A figure of 193 cm stood nervously in the elevator, gripping a slightly soaked package nervously. This person was none other than Dillon Grendel, a wretched orphan and delivery boy of a big company called Phantom Delivery. His expectation was to get a huge tip from whoever owned the package due to the person having a room in Free Desire hotel. A hotel he often heard his roommates talk about. According to them, a night in it ranged from $20,000 to $100,000. Unfortunately, he doubted the owner would be pleased to get his package soaked. It wasn't his fault as it had rained the night before which left numerous muddy water bodies and potholes all around the road. He had fallen into an inconspicuous pothole which left his delivery uniform muddy and the package soaked. The elevator soon came to a stop and slid open. Hesitantly, he poked his head inside the room which was ajar only to see there was an ongoing party. He wasn't a fan of parties as he'd rather be working to earn money for

Dillon whirled around to see a neatly dressed man in a black tuxedo. His hair which was relaxed stunned Dillon as it was black and shiny. This man looked no less than 50, but thanks to how good he had taken care of himself, he still walked and looked agile. Young Master? The power he felt minutes ago left him as he got overwhelmed with extreme fear. He looked at the elderly man and the elderly man looked at him, none saying a word. After a while, Dillon bolted. However, he was surprised to see he hadn't gotten far despite the fact his feet seemed to be moving. Glancing down, he realized he was stuck to the same spot as before. What was happening?"I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea they were your children. Punish me, beat me up, but don't take me to the cops as I have no money to bail myself." Dillon pleaded desperately. This man was a part of a wealthy family as well. Of course it made sense that he had his own ability as well. And if that was the case, then he, Dillon, was screwed.

Dillon alighted from the maybach a few meters away from Yale University. The day was monday, which meant a lot of students were in school. He hurried over to his dormitory, but a student was quick to spot him. Unknown to him, the whole school knew what transpired between him and James as a student had live streamed the entire thing. "I expected to see him limping. I thought James broke a few of his bones?" "He's putting on a charade, I was right there at the party and saw how badly beaten he was." Dillon increased the pace of his legs unable to withstand their chattering.However, before he got to his dormitory, a hand reached out and pulled him into an empty hall. Dillon placed a hand on his chest in relief seeing the person was none other than Merlin Wright, his best friend. The relief on his face disappeared when he caught sight of the bat Merlin held. "For any reason, you wouldn't swing that at me, right?" Dillon asked, taking two steps backward. Merlin raised a brow as he

The boy, who appeared to be no older than ten, clenched his teeth angrily as he glared at the man before him."What is going on? What did the kid do?" A bystander asked. "That kid dared to crush Moses Lake's golf ball simply because it hit him." Another person responded."He did? Tsk, then he's an insolent brat who deserves whatever he's going through!" A passerby chimed in. Dillon and Merlin listened to the conversation going on within the crowd and exchanged concerned looks.They noticed a basket filled with golf balls and markings on the road, indicating that Moses Lake had been playing golf there. Although the road was temporarily closed for construction, it was not intended to be used as a golf course by some arrogant bastardDillon had no idea who this Moses guy was, but he knew a rude and vile person when he saw them. Ignoring the ongoing chatter, Moses took another golf ball from someone nearby and placed it on the road, preparing to swing his club. He was a professional a

“I'll relay your message, young master.” Brayden nodded with a bow. “I noticed you got here in a taxi. I'd love to deliver any car of your choice to you. You just have to tell me which of them you want.” Dillon leaned forward and raised two fingers, “I want two cars. A Bugatti Veyron and a Jaguar XJ220. Deliver the Jaguar as soon as possible.” Brayden, who had taken out his phone to write down the cars Dillon called, paused and glanced up at Dillon. “Young master, the Jaguar you mentioned isn't an expensive car. Are you sure you don't mean to imply something else?” “The Jaguar is extremely fast and sleek, and it sells for a little amount compared to the rest of it. Besides, I'll be taking it with me wherever I go and since I would rather not be the center of attention by pulling up in a car worth more than ten million dollars, the Jaguar is a perfect fit.” Dillon calmly explained the reason for his choice. Brayden found it reasonable, so he nodded. “Noted, young master. What colo