Xander frowned. After seeing how weak she was, this wasn't the kind of person that he would want to fight with.A single pouch would be enough to send her knocking off to space."Do you want your sister dead?" He inquired with a deadly frown on his face.Jane's eyes twitched for quite a while. Her confused self stared at him for quite a while as she didn't understand what he was saying."Die? Stop trying to scare me." She replied with shaky hands."I know that you are a con artist but what are you even thinking that I am too easy to be fooled?" She growled.Those words that had just been spoken were enough to send cold shivers down her spine. Even though she didn't see Xander as someone trustworthy, these words still knocked her off.Her hatred for him only grew deeper, talking about someone who meant so much to her in such a manner.She wished that she could tear him apart with her bare hands already but after seeing what he was capable of doing, she wouldn't dare to do that."From
Now everyone's direction was still focused on him. Their eyes were so keen that they had not moved their stares away for quite a while.The Mayor was beginning to feel a really strange sensation going through his spine and he could not stand it anymore."Is someone going to tell me what went down here? Or do you guys just keep going to keep moping at me?" He inquired with a close-to-angry look on his face.Their hearts raced as they didn't know where they were going to start from. Even though she was weak, Stacy stepped forward.She also felt like she had a responsibility towards her sister since she was the eldest among the both of them.Going over to her father, she turned her in a strange direction, and without spitting out another word from his mouth, he did the sWaves of shock quickly ran through his head. His heart almost jumped out from his chest. That was one of the most gruesome sights that he had seen in a long time.Who would have done such a thing?The curiosity that wash
Stacy was the last person that was going to put up with both of them. Staring right into their eyes, her face was already blazing up with fury."What do you mean by she is right Dad? We didn't see him using any dark acts and he could have always walked away from the whole thing. It's only thanks to him that we are still alive." The frown that was hovering on her face deepened even more.Mr. Joshua had never seen his daughter defend anyone in such a manner so he had to break their bond as soon as he could.They had an obligation to society and his child wasn't going to be seen with a thug like him.Their hearts raced faster. They continued to stare right into each other's eyes. Finally, Mayor Joshua broke the silence that was beginning to engulf the place."Then do you have any other explanation for what happened?" He inquired with a really weird look on his face."I am sure that he had only been hiding it from you and nothing other than that." He replied.But still, Stacy wasn't going
Xander thought that it was causal. Not like he had even expected him to hear what he had said"Isn't that what I just called helping? Why are you suddenly angry and behaving like you just got your head bitten off by a snake? Rich people. Do they all have this odd behavior that everyone is after in the morning." He muttered under his breath.Not even bothered that someone was already boiling over with rage."Do you realize who I am? And what can I do for you?" He thundered."Do I care what you can do to me?" He replied.He tried to step forward toward Xander but he stomped his legs on the floor using only a little amount of his strength tending the Mayor flying back."Dad!" Jane and Stacy quickly stepped Forward thinking that their dad was hurt but it turned out that he wasn't.He looked upwards with a deadly glare on his face wishing that he could tear Xander apart already.But he stopped. Knowing that they would only be meeting a dead end, considering how powerful he was."I am goin
Stacy drew closer towards him while he stepped backward until he got to a tree behind him.His heart raced. He could already feel her warm breath hitting him and this made him extremely frightened."What are you doing Stacy?" He inquired with a really strange look. One that spoke of fright on his face.She smiled and pulled away, ending the teasing In an instant, and started to forge ahead slowly."I was just joking silly." She muttered under her breath as she continued to walk."But it would have been lovely to have a taste of your lips. But not now. I am going to get it later." She thought once against swallowing the rest of the words in her stomach."A really expensive one." His face twitched with a frown as they continued to walk but he was wondering why she had such a weird smile on her face.He wondered why he still had it in his face but there wasn't much to it at the moment so he removed his mind from it."So where were you heading to before you bumped into us?" She inquired
Xander could not help but frown this time. He never thought that such a person would have such an excessive air of arrogance around him."Are you even human to ask for something that has already been packed for a night?" Stacy could not stand the young man that was standing before her...Even though he looked like someone who was extremely rich, that didn't give him the right to speak to them in such a manner.For the first time since he stepped there, he turned around towards their direction but his eyes were more fixed on Stacy.He was completely taken over by the beauty that was standing before him, lost in the realms of his fantasy.He licked the top of his lips, a strange sensation walking forward through his spine and he didn't even realize it when he started walking forward towards her.Stacy stepped backward slowly. She was suddenly overtaken by the fright that went up through her spine.Seeing what was happening before him, Xander quickly stepped forward, blocking the path be
Even was struck with fear immediately he spat out the words from his mouth, even Stacy was stunned by these words.Xander could sense the tension that was rising there and it seemed like he was the only one that was free from him. The pacing of his heart increased.Could it be that he was that powerful? More matter how hard he tried, he didn't see anything peculiar about what he just said.No matter how high anyone was, they still had to follow the normal rules that had already been set in place, Instead of trying to use their powers to get what they wanted.Soon, the crowds were free from the shocks that had been welling up through their spine and the place soon went up in a rampage."He is the son of General Jace. But how is it even possible?" Another one of them said."That's the question that's still going on in my mind. What would the General do in such a place when there are a thousand and one people that could get him anything that he Wanted?" Another one of them said."I don'
Everyone in the place was stunned by this act of his as they could not believe that someone could do such a thing.Hearts raced. Even the young boy already had cold shivers running down his spine."What do you think that you are doing?" He inquired once again as Xander got him off from the spot."Don't say anything." He replied.The crowd was still in awe as they stared at the events that were happening right before them."What's wrong with the fool? Thinking that he can easily go against someone like Charles?Does he have a death wish?" Another one of them said"That's the only explanation for it. I am not sure that he loves his life either way." He added once again to these words.Charles was still finding it difficult to believe that even after finding out who he was, he was still going to behave in such a manner.He was already blowing hot red with anger as he walked up towards Xander in an attempt to slap him on his face.But before he could get to do this, Xander held his hands
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