I Show No Mercy To My Enemies

Outside New York International Airport, fierce winds howled.

Frank Moore, wearing a black trench coat, strode out of the terminal.

He carried what looked like an ordinary military backpack, but inside lay four marriage contracts that could shake up the entire global order.

Before leaving, his three mentors had stuffed these three contracts into his bag.

His first mentor, Ross Nelson, the Mafia King, had taught him everything about the ultimate gun-fighting techniques and top-secret drug-making methods.

His second mentor, the renowned doctor Jon Perez, had helped him master ancient medical arts that could bring people back from death—techniques lost for hundreds of years.

His third mentor, Huske Carter, Lord of the Star Fleet, had directly handed him control of a trillion-dollar global consortium, making him the undisputed heir to the Star Fleet.

Besides these, he had a fourth marriage contract, arranged by his mentor and close friend for his future.

His fourth mentor, Drake Diaz, a racing genius and former seven-time Formula One champion, had taught him top-level racing skills. Drake was currently missing. Frank and Drake had connected through shared ideals, so his other three mentors didn't know Drake.

Frank himself had served in the military for eight years, fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He had single-handedly created the globally feared Asura Mercenary Alliance.

"Eight years," Frank raised his head, his gaze cold as ice.

This return to New York wasn't for power or status—it was to attend the wedding of his best friend's sister, his comrade-in-arms who'd fought beside him through life and death.

At the same time, in New York City, at St. Paul's Cathedral.

What should have been a sacred hall was now filled with disgusting laughter and filthy language.

In the center of the hall, there was no priest, no blessings. On the floor sat a basin made of pure gold, with a few flower petals and murky liquor floating in it.

Several men dressed head to toe in designer brands lounged arrogantly on sofas, soaking their stinking feet in the golden basin.

Kneeling before them was a stunning young woman in a pristine custom wedding dress.

Sophia.

"Drink! Why aren't you drinking?"

Finn Morgan, the groom and a locally notorious pervert, was gripping Sophia's hair from above. His face twisted in a vicious grin as he held a wine glass, scooping up a full cup of the murky wine from the foot-washing basin and forcing it against Sophia's pale lips.

"Today's your big day, and my friends came specially to celebrate! You have to kneel and toast them with this drink—not a drop left!"

Sophia struggled desperately, tears washing away her carefully applied makeup. She bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling violently with humiliation.

"No, Finn, just kill me! My brother Carl was a hero who defended our country—I will never accept this kind of humiliation from people like you!"

"Hero?"

Hearing that word, Finn acted as if he'd heard the world's funniest joke and burst into wild laughter.

He suddenly slapped Sophia across the face, knocking her to the ground. Blood dripped from her chin onto her wedding dress.

"Your brother who died on the battlefield without even leaving a body behind—he was a complete waste!" Finn pointed at Sophia's nose, cursing viciously. "He crossed people he shouldn't have—he deserved to die out there! Today you're marrying me to atone for your waste of a brother's sins!"

With that, Finn turned and pointed at a large black bronze bell in the center of the church.

At this wedding, they'd placed a funeral bell.

"See that?" Finn's face contorted as he stepped on Sophia's white wedding dress train. "This bell is the funeral gift I'm giving your whole family! Today you'll drink this whether you want to or not. If you don't, I'll get ten beggars to gang-rape you!"

The wealthy guests around them watched coldly—not one person dared to speak up. The Morgan family had connections throughout New York. Who would dare meddle in this perverted heir's business?

Sophia closed her eyes in despair.

Carl, I'm sorry. I'm coming to join you.

Just as Sophia was about to bite her tongue to end her life, at this critical moment—

BOOM!

An earth-shattering explosion suddenly erupted above the church.

The extremely expensive, massive stained glass window overhead seemed to take a direct missile hit, instantly shattering into a sky full of sharp glass rain.

Wild wind poured into the hall, forcing everyone to shut their eyes.

"Who's there?" Finn stumbled back several steps in fright.

Through the brilliant shower of glass shards, a tall, imposing black figure descended like a god of death stepping out of hell, landing with a thunderous crash.

He carried a military flag in one hand, snapping fiercely in the wind. The flag was covered in dark red bloodstains and riddled with bullet holes, radiating a soul-freezing aura of brutal killing intent.

Frank stood expressionless, gripping the flagpole and slamming it hard into the ground.

The steel flagpole instantly pierced through the hard marble floor. With the pole as the center, terrifying cracks spread outward like a spider web, the explosive sounds making everyone's scalp tingle.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

All the wealthy guests stared dumbfounded at this suddenly arrived man, even their breathing stopped.

"Frank?" Sophia lay on the ground, staring blankly at that familiar yet now extremely cold face, tears instantly flooding out.

"Sophia, I'm sorry I'm late."

Frank removed his trench coat and gently draped it over Sophia's trembling shoulders, blocking those filthy gazes.

Then he slowly stood up and turned to look at Finn. In that instant, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop to freezing.

"Where the hell did you come from, you bastard? You dare wreck my place?" Finn forced down his fear and roared arrogantly. "Security! Break his limbs!"

Frank didn't even glance at the security guards rushing toward him.

With a flick of his wrist, a blood-red parchment scroll bearing a black skull seal appeared in his palm.

Frank backhanded a heavy slap, smashing that parchment scroll hard into Finn's face.

This powerful strike directly knocked out half of Finn's teeth. Finn screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the funeral bell with a dull boom.

The parchment scroll slowly floated down, clearly showing a line of text—Asura Wanted Notice.

"My comrade fought bloody battles at the border. He protected four hundred million people but couldn't protect his own sister."

Frank walked step by step toward the collapsed Finn, his military boots crunching on the broken glass with a chilling sound.

"Since human law can't handle you."

"Then I'll represent the Asura Mercenary Alliance and send you to hell."

Finn's mouth full of blood, watching Frank approach, extreme fear finally made him completely lose his mind. He frantically pressed the alarm at his waist.

"Kill him! Kill him for me! Where are the Morgan family's death warriors! Everyone get out here!"

The doors around the church were kicked open, and over a hundred fully armed family death warriors wielding submachine guns flooded in like a tide, their dark gun barrels instantly locking onto Frank in the center of the hall.

Finn scrambled up from the ground, hiding behind the death warriors and laughing maniacally, "Asura Mercenary Alliance? I don't care who you are! Today, here, even if you're a god, you're going to die! Open fire! Turn him into mincemeat!"

Facing over a hundred loaded guns, Frank's lips curved into a cruel, cold smile.

He slowly reached both hands inside his trench coat.

He hadn't used the Mafia King Ross's gun-fighting techniques in a long time.

"Since you're all so eager to die," Frank's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty red light, his killing intent exploding in that moment, "then you'll all stay here."

That Asura Wanted Notice with the blood-red skull had slapped hard against Finn's face, leaving a striking red mark before floating lightly to the ground.

The previously silent wealthy guests didn't even dare to breathe.

However, Finn touched his burning cheek, looked down at the parchment scroll on the ground, froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into extremely arrogant laughter.

"Asura Wanted Notice?"

Finn acted as if he'd heard the world's biggest joke, pointing at Frank and laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears nearly coming out, "I thought some big shot had arrived—turns out it's just a soldier who's been reading too many comics!"

He spat a thick glob of phlegm on the ground and pointed at Frank's nose, cursing viciously, "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming here to play hero with a piece of paper? Your comrade was a waste who didn't even leave a complete corpse, and you're just a beggar in uniform!"

"In New York, on the Morgan family's turf, I am the law!"