Chapter 9 Black Dragon Springs Reopens

All members of the Sugarmans were in uncontrollable laughter, with tears rolling down their cheeks. Some couldn't help but roll on the floor, laughing. "Ha! Sadie, a queen? Is there anyone in Netherwood unaware of her shamelessness?" "Everyone in Netherwood knows Clara is the true queen." "Could anyone in Netherwood make Clara face the consequences?" The provocations were too much for Sadie to handle. Grasping Marcus, she hastened towards the exit. There truly was an insurmountable gap between her and Clara. Every report in Netherwood about Clara was glowing with admiration. She was celebrated as an entrepreneur, a businesswoman, and a revolutionary with her innovations. In contrast, Sadie was always met with scorn, mockery, and disdain. The words hurled at her became increasingly offensive. Too intimidated to even leave her home, how could she ever compare to Clara? This all traced back to a wedding five years prior, where she faced humiliation at the hands of Clara's bridesmaid. Marcus remained unmoved, prompting Sadie's frustrated question, "Don't you feel any shame?" Amidst the Sugarmans's jeering, Sadie and Marcus left them looking embarrassed. At the doorstep, Sadie released his hand. Marcus took Sadie's hand for the first time, sensing a faint connection. He gazed at Sadie with deep affection, attempting to clarify. "Sadie, regarding the incident from five years ago ... " However, Sadie halted him with a look, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Marcus, did you come here solely to witness our misery? Are you entertained enough?" Marcus was about to explain that he wasn't there to watch a show. Sadie checked her phone, her complexion instantly turning pale. A groundbreaking news alert was making waves throughout Netherwood. Devon had died. He was repeatedly thrown down from the Trash Peak and tortured to death. Sadie's hands trembled. She had suspicions about who was responsible. "Did you push Devon down?" There was apparent fear in Sadie's gaze. She couldn't imagine how Don would retaliate. Marcus nodded unfazed and remarked, "He brought it upon himself." Sadie, infuriated, stomped her foot. Overcome with anger, she struck Marcus across his face, exclaiming, "You're supposed to be our ally, not our demise!" She couldn't stay in Netherwood anymore. Marcus moved closer to Sadie, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't worry, for I will keep you safe even if the heavens were to fall." Sadie was far from calm; she hastened towards the hospital's war zone. She was determined to protect her daughter against any move by the Trebecs. Following a talk with Clara, Don couldn't hide his smug satisfaction, believing he had struck gold. By merely dealing with one man for Clara, he could seize control of Netherwood's entire enterprise. The Trebecs's influence was indeed formidable in the underworld. Help Clara deal with a man, and he could take over all of Netherwood's business. This presented an excellent chance. Upon ending the call, Don was suddenly plagued by concern. Why hadn't his son returned home today? Glancing at the members of the Trebecs, he inquired in a severe tone, "Has Devon not returned yet today? Wasn't he supposed to meet Sadie? I hope he hasn't been fooling around and ended up harming someone, has he?" The members of the Trebecs agreed, remarking, "There's a chance he met his end due to his harshness. The young master has never shown mercy. As for a woman who shames herself to such an extent, perhaps it's just as well if she passes away." Don shared the same sentiment. Right when they were about to depart, an unexpected individual burst in. He was the chauffeur who had been leading Devon. At that point, he experienced an intense sense of panic, his body drenched in sweat. He fervently bowed his head in respect. "Mr. Trebec ... Mr. Devon, he ... " Don didn't seem concerned at first, instructing, "Deal with him and bury the woman and her child somewhere." He assumed Sadie was the casualty. However, Devon's chauffeur was trembling with fear, barely able to speak. "No ... It's Mr. Devon who was tossed from the crane! He survived the first fall, then dropped again, over and over, ten, fifty, hundreds of times! He's dead now." Don's eyes quivered, and his body was overcome with shakes. Has his son been thrown off by someone? "Who was it?" Don exclaimed with fury. Devon's chauffeur bowed his head, terrified for his life, and hastily responded, "It's ... Lily's father." Don's gaze was filled with a violent shudder, and he quivered noticeably. Suddenly, his hair appeared to have aged, flashing white. His eyes, burning with anger, were veined with blood as he lost control, demolishing the tables and chairs nearby. The ground was littered with pieces of broken teacups and shards. After expressing his rage, Don spun around. He bellowed fiercely, "Every member of the Trebecs, gather and search for him for me! I want to tear him into a thousand pieces!" Thousands of people were dressed in black suits adorned with the label 'Trebec' across their backs. They moved into motion, an imposing unit. They resembled ominous clouds bearing down upon the city. Intent on engulfing the city whole. With these circumstances, Don deemed it insufficient, prompting him to reach for his cell phone and call several long-unused numbers. These were the contacts for the once-dominant force in Riverton's underworld, the Black Dragon Springs. "Fangs, it's been ages since our paths last crossed. I had hoped not to make this call until Black Dragon Springs was back on its feet. But my son has been murdered! I must call upon you all today!" In Jadevale's Riverton, the call was received by Fangs, who tightened his grip in response. Fangs stood undefeated in Jadevale's underworld fighting arena, known for his fierce and precise fighting style. His name alone was enough to strike fear in the hearts of many in the underworld. At that time, Fangs was on the arena stage, adorned with a championship belt wrapped around his waist. His gaze was intense as if he could devour anyone. "Don, we've eagerly waited for the reawakening of Black Dragon Springs for years. Your child is like mine. Don't worry, I'll shut down the arena now and head to Netherwood." After ending the call, Don dialled another number. "Cole, my son has been brutally murdered! Black Dragon Springs has unexpectedly reawakened. Please make sure to come to close the fighting arena now and rush to Netherwood as soon as possible." Shortly after, several more calls followed. Simultaneously, the eighteen guardians of Black Dragon Springs were notified. A mass departure to Netherwood began, with people from all over Riverton journeying. Throughout Riverton, a dark storm surged, with torrential rain pouring down. Amidst the downpour, groups wearing Black Dragon Springs attire made their way to Netherwood. Their arrival caused residents to secure their homes tightly. The last decaying beam on the rooftop collapsed, followed by the entire roof. This led to the complete collapse of the roof. Under the sheltering eaves, people murmured, questioning, "What's happening? The Trebecs and the people from Black Dragon Springs have all been rallied!" Responses came in hushed, shaky tones. "A taboo of the Black Dragon Springs has been breached, and now, the Black Dragon Springs stirs anew." "The Trebecs are surrounding the Trash Peak, looking for someone." "Today feels like it's on the brink of disaster!"