In a hidden basement in Hallsmouth, someone forcefully kicked Fred to the ground.

Fred did not fight back. Instead, he resisted the excruciating pain in his chest and attempted to stand up with one knee on the ground.

However, the man kicked him again before he could even do so. This time, Fred did not stand back up. He lay in the corner and grunted in pain as blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the other men surrounding them hung their heads low and did not dare to step forward.

Nobody knew what had happened. Zach had not returned in seven to eight years, yet he threw a fit the moment he came back.

Nobody dared to provoke him.

Zach stared down at the man beside his feet.

"There won't be a next time," he said dangerously.

Just then, a frail-looking man ran up to Zach.

"Duncan is dead."

Zach frowned in displeasure, "Who killed him?"

The man bowed and replied, "Judging from their car, it was someone from the Arnold family. Duncan almost got the young lady