. . “Ah!” Tricia let out a high-pitched scream of pain and outrage as she landed on the floor, clutching her bruised backside. Her face twisted in anger, and she pointed an accusatory finger at Landon. “How dare you push me?! Who do you think you are?!” Ruth immediately seized the opportunity to escalate the situation, her voice rising in anger as she pointed at Landon. “Yeah, Landon! How dare you push Tricia? Are you out of your mind? A loser like you must be begging for a beating! When the dangerous men showed up, you did absolutely nothing! You hid like the coward you are! And now that Frank has dealt with all of them, you have the audacity to push his girlfriend to the ground? Who do you think you’re dealing with?! How dare you!” Joan chimed in, her tone laced with disdain. “He’s just a rich coward trying to save face. What’s more disgusting is his excuse! Claiming he didn’t step in because he knew Frank could handle it? Just admit it, Landon—you’re nothing but a spineless wea
..When Landon heard Frank’s words, their fragile game of pretense instantly crumbled, like a delicate glass shattering into countless irreparable pieces. The air around them seemed to shift, charged with tension and unspoken truths. “Yes, yes, I am,” Landon replied, his smile tinged with both confidence and caution. “I’m guessing you are a descendant of the Maddens from the shadows.”Landon’s grin widened, though his feelings were far from simple. He was simultaneously satisfied and dissatisfied. On one hand, identifying his enemies before they identified him brought him a certain sense of accomplishment, even a twisted sense of joy. Discovering that Frank was tied to the infamous Maddens family—the very family that had long been a thorn in his side—only added to his grim satisfaction. When Frank chose to clash with him openly, Landon couldn’t help but feel a spark of triumph ignite within him.Yet, satisfaction was not the only emotion coursing through him. A shadow of unease ling
..Landon was resolute. He genuinely had no intention of killing Frank. Why would he? Eliminating Frank wouldn’t solve any of the problems at hand. If he were to kill Frank now, he would lose any chance of extracting the valuable information he might be able to sniff out of him. It was plain and simple—Frank was not the Blue Sovereign. Killing Frank wouldn’t offer him any direct advantage. There was no strategic or practical benefit to taking his life.No, the better plan—the much more calculated and effective approach—was to keep Frank alive. Not just alive but cooperative enough to spill every shred of information he might possess. The best way for Landon to enjoy the fruits of blowing Frank’s cover was to ensure his survival. Alive, Frank was a potential goldmine of secrets. Dead, he was useless.“Well, we’ll talk about this later!” Landon said with an almost disarmingly cheerful smile. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without any warning, Landon delivered a t
. . Frank crumpled to the floor like a pile of lifeless wood, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Desperately, he willed his limbs to move, to obey him, but no matter how fiercely he commanded them, his body refused to respond. It was as if some unseen force had shackled him completely. ‘I can’t move…’ he thought, panic gripping his mind like a vice. No matter how hard he tried to force his muscles to cooperate, they remained immobile. His body simply would not listen. It felt eerily similar to being paralyzed, though the sensation was far worse—his body wasn’t just unresponsive; it felt completely disconnected from his will. “Can’t you run?” Landon’s mocking voice broke through the thick fog of Frank’s terror. The man stood above him, towering like a predator savoring the helplessness of its prey. His voice dripped with amusement, his expression betraying how much he relished the scene unfolding before him. “W-what... what have you done to me?” Frank stammered, his
..When Frank lost consciousness, the entire atmosphere fell eerily quiet. The surrounding students, wary of getting caught in the backlash of Frank and Landon’s intense fight, had instinctively taken shelter behind walls, under benches, and anywhere else that provided safety. However, after a few seconds passed and no further attacks were launched, curiosity got the better of them. Slowly, one by one, they began to peek out from their hiding spots. “Who won?…” a voice tentatively asked, breaking the silence as the crowd strained their eyes to peer through the thick, swirling cloud of dust that had been kicked up during the fierce battle. “What are you talking about? My boyfriend obviously won, of course!” Tricia snapped with a confident smirk. The very notion of Landon defeating Frank was utterly inconceivable to her. The mere thought of such an outcome was absurd—laughable even. She had just witnessed Frank, her boyfriend, single-handedly decimate a group of fighters with an
. . As everyone looked toward the horizon, they noticed a series of helicopters rapidly approaching the school. Their low rumble grew louder, and within moments, the entire campus was surrounded by armed police officers. The helicopters hovered ominously overhead as squad cars screeched to a halt outside the school gates, filling the area with flashing blue and red lights. The presence of the police sent a wave of relief washing over the students and faculty, who had been paralyzed with fear moments earlier. Recognizing the officers, they began to feel safe for the first time since the chaos had erupted. “Thank goodness! The police are finally here! We’re saved!” Ruth exclaimed, her face lighting up with visible elation. Turning to Tricia, she asked eagerly, “Tricia, were you the one who called them?” Tricia shook her head, her smile widening in genuine relief. “No, I was about to, but it seems like I didn’t even need to!” She let out a small laugh, her heart lighter now that h
..Before anyone fully realized what was happening, they all found themselves loaded into police vehicles. Most of the students were handcuffed together, their wrists shackled in pairs. Confusion and fear painted their faces as they exchanged nervous glances, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding around them. Landon was not spared from this treatment. He, too, was cuffed and escorted into one of the vehicles alongside the others. However, the only exception was Frank. Everyone noticed how he was handled differently. Frank was not placed in the same type of vehicle as the other students. Instead, he was loaded into a personal police van, one typically used for serious offenders, despite his visibly injured state. To everyone’s shock, the needles embedded in Frank’s body were not even removed. Instead of an ambulance or medical personnel attending to his injuries, the officers simply restrained him and transported him like a dangerous criminal. The sight left the students uns
..Eve initially struggled to comprehend Landon’s statement when he voiced it. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she tilted her head in confusion. After a brief pause, she spoke, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Forgive me, young master, but I don’t quite understand what you mean,” Eve said carefully. “How are we supposed to investigate every student for being spies or terrorists? From what we know, none of the students have any connection to terrorism. This situation doesn’t seem related to terrorism at all. How does interrogating them under such pretenses solve anything?” Her confusion was genuine. Eve was highly competent, but Landon’s sudden leap to terrorism as a cover story left her momentarily puzzled. Hearing her question, Landon chuckled softly, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He didn’t seem offended by her skepticism; instead, he appeared amused by it. “Oh, my bad,” Landon replied casually, leaning back in his chair with a faint smirk. “Let me