..‘What is she up to?’ Landon wondered, narrowing his eyes as he considered her offer.Earlier that morning, he had overheard Clarissa in a conversation, saying she had a plan to "deal with" him. Though Landon hadn’t bothered to listen to the rest of the conversation, seeing her now, standing in front of him and asking him out on a date, made him curious about what she truly had in store for him.‘Allow your enemy to manipulate you so that you can uncover their intentions. Once you know their plans, you can punish them accordingly,’ Landon chuckled inwardly, recalling these words of wisdom as they echoed in his mind.He looked directly at Clarissa and said, “Okay.”With that simple word, he accepted her offer for a date. Naturally, this stirred up a whirlwind of gossip among those nearby.“Even Miss Clarissa is asking him out now? Who the hell is this guy?”“He actually has the nerve to accept date offers from two different women on the same day!”“What a douchebag…”Those who were
..Clarissa and Landon both took their time deciding on what they wanted from the menu. Once they had made their choices, the waiter nodded politely and left to go prepare their orders. The atmosphere between them was charged with unspoken tension, a mixture of curiosity and something else neither of them could quite name. It was then that Clarissa decided to start the conversation.“So, I didn’t know you were a good fighter,” Clarissa began, her tone light and inquisitive. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on his. “Have you always been a good fighter? I mean, I remember seeing you get beaten up quite a bit back in high school, so I don’t think you were this skilled back then.”Landon chuckled softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he recalled those days. “Well, I wasn’t always a good fighter,” he admitted. “I learned most of what I know after high school. I had to toughen up, you know? Life has a way of teaching you the skills you need to survive.”Clarissa tilted
..Landon was utterly lost in a sea of overwhelming lust. The sensations coursing through him were so intense that he hardly noticed anything else. But when Clarissa finally pulled her lips away from his, Landon’s attention snapped back to reality. Her eyes were ablaze with the same burning lust that mirrored his own. There was no mistaking it—Clarissa wanted him just as much as he wanted her.Clarissa’s breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She gently took Landon’s hand and guided it to her cleavage, pressing it against her soft skin. Landon didn’t hesitate; he let her lead him, surrendering to the moment and the sensations. His pulse quickened, his thoughts racing, lost in the heat of the moment.However, just as this burning, intense moment seemed poised to escalate, a harsh, reprimanding voice suddenly shattered the atmosphere between them.“Clarissa, what the hell are you doing? Isn’t this going way too far?!” The voice belonged to Cuban, who appeared out
. . Landon found himself forcibly taken away by the masked men, leaving both Clarissa and Cuban behind. This alone confirmed to him that the unfamiliar masked men were specifically after him. They were not there to kill him, but rather to abduct him. This made Landon wonder what business he had with these masked men—or more accurately, who was behind this abduction and what their intentions were. He knew that if he wanted to, he could have easily resisted the armed men, but doing so wouldn't help him uncover the identity of whoever was in charge. It was clear that whoever sent these masked men wanted him alive, so it made more sense to go along with them for now and meet this mysterious person face-to-face. Otherwise, they might continue sending even stronger forces to deal with him. As Landon sat in the van, his face was covered with a bag. Despite the situation, he didn’t feel particularly threatened, so he decided to take this opportunity to catch a short nap until they reached t
. . When George saw that Landon remained unfazed by his threats and continued to move towards the exit of the building, his frustration boiled over. In a voice filled with authority, he barked orders to his men in military uniforms, "Put him down! Break his legs if you have to!" At once, the soldiers who had been standing at attention sprang into action upon hearing George's command. In an instant, six highly trained men, each a peak God-level martial artist and seasoned in combat, pounced on Landon like panthers on their prey. "Get lost," Landon muttered lazily, but with a casual swipe of his hand, he sent all six military men flying in different directions within the building. They crashed into the walls and pillars, the force of their impacts causing the structure to collapse in on itself, burying everyone under the rubble. The sheer destruction was a testament to the devastating power of a battle between martial artists at the God level. The once-proud building was now reduce
. . Landon vanished from sight in an instant, disappearing before everyone’s eyes. Then, cries of pain began to fill the air as soldiers fell one by one, their lives snuffed out in quick succession. Gunshots echoed through the battlefield, desperate attempts to bring down the blur moving among the ranks of military soldiers. However, the continued fall of soldiers proved that their efforts to hit Landon were failing miserably. The sounds of agony and explosions reverberated repeatedly, but only the military soldiers lost their lives in the chaos. Before George’s stunned eyes, his entire force was decimated within thirty minutes, leaving him as the last soldier standing in the entirety of the Megatron military base. "You…" George stammered, his words caught in his throat as he stared at Landon, who stood before him with hands drenched in blood. In that moment, Landon appeared more like a demon sent from the depths of hell. Landon’s cold gaze fixed on George. "It’s just you and me n
. . Martins was in his study, deeply engrossed in a book, when the door to his study burst open without warning. The abrupt intrusion startled him, and he looked up to see his daughter, Ashley, standing there, her face flushed with urgency. “Dad! Something big has happened!” Ashley exclaimed, her voice matching the intensity of her expression. “Calm down, Ashley. What’s the matter?” Martins frowned, his face creased with curiosity as he tried to guess what news could be so important that it would cause Ashley to rush into his study without even knocking. “George Anderson and the Megatron base have fallen!” Ashley announced, her words hanging heavily in the air. “What do you mean?” Martins asked, unable to fully grasp the enormity of what she was saying. “Someone infiltrated the Megatron military base and defeated all one million soldiers stationed there, including George Anderson himself. He didn’t just defeat George; he crippled him,” Ashley reported, her voice carrying the wei
. . Martins arrived at the Anderson residence, and as he approached, he couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast between George’s estate and his own. While Martins was undoubtedly wealthy and powerful, the Anderson estate was on an entirely different level—a true paradise compared to his own luxurious home. Although both men were rich and influential, George had far surpassed him in terms of power and status. As Martins reached the entrance of the grand house, he was abruptly stopped by the guards stationed at the door. “Wait here. We need to get permission from General George before you can enter,” the head guard stated firmly, showing no regard for the fact that he was speaking to someone as esteemed as Martins. Martins, however, didn’t argue. He understood that the guards were simply following strict security protocols. With the news spreading that George had been crippled, it was only natural that his security would be on high alert. George undoubtedly had many enemies who