When Galen heard this name, his body trembled and the light in his eyes shone as if it were tangible.
The person standing 5 meters away from him was the murderer of his mother!
The bastard who manipulated his life!
This thought erupted uncontrollably.
Galen clenched his fists, ready to make his move.
But just at that moment, a man in a cheap suit, as if he were a worker on his way home, suddenly stopped in his tracks, an old man leisurely strolling with his hands behind his back also halted, a young mother pushing a stroller came to a standstill, and a few workers fixing a nearby drain stopped as well. All of their gazes were fixed on Galen.
Their eyes were wary, ice-cold.
Like predators eying their prey, they were ready to tear Galen to shreds at any moment.
Completely powerless to resist!
Even though he had just won the 'game,' none of those 'survivors' he had faced could give him the sense of danger he was feeling now.
Any one of these people staring at him could kill him with ease!
This, this is Send 9's bodyguard?!
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, Galen stood dumbfounded, his eyes locked on his surroundings.
He had been sitting here for quite a long time now.
He could be certain that the leisurely old man, the young mother with the stroller, and the workers fixing the drain were all there before he sat down.
Is this the strength of the Hundred Major Families?
Although he had mentally prepared himself before, it was not until this moment that Galen realized the reality was much more cruel than he had imagined.
In front of such a colossal family power, he truly felt like an ant.
Overestimating one's own abilities!
Voices seemed to echo in his ears, and Galen clenched his teeth tightly.
Revenge was so close within reach, yet he could not attain it!
Galen estimated this distance, his mind racing with numerous methods.
But not a single one would succeed.
Any method he knew of would be interrupted by the 'invisible' bodyguards surrounding him.
Then he fell into despair.
Because the strolling old man, the bodyguard who made him feel the greatest danger, had silently positioned himself between him and Send 9.
Completely cutting off any approach he might have taken toward Send 9.
Protected by his bodyguards, Send 9 spoke.
As the ninth in line to the Send Family, the arrogant Send 9 was not a fool.
At least, when it came to his own safety, Send 9 was very careful.
At all times, a squad of family guards would follow him, whether he was eating, sleeping, or as now, appearing on the street.
Even, to some extent, this squad carefully assembled by him at a high price was the source of Send 9's haughty confidence.
Just like at this moment.
Send 9 could see the malevolence in Galen's eyes.
Even with such resentment, wasn't he still behaving submissively?
As for the reason for the resentment?
Send 9 didn't give it much thought.
Because such looks were all too familiar to him, too numerous.
Every day, he was subjected to such looks countless times.
At first, he would personally investigate and clarify the reasons for such incidents.
His secretary would handle these matters.
Once he became the head of Family affairs in Zone F, a highly capable secretary was assigned by the family.
Not only capable but also extremely good-looking.
A pity that she couldn't provide him with more 'services.'
But in matters like security checks, he was at ease.
The secret technique would thoroughly investigate and then hand over to him any reports of danger.
She would take care of everything.
Naturally, there would be some 'misunderstandings.'
But he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
His life was above all else.
The look in his eyes just now was too annoying.
Send 9 thought this but didn't act immediately.
Trash can be recycled.
And so could a useless person.
"I've taken an interest in you, I allow you to serve me."
"This is your honor."
"If you do well, I will reward you."
For example: a swift death.
Send 9 thought maliciously to himself, his face's fake smile beaming even brighter, and he almost looked forward to seeing Galen's expression when he received the 'reward.'
Surely some cuteness!
Send 9 did not consider himself a pervert.
From birth, he stood at a point most people could never reach in their lifetime.
Aside from the occasional intellectual battle with his brothers and sisters, he had these little pastimes.
How could such a small hobby be called perverted?
At least, it was much more noble than those vulgar Straw Coat Dances or Living Human Teas.
He was, after all, a well-mannered person.
Praising himself in his mind, Send 9 spoke up on his own.
"Jason, you know, right?"
"I want you to take him out in the next game as much as possible."
"Just make it impressive."
"Don't say it can't be done, I know about your relationship with him—when you were about to be taken out, it was Jason who gave you the 'reward,' allowing you to survive."
"With such a connection, your attack will naturally be 'extraordinarily effective' for Jason."