Chapter 9

Everyone in the Grayson residence hollered at the top of their lungs. They were so amused that they were starting to tear up from all the laughter. There were even some people who rolled on the floor while guffawing. "Oh, my God! Tabitha being the queen of the world? Everyone in Newtropolis knows she's a shameless cunt!" "Of course, everyone in Newtropolis knows that Sierra is the actual queen who came from a prestigious background!" "Who in this city can make Sierra pay the price, anyway?" Tabitha couldn't take it anymore. She dragged Atlas out of the Grayson residence immediately. It was true that there was a huge rift between her and Sierra in terms of strength. All the articles about Sierra sang praises about her. She was a female entrepreneur who excelled in running her company. Even her medicinal formula could change the world permanently. Meanwhile, Tabitha would always get criticized and slandered by everyone the moment her name appeared on the news. Everyone wouldn't hesitate to humiliate and mock her. The terms they coined for her were even more derogatory than the ones before. Tabitha dared not leave the house most of the time. How was she supposed to compete with Sierra? This all happened because she was raped by Sierra's supposed husband five years ago. Atlas refused to move. Seeing this, Tabitha's anger was fueled. "Are you going to stand around and let them humiliate you? Move!" After that, Atlas and Tabitha left the Grayson residence with their tails between their legs. The Graysons' laughter continued to echo from behind. Only when they got out of the manor did Tabitha release Atlas' hand. It was Atlas' first time holding hands with Tabitha. The weird feeling left him wanting more. He turned to look into Tabitha's eyes deeply as he tried to explain himself. "Tabitha, about what happened five years ago—" But Tabitha stopped him immediately. She jeered icily, "Atlas Blackwell, did you have fun watching me getting humiliated by the Graysons?" Atlas was about to explain to Tabitha that he wasn't there to watch her getting humiliated. But Tabitha had already pulled out her phone. A notification on a news article appeared on her phone screen. It was an article that had gone viral in Newtropolis. Apparently, Xander was dead. He was thrown off the crane tower in the junkyard repeatedly. The torment went on long enough to kill him. Tabitha's hands trembled in fright. She had an inkling who the mastermind behind Xander's death was. "Did you… push Xander off the crane tower?" Fear filled her eyes instantly. She couldn't imagine what Alan's revenge would be like. Atlas nodded nonchalantly. "He deserved it." Tabitha stomped her feet on the spot angrily. She couldn't help but slap Atlas after that. "You're not helping us—you're killing us!" she roared. She and Stacy wouldn't be able to stay in Newtropolis from now on. Atlas stood behind Tabitha and pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry. I'll always be here to shield you from harm." But Tabitha couldn't relax at all. She turned on her heel and started bolting toward Leone Hospital. Regardless of what the Dawsons were up to, she needed to be there to protect Stacy. … After Alan talked to Sierra on the phone, he couldn't help but feel pleased, thinking he was given a huge opportunity to earn more money. As long as he could kill Atlas, Sierra promised she'd hand over all of Newtropolis' businesses to him. It was true that the Dawsons had enough influence and power in the underworld. But Alan had always dreamed of going legitimate. This was a good opportunity for him to make the transition. After ending the call, Alan suddenly frowned. Was Xander not home yet? He raised his head to look at his men. "Where's Xander? Has he not returned home today? Didn't he seek Tabitha out earlier? Don't tell me he actually killed her!" Alan's subordinates nodded in response. "Maybe she's really dead. Mr. Xander has always been rough with his prey. Then again, shameless women like Tabitha should just die." Alan thought the same of Tabitha. He was about to leave the manor when someone rushed into the living room all of a sudden. It was Xander's personal driver. At the moment, said driver was completely drenched in sweat. Fear crawled all over his scalp. He sank down to his knees and started groveling to Alan. "M-Mr. Alan… Mr. Alan, Mr. Xander is… Mr. Xander is…" But Alan didn't care for what the driver had to say. "Just deal with the aftermath accordingly. Make sure to bury the mother-daughter duo in a secluded spot." He thought Tabitha was dead. But Xander's driver looked even more terrified. He just shook his head repeatedly. "T-That's not it… Mr. Xander… got pushed off the crane tower! After crashing on the ground, he was administered treatment… before he was pushed off again! This cycle repeated at least hundreds of times! Now… Now he's dead…" Alan's expression went tense. His body began trembling violently. Did Xander… get pushed off by someone else? "Who did that?" Alan hollered at the top of his lungs. Xander's driver hung his head low, clearly fearing for his life. He quickly replied, "It's… It's Stacy's father." Alan's eyes went wide. He was visibly shaking by now. It felt as though his hair had turned gray instantly. Rage took over his features as crimson veins crawled all over his eyes. Then, he started destroying all the furniture around him like a madman. Soon, shards of cups and plates littered the floor. Having vented his anger, Alan turned around to roar at his subordinates, "Everyone, move out! Find him! I want to tear him from limb to limb!" Thousands of people clad in the Dawson family's uniform soon set out of the manor. All of them had the letter "D" imprinted on the back. Once again, the streets were filled with the Dawsons' men. Thinking it wasn't enough, Alan grabbed his phone and dialed a number that he hadn't dialed for a very long time. It belonged to one of the founders of Abyssal Gates, an underworld organization that used to dominate Chlo's underworld. "It's been many years since we last met, Farion. I didn't want to call you before Abyssal Gates' official return, but someone killed my son. Today, I need your help." Farion Exton, who was currently based in Jedah, Chlo, clenched his fists tightly when he heard Alan's explanation. He was the champion boxer in the underground fighting ring of Jedah. Every punch he threw was deadly and accurate. Farion's name and reputation were extremely well-known in the underworld. When he picked up the call, he happened to be standing on the ring while wearing his signature golden waistband. His gaze shifted into a murderous one. "Alan, we've spent many years waiting for Abyssal Gates' official return. Your son is akin to my kin as well. Don't worry. I'll close the underground fighting ring for the day and make my way to Newtropolis right away." After ending the first call, Alan dialed another number. "Tristan, my son got tortured to death! Abyssal Gates shall be relaunched in advance. Please come to Newtropolis as soon as possible." Then, Alan placed a few more phone calls. All 18 top fighters of Abyssal Gates received the phone call around the same time. Soon, countless people flooded into Newtropolis from various districts in Chlo. At that time, there happened to be heavy downpours in Chlo. Many people donning the colors of Abyssal Gates headed to Newtropolis, forming an intimidating scenery in the city. The citizens made sure to keep their doors and windows locked and shut tightly. Someone murmured under his breath, "What's… What's going on? Why are the Dawsons' men and the people from Abyssal Gates roaming the streets here?" Another voice replied shakily, "Someone must've stepped on Abyssal Gates' tail this time, causing it to make its comeback in advance. "The Dawsons' men have the junkyard all surrounded. They seem to be looking for someone. It seems that things are about to change in Newtropolis."