The men advanced swiftly towards him like fierce warriors who were ready to rip him apart into two halves.Stacy tried to step forward. Even though she was badly injured, at least she would be able to offer some sort of assistance.As though Xander could already tell what she was planning to do in her head, he waved his hands, preventing her from moving any further.Stacy growled but it was easy for her to tell that there was nothing that she could do about it.Immediately they charged at Xander, and he became as swift as a lightning bolt, swinging his hands in a singular motion and sending all the men flying off into the air.Soon, they were all on the floor groaning in pain. Some of them even though they were injured tried to get up from the floor but they all fell back to the floor, groaning his pain.They could feel their hearts flaming as though it had been set on fire and everyone in the crowd was stunned.They could not believe that Xander was the one who pulled such an act, es
Soon enough she pulled away from her and was staring at her blankly."That's my thank-you gift and I might not get to do it again." She explained.There was a strange sensation in his heart. It was close to saying that he was more than confused.He could already feel a sense of guilt welling up through him even though he could not tell the reason for that."You shouldn't have done that." His words broke into stutters as he tried to speak, making Stacy smile a little.She liked that he was being nervous. It was obvious that he was a newbie when it came to these things."This is going to be a lot easier than I thought initially." She muttered under her breath as they continued to walk.Soon enough they were at the Villa where Lina was and they walked into it. But before they could go any further, Xander stopped her.Even though the guards had not said anything, he could see the piercing and the foreign looks that they were giving to her. It seemed like these were new guards different f
For a while, none of them that were present there could spit out another word from their mouth.Erica was gradually coming off from her shocks and it was easy for Doctor Saint to notice this.He knew that it was not going to mean any good talking with someone like him so he rather turned around towards Erica who was in a state of confusion and said."I don't understand. Erica. Did you bring me up here to be insulted?" He inquired, snapping her off from the rest of her thoughts.At this moment, she was lost on a fence. Even though she wanted to believe the words that he just spoke, he might also have his reason for doing that.And doctor Saint could not have made a medical mistake when he said what he said. She turned around towards Xander with a weak look on her face."My sister helped you out. And even turned a blind eye to our family rule all because of you. Is this really how you repay?" She sneered."Will you stop talking about the living as though they are dead already?" He repli
Everyone waited for him to spit the words out of his mouth, pulling them into the deep pits of curiosity as hearts raced even more.Xander still didn't speak until he drew a really deep breath, pointing off toward the herb that was lying on the table.The hearts that were racing fast in the first instance seemed to have frozen all of a sudden as everyone blinked twice at him.The herbs that were lying on the table were one of the rarest herbs in the whole of the continent.Doctor Saint could not stand it anymore as he pulled himself forward towards Xander with a deadly frown hovering on his face."You fool. How dare you request such an herb? Have you suddenly gone out of your mind?" He thundered angrily at Xander who still wasn't moved even for a single moment.But rather he turned around towards Miss. Erica had the highest say as it concerned this matter.She was still lost in the realms of her shocks, unable to spit out another word from her mouth for quite a while. But the yells th
Hearts jerked off from their points. Even the people that had been holding off Xander pulled away from the place, turning around towards the direction of the sound.It was a young maid that was almost eighteen years old. But there was no one else in her, apart from the dog."Who is dying?" One of the guards that were standing said with a deadly frown hovering on his face thinking that it was all a prank in the first place.But it turned out that it wasn't as she pointed to the dog that she was holding off in her hands."It's Miss. Lina's most cherished dog. She put just me but I don't know what's wrong with it. Can you tell me where Miss Lina is?" She Inquired once again, her eyes searching through the room in search of Miss. Lina but she was shielded by the doctor and her eyes could not pair in that direction.It was obvious that since the dog had its own home, she knew nothing about what was happening.She drew a really deep breath with disappointment washed over her face. And with
Everyone was still lost in the realms of their shocks as thoughts about what just happened welled up throughout their minds."I am sure that it was a mistake or something." Doctor Saint was trying as hard as he could to sway away from the embarrassment that was welling up through his spine."Maybe she was the one that made a mister think that the dog was dead in the first place " he glared, turning around towards Lisa who had been patting the dog.She raised her head but did not even glance at him as she turned around toward Xander, the teary looks still in her eyes."Thank you very much." She appreciated Xander with everything that she had in her before she finally turned around towards Doctor Saint with a shit look on her face."You are the worst of craps that I have seen. Even if I made a mistake which I am way too sure that I didn't make if you had checked up on Whitey wouldn't you have found out about that?White-haired crap." She sneered.Saint was enraged and his hands were sq
Doctor Saint walked gradually towards his direction and he had a dark smile hovering on his face. He was walking so close to Xander, staring right into his eyes that he could already feel his breath.Afterward, he turned around towards everyone else that was in the room with a strange look on his face."I told you all right from the very beginning not to trust the fool. Now see where all of that has eventually led to." He soon muttered under his breath.Erica was grossly disappointed while Xander was still in awe. He was sure that he had done exactly as he had recollected in his head.Thoughts ran swiftly through his head as he tried hard to think about what he could have done wrong in the instance.But no matter how hard he tried to think about it, nothing was coming to his head.He turned around towards Erica who was frowning deeply now and even without caring, he went ahead to request."I think that I should try again." He said to her but for a while, he did not get a response.T
Xander already knew about this. Even though it looked like she was dead already, she still had some sort of consciousness in her that enabled her to hear everything.But the next set of words was also more than enough to throw him off balance."And the medicine that Xander administered to me worked quite a while ago. I was just too tired to stand up at the instant." She replied with a sudden look on her face.Her facial expression shifted towards Xander who was also shifting his towards her direction at the same time and their eyes crossed paths.She got off the bed, her sister Erica thinking that she wasn't too well already tried to stop her but she pushed her sister away with a strange look on her face and said."Don't worry about me. I will be just fine." She soon replied and walked over to where Xander was standingFor a while, they only stared at each other without spitting out words from their mouths.Then she stepped forward and hugged him tightly. If not for the fact that ther
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