“OK, let’s go and destroy this evil Gluttony Hell!” said Edward. Just as Edward, Regina, Pugno and his men from Blood Sword Sect walked only for a few minutes, they were stopped by a bunch of strong men in black, who marched like columns of mechanical men, their eyes straight ahead, their legs and arms swinging almost in unison, like those marionettes under the control of a single pair of invisible hands. It looked like they were trained rigorously. “Who are you?” shouted Edward. “Who are we?” sneered one of the men with a crew cut in the lead of the people, who was stocky---not heavy but well-muscled, with strong arms and thighs. His eyes, short and narrow like small cracks in a huge wall, glinted with slyness. He made no effort to be gentle, elbowing his men as he forced his way to Edward. The stocky man suddenly untied his coat and showed the T-shirt inside it which read ‘I’m an evil guy’. Pointing at his T-shirt, he added with another sneer, “Look at this! You are unlucky to
As night descended, the winds began to stir, fueling the twin-headed fire dragon flames, making them burn even more intensely. They blazed brilliantly, as if they intended to incinerate the darkness in an instant. But the most crucial aim was to annihilate their enigmatic adversary, the one they believed had met his match in these mystical, fiery behemoths. Regina and Pugno were convinced that the dual-headed dragon, born from the transformation of their twin swords, held the power to vanquish their foe. However, Edward knew that their opponent's combat capabilities far surpassed their own. Their audacious move seemed like a proverbial case of bringing a knife to a gunfight. So,Edward understood the necessity of intervening when needed. The muscular figure, bare-chested and built like a tank, proved to be far from a pushover. He moved with lightning-like speed, nimbly weaving through the fire and seemingly unaffected by the intense flames, which reached temperatures soaring into the
Since Edward had previously taken the pill of Roaring Thunder, which could help him cultivate in the lightning. Seeing that his blue lightning would soon hit Edward, Promete smiled. It was true that most people would be dead if they were attacked by powerful lighting. However, he did not know that Edward was immune to lightning attack now. On the contrary, Edward could even absorb the last bit of power from any lightning. Instantly, the lightning wound itself around the body of Edward. “Ha-ha, go to hell,” shouted Promete, who thought he was an unparalleled genius. “You’re getting too above yourself!” Edward smiled, who started to play with the lightning as if he was a magician. Edward toyed with the crackling lightning ensnaring him, as though it were a cherished bauble in his grasp. Promete, wide-eyed and dumbfounded, couldn't fathom how his electrifying assault had utterly failed against Edward. "How on earth are you able to do that?" Promete's jaw threatened to kiss the grou
It was at the Fanta hospital in Orinda, California.“Good. I’ll arrange the surgery for your mother next Wednesday,” said the doctor, kindly nodding to a handsome boy.Edward’s heart leaped with joy. He had been waiting for this moment for ages.“Finally,” shouted the young boy, feeling like a prisoner who had just been granted parole. The weight bearing down on him for so long fell off him eventually.At the time, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him.He dashed out of the doctor’s office like a flying arrow. Crouching alone in the corner of the hallway, he wept like a baby.As passers-by went past him, he did not even look up, not giving a damn to those odd looks on their faces.Two months before, he had been in the same office.“Your adoptive mother has been diagnosed with liver cirrhosis, Edward Addison. She needs a liver transplant. You’ll have to pay 100, 000 bucks for surgery or she can only live for three months.”The same doctor’s indifferent words had crushed him, sending him sp
Now, Edward found another reason to work harder than before.He vowed to pull out all the stops and go the extra mile. He told himself that he needed to make more moolah, not just for his mother's sake, but also for his lady love Rebecca.He yearned to present her with a token of his affection, maybe a dazzling diamond ring, a lavish designer bag, or something along those lines. It was his way of professing his undying love for her.Before long, fate smiled upon Edward.With the help of the mysterious middle-aged widow, he had a shot at securing a big contract - but only if he could knock it out of the park in his presentation."Work hard, Edward, and you'll be promoted. Besides, If you seal the deal, we might just make you a partner with a 1% stake in the company.”The boss’s words echoed in his mind like a prophecy.It was the golden ticket he'd been waiting for and a chance that he had to jump at. If he could become the partner of the company, he knew he would soon pay back the mon
His boss gave him a hard kick, freeing himself from Edward’s grip on his leg. Edward, sprawling out on the frigid ground painfully, watched his boss strut away desperately. Suddenly, he felt as if he were plummeting into a deep abyss, consumed by utter darkness with no way out. He longed for his boss to return since he was the only beacon of light to lift him out of this inferno, but he didn’t show up. Suddenly, a glimmer caught his eyes. It was that cursed video of the naked boy gyrating before a pack of old, ugly women. “Damn it! It was not me,” whispered Edward, his mind going blank. At the time, he didn’t know what to do. All he wanted now was to seek solace from his girlfriend. Without any delay, he whipped out his trusty phone and decided to call his girlfriend. But to his horror, he discovered the video had already gone viral on the internet. “How could this be happening?” Edward murmured in a tremulous tone, “I've got to make things right with Rebecca, no matter what.”
Moments later, Edward found himself thrown into a dank, dingy cell that reeked of desperation."Am I really behind bars?" he muttered to himself. "No way, I've got to find a way out of this mess."Turning to the little mustached policeman, Edward pleaded, forcing a faint smile on his face, "May I know your name, sir? Please let me go. I didn't do anything wrong.”“Call me Bill,” sneered the policeman, “you don’t know the rule, do you?”“No, what’s the rule?” asked Edward, his brow furrowed in confusion.“You know I’m Bill,” said the policeman, a sly grin spreading across his face, “I’ve got a lot of bills to pay. I hope you can do me a favor with my bills.”Edward's heart sank as he realized he was dealing with a crooked cop who was trying to shake him down for money.“Well, dear Bill,” Edward replied, forcing a faint smile on his face, “I'd be happy to help you out. But could you let me in on how much of a dent this will make in my wallet?”“Sharp thinking,” said Bill, flashing a yel
‘If I keep up this good work, I'll be rolling in it before long,’ Edward thought happily.As he was lost in his reverie, the two corrupt cops returned to check him, their jaws dropping at the immaculate floor.“Well, well, well, looks like you’ve done me a solid here,” the mustached cop remarked,“But that doesn’t mean you're off the hook for my bills. What do you say? Ready to fork over that five grand?” “Can I get a discount for cleaning up this place for you?” Edward attempted to negotiate, but immediately realized that he made a big mistake—he should have never bargained with others. As a promising trader, haggling was a bad habit.“Not a chance, kiddo,” the sneering cop retorted, “You know the drill - pay up, and you can waltz out of here scot-free.”“I was only kidding,” Edward stammered, pretending to be confident, “Five grand, huh? No problem! Can I just swipe my card here?” “Absolutely,” the mustached cop replied, smoothly pulling out the card reader. It was evident that