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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 76, exchanged
L Chapter Seventy Six; exchanges As Chris and Shelly waited for the attendant to bring the herb, Chris decided to lighten the mood with a bit of humor.“Are you saying we’d wait for him here so he could go to Mount Everest and bring the herb to us? How long would it take?"Shelly smiled at Chris's goofiness, appreciating the attempt to break the tension. She knew he was joking but decided to indulge him with an explanation. “It is true that these herbs only grow on Mount Everest. However, what makes them thrive there is the good weather condition and lack of restrictions. If one can create an environment that replicates Everest's conditions, then the herb is bound to grow there."Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you saying that there is a place like Mount Everest very close by where he could get it?""That information, Mr. Brown, I will not divulge," she said, a playful yet firm smile on her face.“Please, call me Chris,” he said, feeling awkward being called Mr. Brown, es
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 77; Memories of home
Chapter Seventy Seven; Memories of Home After saving the First Daughter, Chris left the party almost immediately. Now he was back, He needed to retrieve the potion for Shelly and collect his car from the Brown estate. The turn out of events became more dramatic especially when he found out that the first daughter of America was a cultivator. As for the others at the wedding, they stayed for a little while longer, but soon guests began to filter out. The celebration gradually wound down until it was only the groom’s family and close friends who remained. They decided to continue the festivities in a new building on the Brown estate, which was now the home of the newlyweds. The laughter, music, and clinking of glasses drifted into the night, filling the air with a sense of joy and warmth.Chris arrived back at the Brown estate, his car was parked close to the entrance, when he was about to get it, he noticed the lights glowing from the new apartment by the waters. The sounds of
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 78, A deal with the first daughter
Chapter Seventy Eight; A deal with the first daughter Chris had been standing by his car for what felt like an eternity, lost in the flood of memories. The laughter and music from the new apartment, where Jonathan and his new bride were celebrating, barely registered in his mind. He was back in the past, reliving the events that had changed his life forever. The day his parents died was etched into his memory with painful clarity. The pride in his father's eyes, the warmth in his mother's voice, the sudden, wrenching loss—they all came rushing back.Suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone's alarm jolted him back to the present. Chris glanced at the screen: 1:30 PM. Shelly had given him precisely one hour and thirty minutes to retrieve the potion from his car and bring it back to her. If he didn't make it back in time, she had threatened to publish a damaging story about him and his family, accusing them of poisoning her and blaming it on evil spirits. The thought was absurd, it
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 79. Saving the family
Chapter Seventy Nine, saving the family Miller’s heart pounded as he tried to reason with the loan sharks over the phone. He could hear the menace in their voices, the underlying threat that made his blood run cold. “Listen, I just need a little more time,” he pleaded. “I’ll get you the money, I promise.”“You’ve had enough time,” one of the loan sharks growled. “We want our money, and if we don’t get it by tomorrow morning, we’ll storm into Brown’s Conglomerate and cause a scene. We’ll tell the world that a Brown owes us.”Miller’s stomach churned. The thought of the family’s name being dragged through the mud terrified him. He knew he had to act fast, but what could he do? As he watched Chris driving out of the estate, an idea struck him. He remembered the events of the evening—the First Daughter, the goddess statue. If he could get his hands on that statue and sell it, he might just have enough to pay off the debt and have some leftover. No one would suspect him, and he co
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 80. Miller the gambler
Chapter Eighty; Miller the gambler Miller drove through the dark streets, gripping the steering wheel tightly. The golden statue lay in the trunk, a heavy reminder of the risk he was taking. He knew he had to sell it quickly and pay off the loan sharks before they made good on their threats.He arrived at the meeting spot, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of town. The area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of distant traffic breaking the silence. Miller parked his car and took a deep breath. He grabbed the bag with the statue and stepped out, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.A man with a scar across his cheek stood by the entrance, smoking a cigarette. He looked up as Miller approached and flicked the cigarette away.“You got the statue?” the man asked, his voice rough.Miller nodded and opened the bag, revealing the golden statue. The man’s eyes widened slightly as he inspected it.“Nice piece,” he said. “Follow me.”They walked into the warehou
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 81. Marrying A Brown
Chapter Eighty One; Marrying a Brown Miller stumbled out of the casino, his mind clouded with despair and regret. He couldn’t believe he had lost all the money he made from selling the golden statue. He felt like a complete failure. With no idea where to go next, he walked into the nearest bar and ordered drink after drink, trying to drown his sorrows. By the time he staggered back to the Brown estate, it was late, and the once-lively house had quieted down. His wife, Joyce, had been looking for him, her suspicions growing as she noticed his absence during most of the family get-together after the wedding reception. When she saw him enter the house, reeking of alcohol and looking utterly defeated, her concern turned to anger. “Miller, where have you been?” she demanded, her voice sharp with worry and irritation. “You missed the entire family gathering after the wedding, What’s going on?” Miller slumped into a chair, tears streaming down his face. “I… I lost all
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 82, An Old Class Mate
Chapter Eighty-Two; A Old Class Mate Chris felt the day was far spent, so there was no need for him to go to work. Instead, he decided to go home directly. Meanwhile, back at the house, Eleanor had some guests: Maria, her friend from high school, had come to visit. Maria brought her daughter, who was about Stephany’s age, and her fiancé. Eleanor had heard that Maria had been visiting all their other classmates, showing off her future son-in-law, and today was Eleanor’s turn to hear Maria’s never-ending praise.Maria’s voice filled the living room as she showcased her son-in-law’s achievements. “Oh, Eleanor, you wouldn’t believe how wonderful it is to have such a capable young man in the family,” Maria said, beaming. “He’s the son of a senator, you know. Studied abroad and even bought a house for me and my family. Isn’t that just marvelous?”Maria held up a set of shiny keys, making sure everyone in the room could see them. Eleanor forced a smile, trying to remain polite, but sh
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 83, The Devil Appears
Chapter Eighty Three; The Devil Apears "Talk about the devil and he appears," Eleanor muttered under her breath as a sleek BMW S series drove right into her gates. Because the door of the living room was open, everyone could see the car from inside the living room. Maria and her family were wondering who had arrived in such a flashy car. Eleanor however, was angry, cursing in her mind. She thought Chris being here would just make them look down on her and her family even more, after all, thats’s what he’s good at. But seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, she couldn’t say anything out loud.Mark, Maria’s future son-in-law, had earlier planned with Maria to flaunt their status and belittle everyone else. He was good at showmanship, so he couldn’t resist commenting, with a sinister smile. “Wow, Steph, you’re trying to keep up with standards so much that you broke the bank to get your husband this fancy car."Stephany blushed, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. “He didn’t
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Chapter 325: A New Threat? Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel. As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before. He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered. Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information. The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found d
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325: A New Threat?
Chapter 325: A New Threat?Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel.As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before.He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered.Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information.The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found documents d
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324; Shadow in motion
Chapter 324: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face. The files he had extracted from the Syndicate's mountain facility were spread across his desk. They were a treasure trove of information, bank transactions, coded messages, and the names of individuals in powerful positions. Despite the victory, Chris couldn’t shake the feeling that the Syndicate’s downfall had been too easy. Organizations like that didn’t crumble overnight. They regrouped, evolved, and returned stronger. He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. It was time to decide the next move. The next morning, as Chris went about his usual routine, he received a message on an encrypted line he rarely used. It was from an unknown number: “You’ve made an enemy, but also an ally. Meet me at the old chapel on Birchwood Road. Midnight."Chris stared at the message, weighing his options. The old chapel had long been abandoned, a perfect location for an
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323; Unraveling the syndicate
Chapter 323: Unraveling the Syndicate The basement was quiet except for the faint hum of energy as Chris meditated. His focus was razor-sharp, the shadows around him responding to his command. The Syndicate had issued their challenge, and he was ready to strike back. Chris’s plan was simple yet dangerous. He would attend their so-called meeting, but not as a pawn in their game. He was going to dismantle the Syndicate from within, leaving them no chance to recover. Two days later, Chris arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building loomed like a monument to decay, its rusted metal doors creaking as Chris pushed them open. Inside, the air was thick with tension. A dozen figures sat around a long table, their faces hidden behind ornate masks representing animals—a lion, a snake, a crow, and others. At the head of the table sat the Syndicate leader, his mask a gleaming black dragon. Chris stood before them, his posture relaxed but his senses on
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322: The web of shadows
Chapter 322: The Web of Shadows Chris returned home late that night, the city lights fading behind him as he parked his car down the street from the Preston residence. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, reviewing Hector's confession.The meeting at the mansion was a significant lead, but it was also a potential trap. Walking into the house, Chris made sure to slip inside quietly. Stephany and her family were likely asleep, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see the grim determination on his face. Tonight wasn’t the time for explanations or slip-ups. Instead of heading to bed, he went straight to the small storage space in the basement, locking the door behind him. Inside, Chris knelt in the center of the room. With a flick of his wrist, a small, glowing orb of energy appeared in his palm, illuminating the space. This was his sanctuary, a place where he could channel his cultivation abilities without raising suspicion. The energy pulsed in his hands, and
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322; Into the Lion’s den
Chapter 321: Into the Lion’s Den The address on the note led Chris to an old, abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district. The surrounding area was quiet, with most of the buildings boarded up or crumbling. The air smelled of rust and stale oil, a reminder of the district’s forgotten days of prosperity. Chris parked a few blocks away and approached on foot, keeping to the shadows. The closer he got, the more aware he became of the subtle signs of life. A flicker of movement in the upper windows. The faint crunch of gravel under boots. Hector wasn’t careless—he had guards watching every angle. Chris smirked faintly. “They’ll need more than that.”He stopped near a stack of old shipping containers and took a moment to assess the scene. Two men patrolled the front entrance, both armed with pistols. A third leaned against the side wall, smoking a cigarette and occasionally glancing at his watch. Chris’s fingers twitched, the energy within him stirring eagerly. T
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321; lines inthe sand
Chapter 320: Lines in the Sand The note clutched in Chris’s hand crumpled slightly as he stood on the porch, the cool night air biting against his skin. He stared at the words again—simple but direct. “You should have stayed in your small office job. The Syndicate always collects its debts.”Chris let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. Whoever had left the note wanted him rattled, but all it did was strengthen his resolve. He glanced at the dagger pinning it to the door—a cheap intimidation tactic. They were watching. They wanted him to know they were close. Without a word, Chris pulled the dagger free and slid it into his pocket. He folded the note, tucked it inside his jacket, and walked into the house, careful to keep his expression calm. Chris dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water. His muscles were still humming from the trial earlier, a subtle reminder of the power now flowing within him. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore; it was
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Chapter 320; Echoes of the Syndicate
Chapter 319: Echoes of the Syndicate The stillness of Chris’s home was a sharp contrast to the chaos he had left behind at the warehouse. As he moved through the quiet halls, his senses remained heightened. The elixir’s effects still surged in his veins, sharpening his focus and amplifying his already formidable strength. He stopped briefly in his study, a small room filled with books, maps, and tools he used to piece together the web of the Syndicate’s influence. Tonight’s events had created a ripple, but he knew ripples had a way of turning into waves. Chris leaned against the desk, staring at the map pinned to the wall. Strings of red connected key locations in the city—places he knew were tied to the Syndicate. Victor Kane’s intel and tonight’s ambush had only solidified the reality: the Syndicate wasn’t just a threat to him but to the entire balance of power in the region. The faint vibration of his burner phone broke his concentration. He flipped it open to see a code
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318; The Web
Chapter 318: The Syndicate’s Web Chris moved with a predator’s grace as he navigated the labyrinthine streets of the Syndicate’s known territory. The new strength coursing through him was undeniable—every movement felt sharper, every sense more attuned. The elixir’s effects had not just enhanced his cultivation but had also honed his instincts, giving him an edge in the dangerous game he was about to play. His contact, a low-ranking Syndicate informant named Victor Kane, had agreed to meet him in a dimly lit tavern on the city’s outskirts. The place reeked of smoke and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the underworld dealings that occurred there nightly. Chris entered, his demeanor casual but his senses on high alert. Victor was seated at a corner table, nursing a drink and casting nervous glances at the room. “You’re late,” Victor muttered as Chris slid into the seat across from him. Chris smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. “I’m never late, Victor. You’re just
