Jordan glanced over while narrowing her eyes. His brain kept wondering who Shawn really was. “It's impossible for an ordinary person to have this much power. His abilities are beyond reason. What's more, he was able to figure out that we were military soldiers. I'm sure he must be someone from the special forces.”Jordan smiled slightly. “Great... you were able to figure us out. You even tried to make a negotiation. Is it really a negotiation when the end of a gun barrel is pressed against my face?”Shawn tilted his head. He looked at Jordan's four friends who were pointing guns from a distance. “Same to you, your men are also pointing those Uzis at me.”Shawn looked into Jordan's eyes from the side again. "My hunch is that my body will have a lot of holes if I keep this gun away from your face." Jordan nodded lightly. "Well then, who are you? Not many people get to know who we really are. Are you someone from the special forces?" Shawn narrowed his eyes. Apparently Jordan didn't take

News spread quickly. The world immediately knew how rotten the Veldamara government was. They condemned the Veldamara government for not providing welfare to the families of the war victims. In fact, they also monopolized all the resources to produce oil, without paying the workers a decent wage.This was seen internationally, and some Veldamara ministers even resigned in shame. Now the demonstrations in Veldamara are getting bigger to demand the rights of the soldiers. And the catalyst for all this courage was Shawn.Shawn himself wasn't even in Veldamara now. He was now standing beside Rachel, looking at a small creature that had just discovered the world. His soft, red skin looked so weak. It made Shawn feel like protecting him.Shawn touched the cheek of the sleeping baby with his finger. Until the baby moved slightly. “Look at him... he looks just like you, Rachel.”Shawn smiled. He felt proud of the baby. For some reason, his chest seemed to open wide, accepting the presence of

“Why, Rachel? I'm happy for Damian's achievement. Isn't it great that Damian owns a yacht?” Rachel's mother smiled broadly with round eyes. The smile was so insincere that it made Rachel feel uncomfortable.Rachel wrinkled her forehead. “Mom, it's Damian's. Not mine. You can't think of using it for your own purposes.”Rachel had read deeply into her mother's head. After all, Rachel had lived with them for 23 years, of course she had memorized her mother's temperament who could not stand luxury items.Verena smiled until her teeth showed. She did not answer anything and continued to look until her eyes did not blink. In fact, Rachel would feel embarrassed for Darius if her parents behaved like this.Rachel had enough pressure to feel that the person she had contracted to marry was greater than Rachel herself. In addition, the DNA test on Damian has also not been done. There was no concrete proof that Damian was Shawn's biological son. Rachel's mind would have been overwhelmed if things

“Thankfully, everything has been resolved. Everyone has received the first treatment, Young Master. Thanks to the medicine Young Master gave us, we were able to overcome everything. We don't even feel tired despite not sleeping for two days.” A paramedic looked down with a big smile after doing his job. Shawn only returned it with a small nod.Shawn sat down and rubbed his chin, he was quite amazed at all the things that happened after Shawn gave the orange liquid to the paramedics. These people got their focus despite working day and night. Then, people with internal injuries also healed quickly when Shawn mixed their drinks with the yellow liquid. What a divine power.The paramedic was puzzled that Shawn was daydreaming at a time like this. He raised his head. “Young Master? Is there something?”Shawn glanced at the young man. “No, no. You finish your work, then get some rest. You've worked hard.”The paramedic nodded. Then he turned to leave Shawn behind. Meanwhile, Shawn felt how

“This is for you, sir.” A little boy offered Shawn a loaf of bread. The small hand held out a unique loaf of bread. It was probably bread made by refugees. With his wheelchair, he had a little trouble handing the bread to Shawn, who was quite tall.Shawn turned to face the boy and smiled. “Oh, you guys make bread?”As he was about to take the bread, Shawn heard the sound of the boy's stomach rumbling. It turned out that the boy was very hungry. Shawn finally dropped his intention to take the bread.He squatted down so that they were the same height. “Thank you, that's very kind of you, son. However, it looks like you need it more than I do.”The little boy shook his head. “No, this bread is for you. Please accept it.”The smile on Shawn's face faded a little. He wrinkled his forehead. “Why is that? You must be hungry, you eat first. I'm fine.”The boy kept shaking his head. “Sir, I and the people here are not beggars. We won't accept your help anymore if you won't eat our bread.”Shaw