"I knew it! Harper couldn't have done it alone!" Marc thought, nodding lightly. Now, all the questions in his mind had been answered.Yangdon might not have seen or known the face behind the mask. "But whoever they are, they must also be a member of the Dark Star Sect!""Little brother, I think I should get going now. Look, the driver is starting to look impatient," Marc said, pointing at the man who had stuck his head out of the car window, gesturing irritably at Marc."Remember what I said—keep training, okay?" With those words, Marc patted Yangdon on the shoulder before turning to leave."Will you come visit us again?" the teenager asked."Of course," Marc replied, turning his head slightly before adding, "When I have some free time."At that moment, for some reason, as he watched Marc's back moving away, Yangdon's eyes suddenly welled up. His heart ached, as if something important was slipping away from his life. Even though their meeting had been brief, it had left a deep impress

"Boss, there’s nothing inside, just this." A long-haired man handed over two one-hundred-dollar bills he had taken from Wangyal’s pocket."Are you sure?" Frowning, the boss was surprised—how could a well-dressed man like the driver not be carrying any money? But when he glanced inside the car, it was exactly as his subordinate had said. The interior of the sedan was a wreck, more like a junk heap than a functioning vehicle.At first, the boss had assumed the driver was a rich man in disguise, using an old car to conceal his identity. He had thought so because, in all his years as a carjacker, this was by far the worst-looking sedan he had ever seen."There's nothing, boss." The man nodded. "This guy’s a total deadbeat," he said, pointing at Wangyal."Damn! So you really are broke!" the boss scoffed in disgust."Get lost! Since you don’t have any money, I’ll just take this car!" the boss shouted, kicking Wangyal aside.He then leaned into the car to grab the keys. That was when his gaz

"Boss, what’s going on?"Not long after, nine other men returned. Seeing their boss kneeling on the ground before Marc, they immediately pointed their toy guns at the young man. "Hey, don’t mess with our boss, or we’ll shoot you!""Idiots! What are you doing?" Their boss was furious at their actions. "He is the young master! Kneel before him immediately!""B-but, boss...""Why do you always complain? Just kneel already! He’s going to give us jobs!"What?Hearing those last words, the men didn’t hesitate any further. Throwing aside their toy guns, they knelt before Marc. "Greetings, young master.""Put on your clothes and clean yourselves up. Don’t show up in Greencliff looking like this.""You don’t need to worry, sir." Wiping his tears, the burly man bowed respectfully to Marc once more. "I won’t disappoint you."Without saying another word, Marc opened the car door and went back to sleep.Watching Marc so effortlessly offer these men jobs as if he were the owner of the project left

"Hey, is this how you treat an old friend? Tell me, what’s this event, and who’s in charge?"Dressed in a striking red suit, Wangyal shouted while raising one hand toward a bodyguard stationed at the entrance, while his other hand rested on his hip. Behind him, Marc stood with a serious posture, resembling a true bodyguard."Wow, calm down, man. Why are you so worked up?" The bodyguard smirked. "Of course, this is the pre-engagement party for Miss Harper, and she’s the one who arranged it.""Then why wasn’t an invitation sent to my table? Are you guys even doing your job properly?""What? Why are you blaming us? If you weren’t invited, that means you should know your place. It means you’re a nobody."The bodyguard then laughed, followed by the other guards around him."Watch your mouth before I slap you! Do you even know who I am?" Wangyal shouted louder, his tense expression dead serious."Huh, and who exactly are you? Whoever you are, I don’t care!""You insolent fool!" Wangyal yell

"Just because you weren't the culprit doesn't mean you're entirely innocent." Marc stepped closer to Harper, who was shaking her hand in pain. Though he was now convinced that the girl had nothing to do with Tenzin's murder, he also knew that she was not entirely without blame. Pressing the tip of his index finger against Harper's shoulder once more, Marc locked eyes with her. "You may not be a member of this sect, but don’t try to deceive me. You were the one who took the Golden Nirvana, weren’t you?" Earlier that morning at The White Lotus Monastery. When Harper had led Tenzin away from Marc to quickly store the purple box in a safe place, she had only accompanied the abbot as far as the main hall’s entrance. "Your Reverence, allow me to store this box for you," Harper whispered into the abbot's ear, weaving her spell. "I am more trustworthy than anyone or anything in this place." As if entranced once again, Tenzin did not hesitate to hand over the purple box to the girl. After t