Chapter 200 Play The Good Guy

• Alan stood before the Carlotta family, surrounded by his thirteen Martial Arts Grandmasters, his gaze icy and sharp. His eyes finally settled on the lifeless body lying on the floor—his son, Niall.
• “N-Niall!” Alan cried out in anguish, leaping forward to cradle Niall's body in his arms.
• The room filled with the sound of his heart-wrenching sobs as tears streamed down his face. The grief was overwhelming, but beneath it, an anger boiled that was as cold and dangerous as steel.