Unlike the two powerhouses, the Driscoll family and the Phelan family, the Fischer family’s headquarters was not located in Blumedale’s city center. Instead, it was positioned on the northern mountains, nestled among vast stretches of well–arranged dense forests.
The Fischer family valued martial prowess, making the training of their younger generation members especially important. To avoid suspicion and prevent others from discovering the Fischer family’s martial arts heritage, the entire family compound appeared isolated and aloof from the world.
The standalone tower at the mountaintop served as the residence for the Fischer family’s direct bloodline members.
Lucian had been living there permanently. He and Henry operated with one managing internal affairs and the other handling external matters, supporting each other to expand the Fischer family’s influence.
This had been the Fischer family’s strategy, and it had always proven effective.
At that moment, in the large room on the tower’s top floor with transparent floor–to–ceiling windows on all four sides, Lucian pressed a button under his desk. A wave–like projection screen immediately appeared in the center of the large room.
The room was equipped with the world’s most advanced technology. Henry’s holographic image quickly appeared in the projection, looking as real as if he were actually present.
He did not speak but simply looked at Lucian, his eyes carrying an inquiring expression.
Lucian smiled and said, “Henry, how are things going on the Goldridge side?”
Henry frowned. “If you specially contacted me just to ask about this mess, then I’m sorry to disappoint
you! Goldridge is a complete disaster. Although the McCormick family has stabilized the situation,
Jerome is clearly not dead and is doing just fine. Right now, many of his loyal followers in the Southern
Martial Union have launched a crusade to kill me and overthrow the McCormick family. My situation gets worse by the day.”
Lucian remained silent for a moment, not saying anything before responding, “Just take care of yourself,
then. By the way, I contacted you to tell you that Andrew has already risen to power here in Blumedale!”
Henry snorted coldly, “Risen to power? What does that mean? Lucian, we swore a blood oath in front of our ancestors‘ graves back then. I admit I’ve been ineffective in handling things on the Goldridge side. But Blumedale, the family headquarters, is right there with you, so you can’t afford to make any mistakes.
Lucian replied calmly, “Do you think I’d make mistakes while managing the Fischer family?”
Henry responded, “If there’s nothing wrong, then why bring up Andrew, that damned little thief? This kid has repeatedly ruined my plans, and I must kill him I just haven’t had the time or energy to spare. But to
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Lucian’s tone sharpened. “You’re wrong. That brat has grown into a beast not easily dealt with. The Driscolls are gone. Franklin Gurney, the number one fighter in Gabo Creek, was killed by him.
“Henry, you’re not in Blumedale, so you don’t see it, but the scene here has changed. Soon, Andrew will be one of the three overlords of Gabo Creek, and nothing will stop it.”
Henry laughed bitterly. “Lucian, jokes like that are wasted on me. My side is already in shambles, and if you’re telling me the family base is slipping too, then you’re either reckless or you’ve truly impressed me
with your incompetence.”
His words dripped with mockery, but Lucian’s face remained steady, as if he had not heard the ridicule.
He said firmly, “I’m not joking. Andrew has taken the Driscolls‘ place, and his influence is undeniable. Be cautious, because I fear he may come for you when you least expect it.”
Henry fell into silence, his jaw tightening, veins bulging at his temples until his expression turned feral.
Finally, he growled between clenched teeth, “Why? You’re the one holding down the family base. Why didn’t you stop this from happening? The Driscolls were hollow inside… If they were destroyed, they
deserved it.”
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