The hall went on in a rampage as the patron of the family passed out right before then. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that they had a powerful doctor right before then.Doctor Gerald smiled to himself as he watched them run around in panic like a little sovereign watching his subject. Then, they were finally able to calm down. Their reflexes jerked back to normal as they turned around towards the miracle doctor."Doctor Gerald, you are here. Grandpa is going to be fine right?" One of them quickly said..."Yes doctor Gerald, you have to save Grandpa." He finally said.But again, he smiled at them, pushing his collars backward and straightening up himself, swelling up with so much pride."Don't worry everyone. This is just a small issue that would be taken care of in a matter of seconds." He finally replied.He walked up quickly to the old man and felt his pulse. It seemed to be doing fine apart from the part that he was.He only needed to give him a few pressures down his pressure
Xander walked away with a long face. He has other things to do anyway, maybe he was going to get a job.Even though he had been wrong, Hopkins still didn't have the right to act the way that they acted to him.But where does he go now?While he continued to walk, he was about to storm off to the other end of the road when two guards came before him.The fact that he was making at the moment spoke of total disgust."What exactly do they want from him?" The frown on his face only grew deeper as the minute went by."What exactly do you want? You want to beat me up or what?" He Inquired with a stale look on his face."Lady Lina ordered us to get you back." He said."Get me back?" Xander turned with a furrowed brow.His first instinct was to reject it. They were going to see him as a cheap fool if he returned to that place.But after giving it a thought for a while, calling him back could only mean that she felt remorseful after everything that she had done.It wasn't nice to punish her wh
Doctor Gerald didn't say anything for quite a while. His eyes were just focused on him without saying another word.Everyone thought that it was already over for Xander but before they could distinguish what was going on next, a slap was the next thing that was heart in his face.The fine lines of Doctor Gerald's hands were finely imprinted on his face. Everyone was still stunned.The apprentice could not believe what was happening. He thought that Doctor Gerald was going to support him had he had always done but this time, it was differentThe pain was already welling up through his face. His attention was all confused on Doctor Gerald whose anger was out of this world."Are you crazy? Sir Anderson is dying and you dare to obstruct his treatment?You have been a stain on my reputation but I have always overlooked it because I had taken you off from the street and swore that I was going to tend to you no matter what.Is this how you repay kindness? This time, you are crossing the lin
Doctor Gerald was already ready to turn around and leave. His head turned towards the door and his apprentice packed his things.Vincent groaned angrily. There was a place for sympathy in his heart for the old man. Besides in his opinion, the old man had only been standing in his way ever since.But now that he is gone. It was going to make things a lot easier for him.The board were now going to be the ones that would be doing the choosing and now that Mr. Anderson died in the hands of someone that Lina had brought to the family, there was no way that she was going to be elected."Cough! Cough!" A loud cough was soon heard throughout the hall like the loud sound of a horn.And from the direction that the sound came from, it looked like it was coming from Mr. Anderson.But after what everyone in the hall had seen just a while ago, it was difficult for them to believe this.Their hearts were still frozen.For a while, there was a pause in the hall. Nobody moved. Then the sound came aga
It was difficult for Lina to believe that Doctor Gerald had said these words. Since she has always believed that he was an upright man. Where did all of that just go in a flinch?Meanwhile, for Doctor Gerald, he felt that he did what had to be done. He was one of the best doctors in the city.Admitting that he was not able to treat Mr. Anderson was going to be a really big blow and Xander might end up taking his place.This was something that he could not afford."That you once again." Mr. Anderson had a really weak smile on his face as he spoke.Lina could not contain her anger anymore and she turned around towards Doctor Gerald, removing all the formalities that used to be added to his name."Doctor Gerald." She blotted out angrily, making everyone in the room shift their attention over to him."What do you think that you are doing? Taking the glory when you know that you had nothing to do with what happened?" She thundered but Doctor Gerald faked ignorance, claiming not to know w
Doctor Gerald's heart was shaky at first but hearing these words made him relax right on the spot.Meanwhile, Lina was still smitten by the shocks that held her. She knew that Vincent could be anything but adding the status of a liar to his name was something that she had never expected.Drawing a really deep breath, she clenched her teeth, hoping that one of them was going to be reasonable enough to stand for the truth but it turned out that she was wrong."Yes. We saw it with our eyes.""Xander is no more than a punk. How would he have been able to treat Mr. Anderson in the first place?""I can't believe that Lina would go gaga because of someone like him." The crowd kept on repeating, clouding Xander's and Lina's hearings.Heart raced. She could feel her heart beating hard against her chest as though it was going to burst through.Her hands were clenched against each other and finally, she turned around towards her grandfather."Grandpa. I have never lied to you before. Are you go
"And who gave you the permission to leave whenever you want?" He quickly responded with a thick frown on his face.Lina stepped forward. She never realized that her family would stoop so low."Stop me if you can," Xander responded as he continued to walk towards the herb.Mr. Anderson was tired now and could barely say a word. He was drawing weak even though he didn't know why. But he was sure that Doctor Gerald would eventually be able to take care of it.The only thing that he could do now was watch as he couldn't even muster enough strength to speak."He took the herb from the table and turned around to leave. Turning over to Lina."It was going to be stupid for her to call her guild anyway. Since with theirs combined, hers was nothing to write home about.Though Lina was looking calm from the outside, on the inside, she was in trouble. She would prefer Xander's life to that stupid herb for the most part.She drew a really deep breath, trying to control her rising emotions before
Henry had already recovered from the shocks that ran through his vines. He gritted his teeth angrily with a sense of anger rushing through his blood stream.This time, he knew that Xander was a martial artist, so he didn't take him anymore."Don't think of yourself as too highly punk... You were only able to face quite a dozen men. Let's see how you are going to face a hundred plus trained martial artists." He muttered with a dark look on his face.There was certainly no way that Xander was going to escape from this.The crowd that had fallen silent for quite a while were rejuvenated all of a sudden. Their scorn for Xander was brought back almost in an instant."Just because he was able to defeat just a few marital artists doesn't mean that he is even powerful.""I am sure that he was able to do that only because he had some dark arts. If not, how was he able to defeat quite several trained artists without even shifting a blow?" Another one of them said, their faces all twisted with s
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