Lina and Xander sat together in the same room. A strange sense of silence engulfed them.Then she suddenly stepped out of the room with a strange look on her face. He could tell that something was wrong but could not pinpoint exactly what it was.Not soon enough, a cracking sound was heard, a sign that she was back in the room as he turned around towards the direction of the sound.She was holding a few pairs of clothing in her hands and she handed it over to him."Why don't you try these out?" She Inquired once again.He stared at the clothes that were in her hands before he returned her stare back to her with a strange look of curiosity hovering on her face."What's this for?" He inquired me staring right into her eyes.The smile on her face seemed to disappear almost in an instant making him think that he might have said something wrong.But before he could even get to spit out another word from his mouth, she glared at him making him jerk back.Then she broke down, getting him ev
"I didn't hear me?" She inquired about pacing off to get something else from the table."Not that I didn't hear you." He began but before he could finish the statement, he was cut shot."I meant the car." She replied with a smile on her face. "That's her name, me. It's kind of a signature for all my cars. I wanted you to take me somewhere." She began clarifying her words."Sure! That's the nicest name to give to a car." He blurted out in whispers, making sure that she didn't hear the words."But where are we heading to?" He inquired."Do you think that you won't be able to protect me? I should get a guard?" He replied without replying to the message."No! Not that." Xander replied with a strange look on his face."Shameless flirt." He muttered seeing the way that she flung her body and he didn't realize that these words had forced themselves out of his mouth."Is there a problem?" She turned around, noting that she didn't hear the words properly."No! Not at all." He replied with a f
Xander stared at the men for quite a while as they continued to stare at him with so much hatred.There was anger flowing through his vines so he tried his best to control his anger. Rather, he turned around towards Lina and whispered into her ears."We should leave." He finally said."Didn't you hear that I was just talking to you?" The leader of the gang said with an oppressive air in his voice.For the first time, Xander turned around towards the men with a death-inspired frown on his face and inquired."What do you want?" He inquired staring right into their eyes without a single trace of fear in their eyes."Jane said that she wants you and you are coming with us right away." He said.Lina was confused as to what they were talking about as he continued to stare, his anger rising even more until his hands were eventually clutched into a deadly ball.Lina turned around towards them and went ahead to inquire to clarify the thoughts that were already flowing in her head."What are th
Another man came forward, Xander was already in his battle stance, thinking that he was there to fight.But then, Ben soon fell on his knees getting everyone stunned at the same time.As for Xander, the anger that had been welling up in him seemed to have disappeared almost in a moment.And the grip around his hands also loosened. His ears were keen to listen to what the man that was before him had to say."Master Xander. It isn't our fault and you have to understand us. Jane gave us an order that if we don't come with you, we will all lose our lives.So it's either we fight you and die or die at the hands of our master's daughter to whom we have sworn an oath.Please forgive us and understand our plights." He pleaded.Immediately he was done saying these words, the men were all kneeling alongside him, their hearts racing hard against their chest as they chorused."Young master. Please show us mercy." They pleaded earnestly.Xander continued to stare at them for quite a while but his
Now the hall was silent, knowing the gravity of the words that Xander just froze and for a while, it seemed like time had been frozen.Xander stared at her eyes for another moment, getting her petrified for quite a while. The racing of her heart increased even more as he dropped her hands off.But Xander was never ready to fight with any of them that were there. He was going to deal with Jane in some other way."If you want your father treated. Then you are going to ask me most politely. Apart from that, you can start preparing his coffin for his funeral already."The crowd was equally stunned by his words but they were too stunned to speak. Was the almighty and ever-proud Jane going to give up her ego by talking to someone like him just to save the life of her father was the question that lingered in their minds for quite a while and most people didn't even think that was possible.Xander turned around ready to leave. He wasn't going to spend a hell of a time there. But halfway thro
None of them dared to speak. Jane stared at the paper that was below her before looking back up in his direction.Her blood was boiling as she stared at the crowd for one last time before shifting her gaze back to the paper.She was weak from the inside and to the surprise of everyone that was gathered, she walked towards it and picked it up from the floor."I have gotten it." There was a calm expression on her face as she spoke further."That's great. Then you should get those things for me." He said with a glare.Without much hesitation, she was already off from the place to get the things that he had drafted out.At the moment, the hall was as silent as a graveyard, and no one had spoken for quite a while.The guard soon went ahead to provide a seat for him as soon as possible while he continued to wait.Soon, Jane was seen fleeing into the hall. Xander didn't need most of the things that were there but knew that they were going to be very difficult to get.A smile hovered on his
The name Doctor Rasher was a household name. Right from the day that he was born, he was cut out to be a doctor. Going through intense training.He was one of the finest doctors that the world had ever produced and one of his biggest fits was curing a disease outbreak that almost wiped out the continent apart from that, he is also formendable in making drugs too even though he wasn't a pharmacist.The act of drug making and treatment were two different fields that had eventually been coupled in this one person.But a few years ago, he went into seclusion in the forest and most people didn't know that he was back in the city apart from today and that was the reason most of them were still left in awe."Yeah. That's me. In flesh and blood. I was leaving the city pretty soon but then I was told here by Kelly whose father turns out to be a good friend of mine that the mayor is very sick.Even though I have an extremely busy schedule, since it was coming from a friend, there was certainly
After checking the pulse with a smile on his face, he rose from the floor. The door had already been patched open as the treatment was being done by the Almighty Doctor Rasher and everyone wanted to watch him do his thing.And unlike Xander, he didn't have a problem with it. But Xander was bothered even for a single moment.The doctor rose slowly from his body with a smile on his face. He was quick to detect the sickness that he had."Just some heat stroke. I am sure that it would be very easy to revive him." He said.He turned around to the other doctors and the head doctor of the place was soon brought forward. Doctor Rasher was treated more like a dog, everyone beckoning to his call in instants.He made a few lists of the things that he wanted and they went on to get it as soon as possible for him.After which, he injected Mayor Joshua a few times and stepped aside. His confidence was overwhelming and the way that he painlessly inserted them could tell that he had a lot of experien
The news of his demise spread like wildfire, a whisper of tragedy that soon turned into a public lament, his name etched in the annals of local heroes, a hero who had fallen in a quest to save a friend, a hero who had died in a blaze of glory.Back at the ballroom, Lina stood by the window, her eyes fixed on the cityscape, her face pale and drawn, her body wracked with sobs. The wedding cake, a testament to the dreams they had shared, now sat in the corner, a bittersweet reminder of a love lost, a life shattered.The sun, a cruel and mocking orb, peeked over the horizon, casting a pale, sickly light over the sprawling cemetery. It seemed to mock the sorrow etched on the faces of the mourners gathered there. The air hung heavy with grief, a tangible weight pressing down on their hearts. It was the day of Xander's burial, a day that had been so eagerly anticipated just weeks before; a day of celebration, of vows, of a lifetime together. Now, it was a day of mourning, a day of tears, a d
The warm morning air carried the scent of jasmine and wisteria, a sweet, heady fragrance that danced around Xander as he stood on the balcony with Lina. He held her hand, her fingers slender and cool against his palm, and his gaze swept across the bustling city below. The vibrant lights of the city throbbed like a giant, pulsing heart, a constant reminder of the life he had built, the life he was about to build with Lina.The ring, a band of polished silver etched with intricate symbols, sat comfortably on his finger. It was the ring that had shielded him from harm, the ring that had made him feel untouchable, a beacon of power that he could draw on. The ring was a constant reminder of his escape, his journey from a humble, forgotten corner of the city to the heart of its power, a rise that was as unlikely as it was exhilarating.But as he watched the twinkling lights and felt Lina's closeness, he felt a different kind of power, a warmth that spread through him like a gentle flame. It
Xander sat awkwardly on the plush armchair, its soft cushions offering little comfort. Across from him, Mr. James, a man whose face usually held a gloomy expression, sat with his shoulders slumped and a worried frown etched on his brow.'Where is Lina?' Mr. James finally asked, his voice a low rumble.'She's resting,' Xander replied, his voice tight with worry. 'The poor girl had suffered too much.'He couldn't bring himself to say more, not after the past few weeks. The events had been a whirlwind of betrayal, pain, and a chilling realization of the true depths of the Dragon Group's influence.Mr. James, as if sensing Xander's feelings, leaned back in his chair and sighed. 'It's all my fault,' he whispered, his eyes flickering to the floor. 'If I hadn't joined the Dragon Group, none of this would have happened.' He looked at Xander, his face breaking into a heart-wrenching expression of regret. 'I was so naive. I thought they were just a business group, a powerful engine of progress.
The rage that had been simmering inside Xander since the first encounter with Scarface, the man with a face etched with cruel scars, bubbled over. The scene in the cellar replayed in his mind – the fear in Lina’s eyes, the taunts of Scarface, the taste of his own blood, the desperate fight against the Dragon Group. But then, the words of the old man, his mentor, echoed in his mind. The old man had said, 'Sometimes, forgiveness is the hardest choice, yet the strongest. It lets the poison go, not just for them, but for you too.'Xander turned to Lina, who was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He knelt before her, his gaze lingering on the bruises that dotted her arms and the scratch on her cheek, his heart a knot of anger and concern. He wanted to tear Scarface limb from limb, to punish him for the pain he had inflicted on her, on him. Yet, the old man’s words resonated, a soothing balm on his burning rage.“I’ll let him live,” Xander said, his voice hoarse with th
The rage that had been simmering within Xander for years finally boiled over. A raw, primal hunger for vengeance consumed him, leaving no room for reason or caution. He watched as Tobias, his face contorted with smug disdain, casually tossed Lina aside as if she were a discarded rag doll. The movement was a spark igniting the inferno within him, fueling a fury that had no bounds.“Tobias,” Xander snarled, the word heavy with unspoken threats. His body, taut with pent-up energy, launched itself forward like a guided missile, aimed directly at Tobias. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the thudding of his own heartbeat. He saw Tobias, his eyes widening in alarm as the inevitable collision drew near, raise his hands in a futile attempt to ward off the assault. The impact was brutal, a sickening crunch as their bodies collided with the force of a battering ram. They went down hard, the ground groaning beneath their combined weight.It was a dance of pure fe
The cellar, once a dank and shadowed space, had become a crucible of raw magic and chilling fear. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of burnt flesh and ozone, a silent testament to the fiery ball unleashed by Scarface, lieutenant of the Dragon Group. Everyone present, with the exception of Xander, had braced for a gruesome spectacle. They envisioned a scene of charred flesh and bone, the young man reduced to nothing more than a smouldering husk. Instead, they were met with a stillness that felt almost unnatural, a quiet defiance that spoke volumes.Xander stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes unmarred, his face serene. A soft smile played on his lips, a smile that held a hint of victory, of an inner knowledge that was unsettling in its calmness. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of those who had witnessed this impossible display of immunity. Even Scarface, his face still contorted with a mixture of disbelief and rage, faltered, his eyes fixed on the
The dimly lit room, once a den of gambling and illicit pleasure, was now a battleground painted in crimson and laced with the groans of the fallen. Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, moved through the chaos with the grace of a predator. His movements, a blur of fists and feet, were a symphony of violence, each strike delivered with the precision of a well-oiled machine. He fought like a man possessed, fueled by a primal rage that defied description.His opponents, initially a horde of thugs, were now a scattered, demoralized mob. Their bravado had evaporated like mist under the unforgiving glare of the sun. They stood frozen, their faces etched with a mixture of terror and disbelief. Some lay sprawled on the floor, their bodies contorted in ungodly positions, silent testaments to Xander's relentless assault. He danced around them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, his muscles taut with coiled energy, a predator circling its prey.The air crackled with an electric t
The oppressive weight of the iron door, thick as a tomb slab, pressed against Tobias's heart, a physical manifestation of the fear that had begun to gnaw at him. His mind, usually so sharp and calculating, was starting to scramble, his carefully constructed plan unravelling. He had anticipated every possible contingency, every threat, yet here stood Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, ready to shatter the illusion of Tobias's absolute control.A sickening thud echoed through the chamber, the sound of a man's body collapsing against the unyielding stone floor. Tobias's grip tightened on Lina's hand, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, the pain a distant, irrelevant sensation. The man, a loyal soldier, had been a mere pawn in Tobias's grand scheme, a sacrifice to buy him precious seconds – seconds he was now desperately clinging to.He watched, frozen, through the intricate screen set into the door, as Xander, his face a mask of raw fury, gathered the raw power of the ri
The acrid scent of clay hung thick in the air, a miasma interwoven with the faint tang of fear. Xander, his fists clenched, couldn't stand there any longer, a caged beast watching his prey chant insults. The man, a hulking form, stood by the racks, his gaze fixed on Xander, but his eyes, darting nervously, betrayed his vigilance. He was a watchman, a sentinel, placed there by the dragon group, the shadowy organization that had snatched his fiancée, Lina.Xander's anger was a roaring furnace within him, fueled by a desperation that gnawed at his sanity. He had tracked them, followed the slithering trail of clues, leading him to this ramshackle pottery shop, a facade cloaking a dark secret.With a roar, Xander lunged, a blur of fury. His fist connected with the man's jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending the watchman reeling backward. He crashed against the wall, but before he could find his footing, Xander was upon him again, his grip like a vise.'Now,' Xander growled, his vo