Walter stood up and could not help but ask, “Sir, is this woman really that important?”

Maurice’s face revealed intense ambition. “Important? She’s more important than anything else! A person who has lived from the Solarian Period until now without aging a day–what kind of existence do you think that is? Moreover, this person supposedly holds the secrets of the Four Ancient Realms!"

“If we can capture her, then it’s not impossible for the Driscolls to produce an unprecedented martial god!”

Walter’s eyes showed shock and terror.

A martial god was the absolute pinnacle of martial arts, a legendary level of power.

With his current martial strength, Walter could already walk sideways through Gabo Creek province without fear. But in front of a martial god, he was no mightier than a blade of grass before a hurricane–no, scarcely even the dew upon it.

The next day dawned bright and clear with beautiful weather. The moment Andrew woke up, he felt something was off.

He could sense it clearly–one of the martial seals in his body, the second of three, had loosened ever so slightly.

Back when he escaped from Chetvine, someone had sealed his power with three deadly seals. Over the years, he had poured insane effort into gathering rare herbs to make elixirs just to break those seals.

As long as these seals remained, his peak combat ability would never fully return. So far, he had only managed to break through the first and weakest seal.

The second seal could not be broken simply by consuming high–grade pills anymore, which was why Andrew had been stuck without progress for so long.

Yet, after last night’s intense session with the three women, the seal was actually showing signs of loosening.

This definitely caught Andrew’s attention, and he wondered if it was because of sex.

He glanced at the three sleeping beauties curled up on either side of him. After last night’s stormy chaos, all three were sound asleep, their faces glowing with satisfaction.

Each one wore a soft smile, their skin radiant and rosy.

“This doesn’t seem like absorbing feminine energy to supplement masculine energy, and besides, I don’t know such dark arts anyway,” Andrew muttered, puzzled.

If he had accidentally drained their energy, the women should be pale, weak, maybe even sickly. But it was clearly the opposite–glowing, healthy, and breathing strong.

Even though he could not make sense of it, he did not waste more time chasing answers.

After breakfast, Andrew hopped into his dented car and drove straight to Supreme Capital Group.

Since arriving in Blumedale, Aspen had handled their first round of investments, and they were already yielding returns. However, there was a problem–those returns were being blocked.

In the world of finance, cash flow was everything, and resource management came second.

Nonetheless, if the profits were not just delayed but deliberately withheld, that was more than bad business–it was a slap in the face.

“Ackermann Pharmaceutical… interesting,” Andrew murmured after reviewing the report.

Without wasting a second, he headed for the Ackermann family’s corporate headquarters.

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The Ackermanns were one of the province’s most established pharmaceutical dynasties. Doctors came and went, but people always needed medicine, which meant they always needed the Ackermanns' products.

That was their foothold in Blumedale’s power structure.

While they did not quite rank among the Five Apex Families, their pride and arrogance were still sky–high.

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Ackermann Pharmaceutical was currently headed by the patriarch of the Ackermann family, Oswald Ackermann. However, Oswald was already planning to step down.

Therefore, all the pharmaceutical company’s affairs were mainly handled by his two sons.

Like father, like son–Oswald was a man of real substance, and his eldest son, Abel Ackermann, was equally impressive.

In Blumedale, Abel was regarded as being on the same level as Elon from the Goldings, Xavier from the Haywoods, and Quinton from the Wrights–all top–tier heirs from prestigious families.

However, Oswald’s younger son, Horatio Ackermann, was quite lacking in comparison. Perhaps it was true that when God opened one door, he must close another.

Abel was exceptionally talented and a renowned young entrepreneur.

Horatio, on the other hand, was a complete good–for–nothing who spent his days drinking, partying, and chasing women. Unfortunately for Andrew, when he arrived at the Ackermann family company, he encountered Horatio.

“Ugh, not another guy coming for money! Get out of here. I’ve got no cash for you, and I’m busy doing real business!”

In an office decked out in tacky decor, Horatio was lip–locked with a secretary in black stockings when Andrew walked in, and his arrival earned nothing but irritation and a brush–off.

Outside, in the reception lounge, several others were still lingering; every single one of them had come to collect money owed by the Ackermanns. None had succeeded. All had been told to get lost.

“It’s useless, trust me–we’ve all tried. The Ackermanns are shameless.”

Another grumbled, “Their family pharmaceutical business makes tons of money daily, yet they refuse to pay their debts. The Ackermann family really is inhuman!”

“The person in charge is hiding and won’t see anyone, just sending out this spoiled brat to deal with us. Mr. Abel is really ruthless,” they muttered with frustration.

These complaints echoed in Andrew’s ears. Seeing him get kicked out, the others all showed sympathetic looks.

Andrew ignored the other people in the reception area and spoke to the receptionist behind the counter. “Can’t Mr. Ackermann spare a little time to come chat?”

The receptionist behind the counter looked annoyed. “Can you stop being so demanding? Do you think our Mr. Ackermann is someone you can just meet whenever you want?

“Mr. Horatio is already taking time out of his day for you losers–that’s more than you deserve. Go home. Whatever it is, come back another day.”

Andrew smiled politely. “No, I need this handled today, and I want Mr. Ackermann to come speak with me personally. I need a full explanation–no half–truths, no skipping details.”

The woman scoffed and laughed mockingly. “Wow. Of all the folks begging for money today, you’re the only one running your mouth like that. Say that again, hotshot. If you’ve got the guts, that is.”

Andrew’s smile didn’t fade. “Sure. I’ll say it again. I said I want Mr Ackermann to come out here and give me a detailed explanation. And not just that–I want to know why the hell he’s been delaying my payment for so long.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Every head turned, their faces all lit up.

Holy crap.

Who was this guy?

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Did he have a death wish?

No one ever acted like this in Ackermann Pharmaceutical.

Did he not know who he was dealing with? The infamous Ackermann brothers were not just rich. Oswald’s sons were known throughout Gabo Creek as a lethal combo–one schooled in business, the other schooled in fights.

One ran the boardroom, while the other ran the streets.

White–collar and street–hardened, perfectly paired.

Plenty of people had come demanding payment, but this was the first time someone had dared to throw down like this.