On the battlefield, Harvey staggered dizzily due to excessive blood loss, teetering on the brink of collapse. His sluggish response had given Amaya an opportunity. She lunged forward, her twin blades simultaneously thrusting toward Harvey's throat. It was a lethal move, and Harvey was sure to die. Moreover, given his performance in the battle, Harvey could in no way dodge it. Three inches! One inch! Half an inch! Just as the blade was about to cut into Harvey's throat, a hand swiftly reached out, seizing both knives in its palm. Amaya's face immediately altered! She realized that her opponent had deceived her. But once a step was misplaced, all was lost, and it was too late. Crash! Harvey punched Amaya hard in the chest, sending her flying backward into the steel railing some seven or eight meters away. When she fell to the ground, Amaya's petite body convulsed, then lay still. Everyone fell silent. No one dared believe that a fool like Harvey could feign weakness to dec
The air bristled with palpable tension as every gaze gravitated toward the two figures atop the platform. This combat seemed predestined, a culmination of a long-awaited clash. And tonight, it finally arrived. "I wish to challenge you at your strongest!" Augustus was taken aback by Jonathan's decision, considering it the furthest from prudent. Given the circumstances, Jonathan's best bet would be to sacrifice Drake, his remaining trump card, heedless of life or death to deplete his opponent's vitality. Drake, the so-called underworld king of the Northeast, held a formidable stature. Though unable to match Augustus, he could considerably drain his strength if he put forth all his might. By then, Jonathan could seize the opportunity with a higher probability of triumph. However, in this combat, victory was a dangerous three-to-one gamble. Foolhardiness has no place in such crucial decisions, yet Jonathan had taken this reckless leap. "I can't fathom what you're thinking, but for yo
A week later! Jonathan lay in the hospital bed, his right leg and left arm swathed in bandages, his neck braced, and his body studded with medical wires. According to the doctor, it was nothing short of a miracle that he had survived such severe injuries. But he was likely to be left with many handicaps, and martial arts would henceforth remain a distant dream. The person sitting next to the hospital bed was none other than Augustus! No longer were they swords drawn, but instead, they resembled friends. If it weren’t for the disputes over interests, people with similar ideologies like them could very well have been friends. “This time, I’ve come to bid you farewell. I will keep my promise. Once I leave the Southwest, I will never return." Augustus calmly declared an air of relief about him. Sitting in bed, Jonathan blinked his eyes and said: "I’ll arrange for your Heavenly Emperor Corporation to have three years to move your assets from the Southwest to minimize your losses.”
Half a month later, Jonathan managed to move about again, albeit with difficulty. With his current health condition, a slight breeze could knock him over. Even if he fully recovers, Jonathan could only live as an ordinary man, his health perhaps inferior. His organs still functioned adequately, but he probably couldn't shoulder heavy weights or hold anything with his hands. The prospect of martial arts was utterly out of the question. It wasn't that there was no solution, but this was not a typical medical issue. In other words, he could only hope for the right doctor with the right medicine. However, Jonathan wasn't overly concerned about this. He had learned these martial arts skills in prison, and whether he could use them in the future wasn't necessary. Let it be! After completing the discharge procedures, Jonathan bought a high-speed train ticket to New York. With no other affairs, he sat quietly on the train. Watching the landscapes of the Southwest gradually recede, Jona
It was at this point that Jonathan spoke up. "Cancel the contract with the Summon store and apologize to me. If you can do that, I won't pursue this matter further, nor will I report it to Orchid's headquarters." Alyssa responded instantly without hesitation. She had given this matter much thought. "Miss Steven's request is indeed very reasonable." Jonathan nodded in agreement. Upon hearing this, Gregory shot Jonathan a displeased look. He had brought Jonathan to help resolve the situation, not to make matters worse. If it were possible to cancel the contract so quickly, would he have fretted over it so much? Gregory desperately signaled Jonathan with his eyes, indicating that he should disagree so readily. If he agreed to something that couldn't be done and then had to backtrack, it would only exacerbate the situation. "If you agree with my request, then Director Miller should quickly address it. As long as you can do it, I won't press charges." Alyssa was somewhat surprised th
"Phew!" Daisy White was stunned for a moment before breaking into hearty laughter: "You are... You're clever, but who would believe such an excuse? I won't press you if you don't want to discuss it." Jonathan responded with a smile instead of words. It wasn't that he intentionally evaded his past, but he didn't want to recall it. Since leaving Top-Sky House, little significant had occurred to talk about. Starting anew seemed like the best decision he had made! Since letting go of everything, even the air he breathed seemed fresher. They rented rooms on the sixth floor, conveniently across from each other. Upon reaching their floor via the elevator, Daisy White suddenly stopped and invited: "It's still early. Would you like to come in for a bit?" Perhaps it was the first time Daisy White had invited a man into her apartment. Her face turned slightly pink. However, Jonathan decisively responded: "Nah, I feel quite tired today and would like to rest early." Daisy White seemed d
If Derek had spotted Jonathan, there was no reason Jonathan wouldn't have seen Derek. But his emotions were far more composed. Since he had come to New York, it was only a matter of time before he'd run into Derek. It was hardly surprising. Returning to the warehouse, Jonathan began to pack up. Upon hearing that Jonathan was soon to become the deputy director of the sales department, everyone in the warehouse was both envious and full of admiration. This leap was equivalent to jumping over Dhara's head! Everyone half-heartedly asked Jonathan for a treat, but he casually promised to arrange it another day. That night, there would undoubtedly be someone to dine with him. As Jonathan had anticipated, by the time work ended in the evening, he was intercepted as soon as he stepped out of the office. It was Derek! Their eyes met in mutual unfamiliarity. Derek drove his Lamborghini, escorting Jonathan away from there. Before long, they arrived at a high-end restaurant in a relativel
"Director Miller, Assistant Willow is here." Just as Gregory was about to explain the immediate tasks to Jonathan, his secretary knocked and entered. "Willow?" Gregory questioned doubtfully, although he knew who it was since only one assistant named Willow was in the company. But what puzzled Gregory was what Willow was doing in his sales department so early in the morning. She wasn't here to inquire about the Summon shop incident, was she? "Yes." "Then let her in. Don't dawdle!" "Director Miller, Assistant Willow is here to invite Deputy Director Wang. CEO Kyle has requested the Deputy Director to come to her office." Oh! Gregory looked surprised at Jonathan. Wasn't it just yesterday that Jonathan met Carnelian? Today they were meeting again. The frequency seemed too much. But since when has it become so easy to meet Carnelian? In Gregory's memory, despite being a director of the sales department, he rarely had the chance to meet Carnelian in private. Jonathan also looke