"Because you used your wealth to harm others! Yet, an ordinary person like me is left to bear the consequences of your actions! I wouldn't have hated you if I was the one getting kidnapped—but they took my son! He's still a boy and has just learned to speak! I don't understand what my boy did to deserve this. Is it merely because I know you—no, you and I are merely strangers whose lives don't intersect. Yet, it's because of you that my son has to suffer!" the security guard cried with all his might, trying to vent his sorrows.Darius pursed his lips at that truth. He couldn't deny that the security guard's life had gotten negatively impacted because of him. Thus, he stood again and bowed deeply under the security guard's nervous stares. "I'm not the kidnapper of your son, but you're right; my presence has caused him harm."While saying that, he heaved a heavy sigh and took out a card from his wallet, extending it toward the security guard. He maintained a neutral tone while explaining
The security guard trembled so much that his voice sounded shaky. "Aren't you trying to kill me because my presence has caused your employer's shameful state to spread online? This situation has likely damaged his reputation, which could lead to a reduced income for the Reid family and a sharp drop in their share prices. God knows what other negative impacts there'll be."Bridget's lips twitched as she raised a brow at Darius, who reacted the same way at her. They were both taken aback by the security guard's unfounded panic."Continue what you were doing, Bridget." Darius spoke up, then turned to look at the security guard. "Based on the loud thump when you knelt, I can confidently say you've hurt your knees. I suggest you leave this room at once if you're that frightened."Surprisingly, the security guard didn't move a muscle. That elicited a sigh from Darius, who crossed his arms and said, "I agree with those negative implications you mentioned. However, I need to remind you this—
"And that's the last thing I want to happen," said Borisin.Bridget didn't understand what was going on, so she glanced over at Darius, who waved her off. "Everything's fine," Darius stated, "You can leave now. Take your knife with you, and don't worry about the camera. Leave it here."A smile spread across Borisin's face as he nodded.Despite that, Bridget held her ground, hesitating for a few seconds. She was worried about Darius' safety but trusted her senses as an enlightened martial artist enough to know none of the police officers harbored ill will. Thus, she cautiously placed the camera on the table. Before she left the ward, she curled her lips, pointed at the camera, and sneered, "Just a reminder, but the camera is still live. No one has dealt with the broadcast yet, which is strange since I informed Miss Erin about it. Based on Miss Erin's manner of dealing with things, the live broadcast should've gotten shut off long ago."Borisin casually placed one hand above his head
Darius' smile vanished as he pointed ahead at the camera.Borisin nodded but said nothing. He merely turned to look at the other officers, who immediately understood and glanced at the camera. The police unit then brought it out of the room to destroy it for good. What happened next was unknown to Darius. All he did was sigh deeply at Borisin, stating, "It's been a long time since we met, yet you look extremely tired."Smiling and shaking his head, Borisin said, "Things like a lack of rest are unimportant to me. I'm more worried about you; you passed out for half a month because of some unknown toxin. During your absence, the Reid family's dynamics have changed again. Everyone now views you differently, too. I believe you should host another family meeting to confront them.""Yes, I heard plenty about the Reid family's state these days." Darius raised both brows. "Also, I've already encountered most of the Reid family members. I know they bear plenty of malice toward me and have alre
Alas, Darius couldn't do so because it was risky. Not to mention, he needed Teivel's help should he face any more dangers in the future. Chest sinking with helplessness, Darius moved his hands around, making several smooth, flowing motions with his figures like the book's sketches. Although he didn't understand what they meant, he could tell the actions ignited a bridge between him and the impossible. It was an excellent form of cultivation that allowed him to improve himself. Much to his delight and shock, he could actually feel his powers growing as he followed Teivel's instructions. Likewise, his body felt stronger while his life force multiplied and reached higher temperatures than ever. Despite how warm the energies got in his body, he didn't feel uncomfortable. That continued until the last bit of hot life force disappeared from his body. At that point, Darius opened his eyes and felt his physical, mental, and martial abilities had reached a new peak. He hopped off the bed wit
"—I know you two are strong people! My son's still young, and I swear he's innocent in the matter! I'm the one at fault! I did it of my own volition, so I'll face whatever legal punishments come my way!" Borisin sneered while pulling the former with more force. His lips curved slightly, but he wasn't smiling. Instead, his smile dripped with utter hostility as he corrected, "What you've said is ridiculous; saving your son is in the police's job description, so we'll naturally do all we can to rescue him. Also, us saving him doesn't depend on whether you get punished by the law or your willingness to accept said punishment."He didn't bother speaking anymore after that. The security guard would try to break free occasionally. However, after several attempts, the other officer barked, "Enough! You've crossed the line. If not for our captain's tolerance toward you, I would've stuffed your mouth long ago to keep you quiet! Our captain doesn't care about you now, so if you continue to whi
"You may find another professor to be your academic advisor, but I assure you I won't be that person!"Darius heaved a deep sigh, squatting on the roadside as he felt the onset of a grueling headache. He knew there was no solving the barrage of problems that would start if Owen turned him away now. That was because this email got sent two weeks ago, on the second day of his coma. Darius pursed his lips in defeat, not knowing how to explain the matter to Owen. It seemed especially difficult since he could tell Owen had a foul temper and was unwilling to listen to others' advice based on their previous conversation. "There's no changing whatever Professor Owen Kurt sets his mind to," Darius mused, feeling like his head was about to blow up. "Maybe he'll accept the truth if I presented him with a medical certificate proving I was in a coma. Then again, there's no telling if it'll reinforce his belief that I'm rich enough to get away with ditching my studies. After all, it's easy for so
"Therefore, I'm the only patient in the hospital now," Darius explained while doubting that Owen would believe his reasons. Little did he expect Owen to sigh and exclaim in awe, "So, that's how the life of a rich person is, huh?"Raising his brows, Darius suddenly was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe this informal, defeated version of his professor was the same guy who behaved arrogantly before. The difference was so drastic that Darius had no clue how to react. Yet, as he pondered a suitable reply, Owen spoke up again."I understand everything now. What you need to do is focus on your recovery. I expect to see you when classes start next week. Otherwise, should you continue to remain MIA, I swear I'll take action." Owen hung up after saying this to Darius.Darius stared at the phone in his hands, his eyes blinking in pure shock before curving into a relieved smile. Although Owen spoke sternly and angrily, Darius could tell there was a hint of concern in Owen's voice. While h