Ultimate Tycoon: Building the Richest Empire with System and Heroines-Chapter 71: Endgame

While the underground vault echoed with the sounds of chaos, the room was split into two clear battlegrounds.

On one side, Ethan, Luke, and Seraphina fought back-to-back, facing off against Master Yun’s elite guards.

On the other, Gregory was being brutally beaten by the man he once considered a father.

"You useless fucking trash," Master Yun snarled, slamming his knee into Gregory’s stomach. "Is that what you learned from me?"

Gregory’s body jerked from the blow, blood splattering from his mouth as he stumbled backward. But Yun didn’t give him a second to breathe.

"You’re not even worth one percent of the effort I put into you," Yun spat as he delivered a devastating roundhouse kick that knocked Gregory to the floor.

Gregory coughed violently, his mouth filled with blood, but his glare stayed locked on Yun. "Keep talking... old man. That arrogance of yours,it’ll be your downfall."

Yun snorted, amused. "You think you matter? You were a convenience. A tool I sharpened. A hammer doesn’t speak. It smashes when I tell it to."

Gregory pulled himself up using the edge of a broken crate. "You... you’d be nothing without me. You were a nobody when I met you."

Yun walked toward him slowly. "So what? I’m somebody now. I have wealth, power, prestige... while you’re crawling on the ground like a rat."

"Everything you have..." Gregory growled, "was built on my sweat. My skill. I helped you build this empire of dirt!"

"You helped me?" Yun chuckled, then stomped on Gregory’s back. "You really think you mattered? You were just easy to control. A broken little orphan with nowhere to go. You needed someone. And I was smart enough to use you."

Each word felt like a stab to Gregory’s chest.

His entire life,his loyalty, his respect, his belief that he finally had someone ,was being spat on in seconds.

"I thought... I thought you were different," Gregory muttered, pushing himself back onto his knees. "You came when no one else did. I was ten. No home. No name. You took me in... trained me... fed me lies for over a decade."

Yun leaned down, face twisted with mockery. "And you bought every lie like a good little dog."

Rage ignited in Gregory’s eyes.

With a wild scream, he lunged.

Fists flew like a storm. He swung with no form, no technique—just raw fury.

He tackled Yun to the ground, landing blows wherever he could—chin, jaw, ribs.

"You used me! You lied to me! I worshipped you!" Gregory roared between punches. "And I was just a goddamn tool to you?!"

Yun grunted, blocking one fist but catching the next two.

He flipped Gregory off of him and kicked him in the side before rising to his feet. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Gregory staggered but stood again.

He charged with another roar, throwing haymakers. His knuckles cracked. His breath grew short. But he didn’t stop.

While this brutal, emotional brawl continued, on the other side—

Ethan ducked under a swing, kicked a guard’s knee, and flipped him over his shoulder. "These guys just don’t quit!"

A guard came at him with a baton. Ethan side-stepped. The baton struck another guard instead.

"Thanks for that," Ethan quipped.

Luke elbowed a guard in the temple, grabbed his taser, and used it to drop two more.

He looked over at Seraphina. "How’s your side?"

She punched one guard in the face, kicked another between the legs, and used a metal folder cabinet to block a swinging club. "Getting my daily workout."

Then her eyes wandered to Gregory and Yun.

The two looked like they were tearing each other apart.

Gregory was bleeding badly, his face bruised, his shoulder dislocated. But his fists kept swinging.

Yun’s eye was cut, his lip swollen, but he was still stronger.

Each time Gregory connected, Yun returned with a blow twice as sharp.

Ethan leaned against a table, watching the madness unfold. "This... is cinematic."

Luke nodded as he kicked a guard unconscious. "This is better than any action film I’ve seen."

Seraphina, arms crossed between punches, muttered, " It would have been better,If we had popcorn."

Back at the center,

Yun caught Gregory’s fist, twisted it hard, and punched him square in the ribs.

"Still fighting?" he mocked. "Your pride is as pathetic as your skill."

Gregory spat blood and swung again, landing a weak jab on Yun’s jaw.

"You’re not strong..." he grunted. "You’re just someone who steals from others... and calls it power."

Yun responded with a brutal hook that sent Gregory flying across the room.

He crashed into a cabinet, knocking it over, folders and gold bars raining down.

Gregory coughed, eyes blurry.

But even as he lay there, body aching, limbs trembling, he started pulling himself back up.

Yun stared in disbelief. "Why won’t you stay down?!"

Gregory grinned weakly. "Because I’m not your dog anymore."

With that, he rose,bruised, broken, bloodied,but standing.

Gregory’s breath was ragged, but something had changed.

His punches weren’t wild anymore—they were sharp, timed, precise.

Even Master Yun noticed it.

He backed up slightly, frowning. "Tch... so now you’re finally trying?"

Gregory didn’t respond, but the fire in his eyes said enough. He moved with control now, each strike fueled by purpose, not rage.

But Master Yun wasn’t just a loudmouth—he was a skilled fighter. And now, he began taking Gregory seriously.

Their fists clashed like hammers, echoes bouncing through the chamber.

After several hard exchanges, Yun feinted a blow, then landed a heavy elbow into Gregory’s temple.

Gregory stumbled. Then—

BAM!

A final, crushing kick to his ribs sent Gregory crashing to the floor.

Blood pooled beneath him. His arms shook as he tried to push himself back up.

Yun walked closer, breathing heavily. "Now, Gregory... tell me your last wish before you die."

He paused, cocking his head mockingly. "No, wait. First answer me this—why did you betray me?"

Gregory looked up, blinking blood from his eyes.

Yun crouched, voice like poison. "I told you... leave the painting there. Let the plan play out. We would’ve gained the princess’s favor and the money. But you,did you become greedy? You thought if I took the fall, you could take everything I built?"

Gregory laughed bitterly, a cough breaking his voice. "What... are you saying, old man?"

He pushed himself up slowly. "I betrayed you? You told the princess yourself that I did it. You confirmed it. You made me your scapegoat. And now you act like I turned on you?"

His eyes sharpened. "Don’t insult me with your bullshit acting."

The room fell quiet.

Gregory’s breathing was heavy, but his voice was steady.

"I wondered where that painting in your room came from.. But when you saw the royals were involved, you framed me. You used me again."

Master Yun stood silently, eyes narrowed.

Ethan, Luke, and Seraphina had paused their own battles, guards lying unconscious around them. From behind the toppled cabinets, they listened closely.

Ethan whispered, "Well... looks like we’re finally in the endgame."

Luke nodded. Seraphina chuckled under her breath. "About time."

Master Yun’s expression shifted. He stared at Gregory for a moment longer, then muttered, "If what you’re saying is true..."

He looked away for a second, thoughts swirling.

"There’s no way you’d lie now," he said quietly. "You’re on the verge of death."

"But if you didn’t do it," Yun said aloud, "then... who did?"

The question hung in the air like smoke.

Yun clenched his fists. "Only you knew where the painting was hidden. No one else."

Gregory staggered to his feet, body trembling but upright. "I don’t know how or who found it... that’s what I wanted to figure out."

His voice cracked with emotion. "But instead, you pinned it on me and killed Trevor."

"What?" Yun said, brows furrowed. "I didn’t kill Trevor."

"Don’t lie to me!" Gregory snapped.

Yun’s expression twisted with confusion. "Why would I lie about that now? If I killed him, I’d admit it. But I didn’t. In fact, I was one of the first to leave during the chaos."

Gregory hesitated.

That didn’t make sense.

The man who had helped him escape said Master Yun was responsible.

Then who...

Yun looked at him. "How did you escape that day?"

Gregory clenched his teeth. "The same people who asked me to steal the painting. They helped me escape. They said... you’d use them as a scapegoat just like you did to me. That you’d kill them."

Yun’s eyes widened slightly. "The people I hired for that job... they disappeared. Never came back."

He exhaled slowly. "Now it makes sense."

He looked at Gregory with a strange mix of anger and regret.

"They played both sides. Made you believe I was using you. Made me believe you betrayed me. And now they’re gone."

From the sidelines, Ethan gave a slow clap.

"Bravo," he said loudly, stepping forward.

Yun turned in shock.

Luke and Seraphina stood beside him, arms crossed, their masks still on.

Ethan took off his mask and grinned. "You finally figured it out. I thought it was going to take a few more beatings."

Yun blinked. "You,"

"Surprise," Ethan said with a smirk.

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