Arthur had already stepped off him. He tossed the man aside like a stray dog and said coldly, "Next time you speak, you'd better watch your mouth." Then he clapped the dust off his hands and calmly walked back to the courtyard. Only when Arthur shut the gate behind him did the rest of them finally snap out of their daze. Some pointed at Arthur in disbelief, but their fingers trembled so much that no words came out. They were filled with fear and rage. But that savage look in Arthur’s eyes just moments ago—they had all seen it for themselves. Earlier, they'd cursed him for a long time right outside his courtyard, and he had remained silent the entire time, not even talking back. But none of them had expected that just a few obscene words about his fiancée would be enough to make him snap like that—to charge out and beat someone to a pulp. That man wasn’t just anyone. He was the Prime Minister of a country. His status was so high that even they had to bow their heads when speaking to him. Arthur must have recognized his identity at the banquet the other day. The difference between the two of them couldn’t be any clearer. One was the head of a state, the other a director of some small company. And Arthur had the guts to lay hands on him? Not just that—he had beaten him to a bloody mess. Even if the Prime Minister couldn't retaliate on Heaven Island, the moment Arthur stepped off it, he might not even make it to the mainland alive. Did Arthur really not understand the consequences of this? All for a woman? A woman he wasn’t even married to yet? He must have lost his mind. President Holland’s blood was pouring like an open faucet. Someone frantically called for an ambulance and reported the assault. Security on Heaven Island fell under Mr. Drake’s jurisdiction. Not long after, as murmurs spread through the crowd, Drake arrived on the scene.When he saw President Holland, even Drake—who’d seen more than his share of violence—was taken aback. The man’s already bloated mouth was now a mess of blood and shredded flesh. There wasn’t a single spot untouched. Both rows of teeth were missing, scattered across the ground. A few were even embedded in his face. That was a first—even for Drake. He had lived through the underworld, fought in real battles. He’d seen people shot, stabbed, beaten to death. But he had never seen someone’s mouth destroyed like this—especially someone of such high rank. A Prime Minister, beaten like that? It was brutal. The embedded teeth alone made his own face twitch. President Holland was unconscious, either from the pain or from blood loss. Drake cleared his throat and ordered the medics to take him away immediately. In Drake’s office— President Holland had come to. His entire face was wrapped in gauze, only two nostrils left open for breathing. The bleeding had stopped, but the damage would take a long time to heal. The embedded teeth had already been removed. Sixteen teeth were lost in one go. His entire front row—gone. That alone said everything about the force behind Arthur’s punches. Word of the incident spread across Heaven Island in no time. Arthur had just become the first person to start a fistfight here—and not just with anyone, but with a sitting Prime Minister. Sure, it was a small country. But still a developed one. Punching a man like that wasn’t just a personal offense—it was an insult to an entire nation. If word got out, Arthur would instantly become public enemy number one in that country. And if Arthur didn’t have enough status or value to be protected, even his own homeland of Lioran might not back him.It wouldn’t be worth it. Arthur really had some nerve. Drake sat with a cigarette between his fingers. After slowly finishing it, he put it out in the ashtray. Then he finally looked up at the two people seated across from him. Arthur sat with Ashley standing behind him. President Holland sat on the other side, with the same men who had been with him at the courtyard earlier standing behind him. The room was full, but no one dared to speak until Drake gave them permission. Even President Holland, face twitching with pain, barely holding back tears, stayed quiet. At last, Drake’s calm voice broke the silence. "Talk. What happened?"