Chapter 412: You Don't Have the Right to Make Him Kneel!

Zerton's downtown streets lay under a sudden, violent downpour, the neon and headlights smeared into a wavering blur by sheets of rain. In the rushing crowd, a figure in a yellow delivery uniform rode a battered little e-bike, weaving through traffic as if his life depended on it. It was Hunter Dowah-once the celebrated young master of the Dowah family. His hair and clothes were soaked through. Cold rain streamed down his cheeks, and the chill rattled his bones until his whole body trembled. Even...