Ritter stood in the hallway on the eleventh floor of the hotel. His eyes were bloodshot, face twisted in anger. At his feet, a waitress who had accidentally collided with him lay with her neck twisted. Not far from her, two hotel security guards also lay prone.
A few days ago, the scene of his father Victor being trampled alive kept replaying in Ritter's mind. The fire of revenge burned his soul, leaving him restless every moment.
The Howard family had failed, suffering the most brutal blow at the most critical moment. Everything the family had, collapsed along with the deaths of Stephen and Duke Victor. Power, status, glory, wealth, and the family legacy—all vanished into thin air. Ritter had no other targets left; he now only wanted to catch that Fatty, string him up, and cut him into a thousand pieces to vent his deep-seated hatred.
