Lesley bled out, turning into a cold corpse.

"Feiyu, take control of all the data here, don’t leave any traces." Third Young Master Jun coldly commanded.

Feiyu nodded, promptly switching the data in the room.

Then, everyone left without a word.

Upon receiving the news from his son, Mr. Spence arrived with a team of hundreds of mercenaries. He was far more cautious than his son.

This young man was too capable. Not even thirty, he controlled many economic veins in Central Asia and North Africa and was a rising star in the "Power Club" of the world alliance, posing a significant threat.

He had shown considerable interest in the oil business over the past couple of years, covertly partnering with several important oil dealers in an attempt to redraw America’s power landscape, seriously threatening the interests of Spence Oil Company. He had a hunch that this young man would ruin their fortunes.

However, this youngster was something special, immensely popular among the various power circles. He could not be killed directly without offending many. The effort to clear his name would be immense.

When Spence arrived, he sensed something was off. The surrounding was eerily silent, but he felt confident with his strong force of anarchistic mercenaries he’d found in Africa. He was sure the young man would never expect he’d bring an army against him, that he must die here.

But when Spence stormed into the basement of the villa, he was horrified to find the bodies of his son and a woman.

"Lesley, I will avenge you." He was shocked and infuriated.

Overcome by the sight of the woman’s body, his face paled. It was the daughter of the Mesophy family. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he tampered with Alice’s body.

He then rushed out of the basement, ordering everyone to retreat and leave immediately.

But the dark sky suddenly roared with the sound of fighter jets, encircling the territory. Spence turned even paler. Why would this young man be able to enlist the military force of this African nation to oppose him?

Who the hell was he?

After the sweeping bombardment of the fighter jets, Spence’s mercenaries were almost entirely wiped out.

A few of them protected him like cornered beasts, terrified and desperate.

"Spence, I have no grudge against you, yet you’ve gone to great lengths to kill me. You’re really idle, abandoning prosperous business to court the Grim Reaper," Third Young Master Jun confronted him.

Spence spat out in hatred: "It’s for prevention. You, youngster, are exceedingly cunning. The economic crisis in the S Nation—wasn’t it you, colluding with numerous giant speculators, advancing it behind the scenes?"

"You’re overestimating me, Spence. How can such crisis be manipulated? Additionally, as far as I know, you’ve also profited significantly from the stock market plunge in S Nation," Third Young Master Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly because I profited that I’m acutely aware of the inside job and realize your terrifying potential. You possess the ability to turn the tide. Once you reach for the oil sector, sooner or later, you’ll annihilate the Spence family, I had no choice but to eliminate you first." Such a business prodigy, too extraordinary, sooner or later would become a threat. He just underestimated this man’s power.

"What a pity! An oil tycoon will meet his death here today."

Third Young Master Jun coldly turned around.

"King, if you kill me, you’ll find it troublesome too. As the head of the Spence family falls mysteriously here, the international criminal police will eventually trace it to you, your various economic crimes will be revealed sooner or later."

Third Young Master Jun turned back, smiling grimly: "Your cause of death is not homicide. All the evidence at the scene will show that you accidentally flew into a conflict zone and were unfortunately shot down by armed forces."