"Jonathan, I…" The thought of a particular possibility flushed her cheeks with a hint of pink, and she was at a loss for words. "What I meant was." he elucidated: "you've seen the situation between Adela and me. She might stay mad at me for a while. And I have no means to make it up to her. I'll buy you a car, and then if you could do me a small favor. When Adela needs to go somewhere, you can drive her." "Rest assured, the car I'm buying is for you. Naturally, it's yours." Selena was stunned again. Her heart instantly hollowed. She had assumed that Jonathan had suddenly developed an interest in her, wanting her to be his clandestine lover. She had been pondering, uncertain whether to accept or not. To be Jonathan's unrecognized lover, many women would crave. Selena, being flesh and blood, could hardly resist. But it turned out it was also because of Adela. She wanted to ask Jonathan what made Adela so special that he treated her well. "Alright!" Selena mustered a smile. Aft

"Do you have anything else you want to ask me?" Before Zahal could regain his composure, Jonathan had glanced his way and calmly inquired. Zahal wanted to refute but found himself at a loss for words. Jonathan had proven his competence, showing that he could secure Adela's booth in the six southwestern cities. With Oron speaking up, even the Nevaeh stores owned by his family would be able to continue. The treasure was one of the reputable enterprises in the southwestern city business block. "Young Wang, I, I was wrong. I genuinely did not know you… you were such a prominent figure!" Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Zahal instinctively begged for mercy. Jonathan was a character who could make the impossible possible; if he bore grudges and sought revenge, would the Nevaeh stores stand a chance? To win Adela, Zahal had offended someone untouchable! "Young Wang!" At this moment, Oron had respectfully spoken up, awaiting Jonathan's response. Jonathan responded indiff

The preparations for the fight were in order. Augustus, flanked by Lancelot and Bernie. Jonathan, accompanied by Drake and Harvey. Both sides stepped onto the battlefield like a secret pact had been formed between them. They advanced until they stood amidst their camps before halting. "This time, I can exact my revenge." Augustus uttered with a smile. Jonathan, showing no signs of inferiority, retorted promptly: "The one who should be saying that is me, considering the havoc you've wreaked on the South during your time here." Augustus replied: "Ha, Jonathan, you’re not as simple as you appear! You're the first to have dealt me such a painful blow for a decade." Jonathan riposted: "Well, then it’s an honor! Do you think I could be the one to expel you from the South, Mr. Alexander?" "That’s something only time will tell!" "Fine, let's wait and see." Following this verbal joust, Jonathan and Augustus withdrew, returning to their corners. No sooner had Jonathan sat down than G

The air bristled with palpable tension as every gaze gravitated toward the two figures atop the platform. This combat seemed predestined, a culmination of a long-awaited clash. And tonight, it finally arrived. "I wish to challenge you at your strongest!" Augustus was taken aback by Jonathan's decision, considering it the furthest from prudent. Given the circumstances, Jonathan's best bet would be to sacrifice Drake, his remaining trump card, heedless of life or death to deplete his opponent's vitality. Drake, the so-called underworld king of the Northeast, held a formidable stature. Though unable to match Augustus, he could considerably drain his strength if he put forth all his might. By then, Jonathan could seize the opportunity with a higher probability of triumph. However, in this combat, victory was a dangerous three-to-one gamble. Foolhardiness has no place in such crucial decisions, yet Jonathan had taken this reckless leap. "I can't fathom what you're thinking, but for yo

Half a month later, Jonathan managed to move about again, albeit with difficulty. With his current health condition, a slight breeze could knock him over. Even if he fully recovers, Jonathan could only live as an ordinary man, his health perhaps inferior. His organs still functioned adequately, but he probably couldn't shoulder heavy weights or hold anything with his hands. The prospect of martial arts was utterly out of the question. It wasn't that there was no solution, but this was not a typical medical issue. In other words, he could only hope for the right doctor with the right medicine. However, Jonathan wasn't overly concerned about this. He had learned these martial arts skills in prison, and whether he could use them in the future wasn't necessary. Let it be! After completing the discharge procedures, Jonathan bought a high-speed train ticket to New York. With no other affairs, he sat quietly on the train. Watching the landscapes of the Southwest gradually recede, Jona