Hi, my dear readers. I decided to write this author note because I know most of you must be feeling bad due to how slowly I update and how short the chapters are.
To be honest, it's not intentional and I sincerely apologize.I'm a final year student, and at this moment, I'm doing my final year project.I go to the lab every day as I'm a science student.Please bear with me.I'm really sorry.The short chapters are all I can do every day before I leave for the lab.I'll be done by the end of the month, so just bear with me till the month's end.I promise you all that next month will be different and better.Thank you for your understanding.I love you all."How audacious! You dare to refer to our boss as a dog?!" One of the guards instantly erupts in a fit of rage, snapping at Jordan with fiery intensity and glaring at him."Another dog," however, Jordan doesn't spare him a glance as he remarks nonchalantly."What did you just say?!" The guard snarls, his eyes turning bloodshot as he issues a challenge, "If you have the guts, I dare you to repeat yourself!"But Jordan doesn't bother to entertain him as he shrugs off indifferently without bothering to say anything. He's already made his point, and repeating himself seems unnecessary to him."Hah!" However, Jordan's indifference only intensifies the guard's fury. Strong killing intent flashes in his eyes and he begins exuding a murderous aura."Boss," turning to the earlier guard, who appears to be the head of security, he demands, "Can we deal with this asshole?"Without answering this question, the head guard glances at Director Bill and asks aloofly, "Director Bill, do you want that tr
"What a bunch of weaklings," staring at the so-called ninety-nine experts sprawled out on the floor around him, Jordan hisses and shakes his head, clearly disappointed.Although he had known right from the onset that these guards were weak, he never really expected them to be this weak, to the extent that none of them could put up a fight and could only have themselves slapped away.To think he had charged back at such weaklings, wasting his time for nothing. He is so disappointed and he can barely hide it as he hisses again, his face stretching into a full-fledged frown."What?!""The guards are already defeated?" Meanwhile, at the sight of the sudden turn of events, the room instantly breaks into an uproar, the eyes of the crowd wide as saucers. Despite that they had watched Jordan slapping the guards away, they are still nonetheless shocked at the end result. What's even more shocking is that these guards were armed with batons, had terrifying numbers, and even the build and statu
Caught between the wall, the arrogant head guard breathes his last. From his shocked expression, it is clear that from start to finish, he never believed that the young man he initially dismissed as a mere punk could bring about his tragic demise. The surreal nature of it all hangs heavy in the air. "Boss," at this moment, Jackson's underling, who had left the scene earlier after Jackson whispered something to him, walks into the ER and heads straight for Jackson.Seeing his underling, Jackson's eyes light up and as soon as the underling gets to him, he leans in and asks in a hushed tone, "What did you find out?"The underling doesn't dare to be reckless after seeing Jackson being so secretive as he closes the gap between them, ensuring no outsiders can overhear their conversation, and whispers some words directly into Jackson's ear. At first, Jackson's face shows surprise, but in the next moment, he bursts into laughter."So what if he has extraordinary abilities? He's still just a
BOOM!It's as if Jackson has been struck by lightning as he staggers backward, almost losing his stance. His master is truly gone. The man he was with just last night is gone.Ah! His phone slips from his grasp, crashing into several pieces on the floor.Instantly, he loses his confident demeanor, his shoulders sagging. Vincy is dead. The news hits him like a sledgehammer."Now that you know the truth, it's time for you to meet your end," disregarding Jackson's reaction to the news, Jordan says coolly and starts walking toward him."You," Jackson suddenly turns fierce, looking at Jordan with intense anger. "Are you truly the one who killed my Master and had his corpse delivered to the school?" He asks coldbloodedly, his veins pulsating."I've said that countless times already; why do you bother asking me again?" Jordan doesn't bother to deny it, answering with a question instead."You! You dared to kill my Master and are so bold to say it to my face! I won't let you off!" Jackson exude
Staring at the corpse of Jackson lying lifeless beyond the gates, the crowd is shocked to their bones. If it was a mere guard, they wouldn't be too shocked but this is Jackson Steele, a powerful force to be reckoned with and second only to Vincy!This is a man whom not even a thousand martial artists dared to challenge, yet he met his demise with just a single kick from Jordan. The sheer simplicity of it leaves them so dumbfounded that their jaws are practically dropping to the floor.Nevertheless, as they contemplate the situation more deeply, they gradually come to the understanding that there's not much reason for them to be overly astonished.After all, it has been confirmed that Jordan managed to kill Jackson's Master, Vincy, a formidable figure who was leagues ahead of Jackson himself in terms of strength. While they remain clueless about the specifics of how Jordan managed to accomplish such a feat, the undeniable truth is that he did. Yet, even though they logically understand
At this moment, Director Bill's smugness has entirely vanished, leaving him looking utterly pitiful as he continues to bang his head on the tiled floor, enduring the heart-wrenching pain that keeps shooting through him with each bang.Naturally, most people might feel an immediate sense of compassion watching the old man beg so pathetically and injure himself and might even be inclined to forgive him and help him to his feet.But Jordan is no saint. Director Bill had ordered his guards to kill him. Even if he cuts off his hands to show how greatly remorseful he is, he wouldn't let him off.He merely slips his hands into his pockets as he watches Director Bill's dramatic display. Since the old man wants to continue banging his head, he is content to let him do so until he tires himself out.And thus, for several minutes, Director Bill continues banging his head on the floor and pleading until he can bear it no longer. Clearly, he had realized that Jordan not only allowed him to continu
"Chairman Grey!" Seeing the old man who just barged in, Director Bill's eyes light up as if he has found his long awaiting savior and he hurriedly stands and scurries to him."He is Chairman Grey? The esteemed CEO of RoyalView Medical Spa?" Director Bill's statement causes a commotion in the ER, with the crowd whispering and casting scrupulous glances at the old man.Chairman Grey, however, doesn't bother about the whispers or Director Bill's acknowledgment as his cold gaze sweeps around, taking in the gruesome scene; the twenty-five decapitated guards strewn on the floor, the over a thousand guards injured and groaning, and the head guard who is still stuck between the wall. His eyes narrow slightly as he directs a question to the room at large, "What's going on here?""We encountered a troublemaker, Chairman Grey," Director Bill hastily responds, offering an explanation even though he wasn't directly asked."Oh?" Chairman Grey's gaze drops down to Director Bill, and his brows narrow
Following Director Bill's outstretched finger to see the so-called troublemaker, Chairman Grey is rather shocked to discover that he is just a young man in his twenties, lacking any extraordinary physical characteristics like bulging muscles and all that. When Director Bill told him about someone who killed twenty-five of his guards and incapacitated the rest, he had expected a much more formidable figure, someone at least on par with the two figures behind him.The stark contrast between his initial expectations and the reality before him leaves him wondering just how remarkably powerful a young man in his twenties must be to achieve such a feat."And wait," his body suddenly tenses up as he keenly takes in Jordan's appearance, an ominous premonition rising in his heart. The young man has his back turned, preventing him from seeing his face, but there's something about that posture that he feels he's encountered before. The posture is just incredibly familiar."Could he really be t