A serving of street‑market food. A security guard named Ethan Carter. A chance encounter with Grace Harrington, CEO of the Uleah Group. Then came the freak electrical accident—and the dormant cultivation power passed down from his grandfather Frederick Whitaker roared awake. Now Ethan doesn't bow to the Whitakers. He doesn't kneel to the Harringtons. Names, titles, legacies—none of it matters. There's only one law he answers to: strength. His fists? They're the final argument.
