, formidable strength. But they are the most stubbornly entrenched group. I wish you good luck. This kind of family power struggle is something you youngsters can play with, but I cannot interfere. Otherwise, it will cause much greater trouble.”

; Less than an hour remains, double monthly tickets. Requesting monthly tickets. There will be more tonight.