Slade stomped his left leg on the ground, and off he went. There was no point digging deep into the assumptions while he stood there. The first necessity was saving the girl from drowning.
As soon as his body made contact with the river after the dive, his head went gliding through the surface for a few seconds before he submerged his whole body into the water. Barely had he spent a minute in the water when he his head popped out of the water, a shawl of flood pouring from both sides of his head. Clutched to his chest was the girl who was barely breathing. With the girl in his arms, he climbed out of the water and slowly placed her body on the ground, supporting her back with his sturdy arm. The girl had swallowed a lot of water, and her lush blonde hair had turned into rolls of ropes. She was unconscious. Her face was pale, looming at the near-death omen. Her lips were blue, and she already looked like life was just a puff away, about to be blown off. "Let's take her to the hospital. She doesn't have much time." The passerby who had called for help cried. That was the only thing the passerby could think of. Slade, on the other hand, didn't really pay attention to the passerby. He slowly prodded the body of the girl to the front. Gently, Slade started to pat the back of the girl. He didn't need to add too much pressure, or else he would hurt her. The moment he started patting, he could feel some Qi energy traveling across his veins and towards his palm. His eyes were shut as he needed to concentrate in order to be able to channel the energy to the palm. Just a little outflow of energy will be enough to heal a girl who fell into water. By the time he had given her at least least three pats, the girl suddenly came alive and puked some water. She was breathing heavily and was also confused as she tried to understand what was happening to her. The confusion was not only caused by the fact that she had just been revived from drowning. When someone meets themselves at a point of near-death experience, the brain is thrown into a frenzy. The energy that Slade had passed into her body met the brain in shock and suddenly made the brain static and unresponsive. Although her body had moved, the brain's signal was not normal yet. Hence, the confused state. But in a few seconds, everything went back to normal in her mind, and she became aware of her surroundings again. Suddenly, the girl burst into tears. She seemed to be aware of her situation. "You don't have to cry. You are now safe." Slade assured her, trying to soothe her. She had just had a near-death experience. The girl jumped up on her feet and started to run towards the river again. Slade was confused at first, but he quickly caught up on the fact. He quickly ran to her and seized her arm, stopping her from hurling herself at the river again. Hold on, was she trying to jump into the river again? Slade couldn't help but wonder. "Let me go! I want to die!!!" The little girl was screaming as she fought Slade. In fact, in order to make Slade back down, she was biting his hand, too. After the series of die-hard trainings that Slade had gone through under the tutelage of Niel, her bite felt like tracing a straw across his hand. Her bites only tickled Slade's hand. He was much more worried about why she was struggling to throw herself into the river. Although she was about 18 years of age and was considerably fiesty, her strength was chaff compared to Slade's. "Die? What are you doing?" Slade was trying to persuade her. "Don't jump. You're safe now. Nothing will harm you." He tried to make her see reason. No matter how much he tried to talk her out of it, she was fighting really hard! She just wanted to commit suicide! When Slade realised that she would not be talked out of this gently, he slowly placed two of his fingers on her neck and stroked her nape. When he did that, a current went from his fingers into her neck, and suddenly, the girl felt drowsy. In the blink of an eye, she fell into a deep sleep. "Candyce! Candyce!!" A voice was heard calling. Slade looked and saw an old man running towards the scene. The man looked old, but his skin was rich. His dressing was simple but held some distinct aura. When the old man got there, he dropped the polythene bag in his hand to the floor. The content rolled away. He ran to the girl and hugged her, holding her warmly. "Why did you do it, Candyce? I thought you agreed to forget about him? Was that not the reason why we are here today?" The old man complained to the sleeping girl. When the man finally soothed himself and noticed Slade and Mamita, alongside the passerby, he got up on his feet. "Thank you so much for saving my daughter." He bowed humbly to Slade. Slade shook his head, not willing to take the respect. It was an elderly man. It was not ethical for an elderly man to bow to him. "As humans, we shouldn't just stand by when someone needs help. I'm just doing the basics." Slade replied humbly. Suddenly, he recalled what the man had just said. "What were you talking about earlier? I don't mean to pry, but it looks serious." Slade knew boundaries. Even though he had just helped the girl, it doesn't mean that he was entitled to know every detail. "No, I'm willing to share." The old man corrected. "Candyce is my only daughter. There was this guy she was dating. She loved him so much, but he recently broke up with her. She couldn't handle the breakup well since he was her first and only love. Ever since the break up, she has been suicidal." The man sighed. "I decided to take her out today for fresh air. While she was little, she loved playing by the river, and I would take her with me to fishing. I thought it would be a great idea to bring her here. For some bonding, to help distract her from the gloomy thoughts. Who could have thought that she would -" The man couldn't bring himself to completing the sentence. "She said she was thirsty, and I had just gone to a convenience store to buy some soda. As soon as I heard a scream from this direction, I came running down." He sniffled. "Thank you so much for saving my only girl." "You're welcome, sir. She will be asleep for a while. Don't wake her up. It'll help her mental state of mind, too." After Slade said this, he bowed to the man. Slade walked away from the man and went to Mamita. "Sorry for keeping you here, Mamita." Slade apologized. "Don't be silly. You just did something great." She scolded, a warm smile filling her face. Seeing her smile warmed Slade up. He held her and started to lead her away. As Slade walked away, the old man watched him, observing him very intently. "Excuse me, please." He called at Slade. Slade had no choice but to stop. "Can you please tell me your name and who you are?" He asked. Slade only smiled at the man. "My name is Slade. And for who I am? I'm just a man trying to make his Mamita happy." Slade smiled again, then turned to leave. "Hold on." The old man called again. The old man brought out a book from his coat and a pen. He scribbled on the book for a while, then ripped off a part of the book. "Here's a cheque of 500,000 dollars. Please accept my gift of gratitude, Mr Slade.""What do you mean by this?" Slade's face held a very strong note of seriousness. His facial expression was so stiff that the man was beginning to question his own decision. The man cleared his throat and withdrew his hand for a second. He held a bolder stance and took a step closer to Slade and Mamita. "I don't want you to be offended by this. But in all truthfulness, I won't be happy if you don't take this token of gratitude from me. You have done a very great thing by saving my daughter. Please allow me to show my gratitude with this little token." The man was very intentional about his decision. Slade didn't say a word yet about it. He inspected the clothes of the man for the first time. He realised that the design of the overall winter coat looked very simple, but the intricate carving in the hems and collars was quite unique. Like a limited-edition casual wear. Also, judging by the manner at which the man was talking and the way he would carry himself, it was now obvious to S
There was an unusual silence between Slade and Mamita as they walked away from the scene. "Why didn't you accept the money?" Mamita finally asked. She had wanted to ask the question earlier, but she didn't want to do it in the presence of a stranger. She had respected his decision in public, but she wanted to understand why he had chosen not to take the money. It was a handsome amount that anyone would have taken at the first thought. Slade took a gaze at her. He understood her concerns. If she had not asked the question, he would have thought that something was wrong. A part of him already knew that the question was unavoidable. "While I was in prison, I learned a lot. Someone told me that helping someone shouldn't be centered on the premise of rewards. That if getting rewarded was why a help was rendered, then it was not necessary in the first place." Slade explained. "Money might end up being a harbinger of disaster. That was why." Slade came to a stop. He watched as Mamita n
The tone of the voice was hoarse. Just hearing the voice alone, Slade could deduce that the owner of the voice was not trying to have a conversation with him. The tone was as judgemental as it could get.Slade slowly turned around to see a tough looking man dressed in a neat pair of suits. In his left hand was a baton, and strapped to his waist was a walkie-talkie.The man looked at Slade from head to toe. Slade was still dressed in the clothes he wore out of prison. He looked rather too simple and very closely tattered."I'm sure you missed your way. Let me help you find it." The security man said to Slade, walking towards him to grab him.Slade quickly held out one of his hands to stop the man. The man stopped with no clue. It was a sudden decision that was relatively harmless. He just wanted Slade to leave. With the way Slade was dressed, it was obvious that he was not fit for this occasion. The only interest the security man had in Slade was to throw him out."I'm where I should b
Three years ago, Mrs Paxton used to treat him like her own son.She would go to the extreme of preparing some traditional decoction for him if he had the slightest fever or cold.Is this her true nature? How could she be so cruel to him? Does this mean that she is also in support of the wedding?"Come to your senses, Pauper! Do you really think that my only daughter will marry an ex-convict?! Wake up, or do you want Matthew to slap you back into reality?! Do you want to ruin the life of my beautiful daughter? "Mrs. Paxton had lost all the remaining cool she was keeping."Linda! Linda!" A masculine voice was heard.Everyone looked to see a middle-aged man dressed in a pair of Thompson suits and shiny shoes. He looked very well tailored and classy. Mr Paxton."I've been looking for you. Where did you go? The groom is being presented. The bride, our lovely daughter, will be presented soon. You should be in the church." Mr Paxton said before he looked.When he saw Slade, he recognized Sl
Although time passed by quickly after he left the girl and the old man by the river, he didn't think he would see her so soon.The lady now looked a lot better, happier. Slade could sigh in relief. But when he realised where she was, he couldn't help but wonder again. Does she perhaps live here? Because she didn't look (dress) like someone who was here for the wedding."Good day, miss." Matthew's face turned warm when he saw the beautiful lady. There was a fat smile on his face.When the lady looked up and saw Slade, she was surprised. She recognized him instantly."This fool here has come to cause trouble," Matthew explained to the lady. "You're just in time; this thief might have stolen or copied your father's ring. We're about to take him to the police station."Father! The Paxtons were stunned as they looked at the girl in front of them.She's the only daughter of Jendall Kurtis. The heiress of the Kurtis mighty family!Although Candyce was the only daughter of her father, she was
Slade felt a blow to his chest at this instant. When he walked in on Mariana and she had turned to look at him, he had thought that she would feel remorseful at least, but looking at the way the things were going... Was she calling security on him? Really? Was she not even taken aback to see him? Couldn't she at least pretend that she cared that he just got out of prison?He realised that if he let her continue to scream on top of her voice, something else might happen, and he might not end up sorting out his bothers and worries.He shut his eyes for a moment and took charge of the atmosphere in the room. Concentrating helped him control everything that was around him. With the manipulation of the energy frequencies, he was easily able to break into the mind of Mariana.Doing this, he could suppress the mind of Mariana and make her lose her thinking ability for a moment.What he was doing right now was similar to what he did to Candyce when she had fallen into the river. With the aura
Suddenly, Mariana felt something dripping from her nostril. She didn't notice at first because she was enjoying tormenting Slade.When she realised, her eyes widened. There was blood pouring from both of her nostrils.She shuddered, cupping her palms to her nose to stop the blood from ruining her gown.There was a tornado of headache in her head. Her head hurt so bad that she almost thought that her skull would crack open."What's happening to me? My head hurts!" Mariana exclaimed.Slade was filled with extreme anger and sadness. It seemed like the more she opened her mouth to speak, the more malevolent and eviller she sounded.Was this the same girl he had dated almost all his life and almost gave his life away for?Was this really the same Mariana he loved so much?Was this the same Mariana who promised never to leave his side?Slade couldn't wrap his head around this. This was just too preposterous and unbelievable to be true! So it happened that she was no any different from her p
Slade didn't bother to want to leave. If he wanted to, he could shove Vixton out of the way and watch him break all his limbs. He could do all this without even breaking a sweat. But right now, he had something else in mind.People like Mariana and Vixton should be made to beg to keep their lives!"I'm in my right senses! It's really you! It's the murderer." Vixton smirked as he continuously accused Slade. "What the hell are you doing here today?"Vixton shook his head for a second."No, that's not the right question. How did you get out of prison? When were you released? Are you alive?" Vixton cackled as though he wished Slade dead. "What gave you the guts to show up on my wedding day?" Vixton's voice was gaining bass, and it seemed like he was beginning to lose his cool"Look around you!" Vixton ordered Slade. As he said this, he also looked around. "Where do you think you are? This is the West Jade Ave! Do you even have any clue what this means? This means that you're in the costli