“How dare this man slap the Matriarch of the Odias, twice?”“Isn't he their trash son-in-law?”“He's going to be in so much trouble!”“Ha! I guess the rich aren't so strong, he couldn't even lay a finger on that stray dog.”The conversations from the onlookers continue.—Adam stood over them, calm and unmoved. “You two need to learn something. You don’t threaten me.”Robin lay on the pavement, writhing in pain. Monica crouched beside him, both of them too stunned to say anything more.“I'll make you regret this, Adam. I swear with my life!” Robin roared.Adam adjusted his coat and gave them a last, dismissive glance. “Next time, don’t bite off more than you can chew.”Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving them in the dust, broken and humiliated under the weight of their own arrogance.****In the Odia family’s expansive sitting room, the atmosphere was one of quiet luxury. Mr. Luther sat in his favorite leather chair, nursing a glass of whiskey. Rhea, lounged acros

Adam and Stacey stepped out of the car, the wind stirring dust along the cracked pavement as they stood before the old antique shop. The shop’s sign was weathered, its paint peeling off in jagged strips, and the windows, clouded with grime, revealed nothing inside. The place felt abandoned, a relic of forgotten times—but Adam knew better.“This is the place?” Adam asked, scanning the eerie exterior.Stacey nodded, pulling out a folded sketch from her coat pocket. She smoothed it out, revealing a rough but intricate drawing of an amulet shaped like a coiled serpent biting its tail, with strange runes carved into its body. At the center of the amulet, a single black gem sat ominously, gleaming as if alive.Adam’s gaze lingered on the sketch. “This is the cursed idol.”Stacey nodded grimly. “Yes”Adam gritted his teeth. The memory of his previous battle haunted him. He had lost most of his powers, and with the next war on the horizon, he knew he needed every advantage. This amulet could

Racheal stepped forward, her voice laced with venom. "You’re nothing but a thug, Adam. It’s no wonder everyone ends up hating you."Adam’s smile didn’t falter. "And yet, here you are—following me everywhere like I’m the only thing keeping your dull lives interesting."Racheal’s fists clenched. “You belong behind bars, just like my brother said.”Adam chuckled darkly. “He’d better learn to fight before running his mouth. Or else next time, I won’t be so gentle.”---Rhea, standing beside her sister, couldn’t hold back her fury any longer. She lunged at Adam, her hand swinging toward his face in a sharp slap.But Adam caught her wrist effortlessly. Before she could react, he delivered three sharp slaps across her face in quick succession. The sound of each strike echoed down the street, and Rhea stumbled back, her face red and stinging.Tears welled in her eyes as she cried out, attracting the attention of bystanders. People on the street stopped to watch the scene unfold, murmurs and w

Philip’s face contorted in frustration, but the presence of another witness threw him off. He lowered the gun slightly, glancing between Stacey and Adam. “Who the hell are you?”Stacey smiled faintly. “Someone you don’t want to mess with.”Adam tilted his head, amused. “Perfect timing.”Stacey gave a small nod toward Adam. “Lord Adam. Let’s get out of here. You’ve wasted enough time on these fools.”Philip scowled, his grip tightening on the gun again. “I don’t think so. He’s coming with me.”Stacey’s expression didn’t change. “I suggest you rethink that.” Her tone was smooth, almost too polite, but the warning beneath it was unmistakable.---Stacey reached into her jacket and calmly pulled out a sleek black ID card, flipping it open for Philip to see.Philip's heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned the insignia. It was the mark of the Supreme General’s office. His blood ran cold as he realized what that meant. The elegant woman standing before him was the assistant to the most pow

It didn’t take long before the police discovered his body. News of Philip's gruesome death spread rapidly throughout the city, creating waves of fear and speculation.No one knew how he had died, except for the chilling letter left on his corpse. The message was simple but terrifying: "Punished by the Supreme General."In the law of Coastal Flair, offending the Supreme General was the greatest crime, and punishment was absolute.---The Odias saw the news, and terror gripped them. Mr. Luther, Monica, Rhea, and Robin exchanged uneasy glances. Why would the Supreme General get involved?Though unsettled by Philip’s death, they still clung to one hope—that Adam would be rotting in jail before anything worse could happen.---Several days passed. Adam was sitting in the luxury of his penthouse when Mr. White entered, holding a letter.“This just arrived, sir,” Mr. White said, handing it to Adam. "It's from Doctor Norman Hemsworth."Adam’s eyes narrowed as he read the letter. The name stir