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As the tension in the club thickened, whispers turned into panicked murmurs. Bradley's name carried weight—enough to make even the boldest among them shrink back. The fear in the room was palpable, and no one wanted to be the focus of his ire.One guest muttered nervously, “He wouldn’t come here without a reason. Someone’s crossed him.”Another added.“It’s not me! I don’t even know him, but I have heard things about him, and I won't even dare cross his path.”At that moment the room erupted into a flurry of accusations, each person eager to deflect attention away from themselves.Jessica seized the moment, her voice rising above the chaos. “It’s him!” she said, pointing sharply at Damien. Heads turned, and the crowd’s attention quickly shifted.Immediately Jessica’s face twisted into a mask of false conviction as she continued. “Damien must have done something to offend Bradley! It’s the only explanation.”However Damien stood still, his calm demeanor unshaken, though his sharp gaz
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Seven
After everyone had left, the room was eerily silent as Damien and Bradley stood face to face. Bradley's reputation loomed like a shadow over the moment. Stories of his ruthlessness, his cold efficiency in dealing with anyone who dared to cross him, were enough to make even the bravest tremble. Yet, Damien stood calm, his expression steady as if the man’s fearsome aura had no effect on him.“You’re Damien,” Bradley said, his voice low and measured, yet carrying the weight of authority. At that moment his sharp eyes bore into Damien, searching for weakness. “Does the name Reece mean anything to you?”The mention of the name made the room seem even quieter. Bradley bodyguards shifted slightly, their postures tense. Everyone in the city knew that anyone connected to Bradley inquiries rarely walked away unscathed.However Damien didn’t flinch. He tilted his head slightly, his tone as calm as ever. “Recce?” he repeated lightly, as though trying to recall. “The name sounds familiar, but I
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Eight
Damien’s calm expression flickered for a brief moment as Serenity’s name was mentioned. Frustration tightened in his chest hearing her name again, though he quickly masked it, maintaining his composure. His sharp gaze rested on Bradley, who was still kneeling, awaiting his response.“Enough,” Damien said, his voice firm. “You’ve said what you needed to. Now, get up.”However Bradley hesitated, then slowly rose to his feet, keeping his eyes lowered in a show of respect. Damien’s tone softened slightly, but the authority in his words remained unyielding.“Deal with Winston however you see fit,” Damien continued, his eyes narrowing slightly. “But under no circumstances are you to mention me or my identity. Do you understand?”Immediately Bradley nodded quickly. “Yes, Master. I will handle it discreetly.”Damien glanced at the ring on his finger, his thoughts briefly clouded by Serenity’s name. Normally, his temper would have demanded swift and severe consequences for someone like Win
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Thirty Nine
Uncle Bernard still slumped on the couch, his head heavy in his hands, the weight of his despair almost unbearable. His wife and daughter lingered in the background, their subdued expressions hiding their private relief. Suddenly, a firm knock at the door broke the silence, startling everyone. At that uncle Bernard lifted his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Who could it be at this hour?” he muttered knowing all the guests has left. Jessica glanced at her mother, her unease evident. “Did the guests forget something?” Her mother shook her head. “Unlikely. Everyone’s gone.” The knock came again, steady and deliberate. Unable to ignore it, Uncle Bernard rose to his feet, his legs feeling heavier with each step toward the door. He opened the door, and his breath hitched. Standing there, calm and composed as ever, was Damien. For a moment, uncle Bernard could only stare, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “Damien...” he finally whispered, his voice tinge
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty
Upon hearing what Winston's father just said.Bradley's expression remained cold and unyielding, his piercing gaze fixed on Winston and his father. Their veiled threats didn’t faze him; if anything, they seemed to amuse him. At that moment he straightened his posture, his tone commanding and final.“This conversation is over,” Bradley said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “Leave. Now.”Hearing what Bradley just said.Winston's father stiffened, his jaw tightening at the blatant dismissal. “You’re making a mistake, Bradley,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You think you can treat me like this and walk away unscathed?”However Bradley didn't flinch. Instead, he took a step closer, his presence radiating authority. “I don’t think so,” he said coldly. “And I’m done wasting my time on you. Take your son and leave.”Immediately the room fell into an oppressive silence. Winston shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his father for guidance. His earlier bravado ha
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty One
“Hello, Sophia,” he said, his tone polite but guarded. “Dr.Damien,” Sophia began, her voice carrying a hint of warmth mixed with unease. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, but... I wanted to invite you to a banquet we’re hosting tonight. It’s to celebrate my grandfather’s successful recovery.” Hearing what Sophia just said. Damien’s jaw tightened slightly. The idea of mingling at a formal event wasn’t appealing in the slightest, especially after the drama he’d endured recently. He didn't want to be around crowds for now, but focused on getting his house. Sophia paused, still waiting for Damien's response, and Damien could hear her take a quiet breath before continuing. “I understand. You’re busy. But there’s something about this banquet you might find interesting.” “What’s that?” Damien asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself not wanting to go. “There’s a guest coming tonight,” she said carefully. “An herbalist. He’s well-known for his rare collection and deep connecti
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Two
As the door swung open, Rebecca greeted Damien with her practiced, professional smile. “Good morning, Mr. Damien,” she said warmly, extending her hand. “I’m Rebecca, and I’ll be showing you the property today. I’ve prepared everything to ensure we cover all the details.” Immediately Damien returned the handshake with a polite nod. “Good morning. I appreciate you arranging this on short notice.” Rebecca's smile remained steady. “It’s my pleasure. If the villa aligns with what you’re looking for, I’m confident you’ll be impressed.” Behind her, Victoria, initially curious, froze when she saw Damien. Immediately her eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, she was too stunned to speak. ‘Damien? How is he here? Didn’t Bradley deal with him? Jessica hasn’t said a word about him returning home.’ Recovering quickly, her expression hardened into one of disdain. As they began walking toward the presentation area, Victoria moved to walk beside Rebecca, her tone sharp a
The understated miraculous Doctor. Chapter Forty Three
The room was quiet as agents tapped away on keyboards or spoke softly into headsets. Rebecca had just started reviewing her notes when the front door swung open with force. All eyes turned as the agent who had taken over Damien’s case rushed in, her energy lighting up the previously subdued atmosphere. “I did it!” she exclaimed, clutching a folder tightly. Her voice rang with excitement as she stopped in the middle of the room. “The villa deal is done—paid in full!” Hearing what she just said. The room fell silent for a brief second, the weight of her words settling. Then the sales center erupted into applause and murmurs of congratulations. “No way!” one agent called out from the back. “Full payment? That’s insane!” Another agent stood, clapping enthusiastically. “That’s huge! Congratulations!” One of the agents, caught mid-email, froze. Her brows furrowed as she slowly stood, her gaze locking on the triumphant agent. “Wait,” she said carefully. “You
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At that moment, something dark clicked into place.One of the soldiers—the tallest of them—fell to one knee, gasping, his skin paling as veins started to pulse across his arms unnaturally. Another groaned, grabbing his own neck like the air had suddenly turned poisonous. Their bodies were trembling, but they didn’t scream. They only exchanged terrified glances, and it finally dawned on them.This wasn’t just any technique, this was Dark Prison.The forbidden technique. the same one their master—London’s brother—had once boasted about creating but had sworn never to use again.Their eyes widened in silent horror.He had done it. he was using them.Feeding on them, Feeding through them.The technique was outlawed within the military for a reason—because it demanded sacrifice of Life.It devoured spirit energy like wildfire in a dry forest. It didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care if you were the creator or the soldier. It consumed.However Damien watched quietly, his eyes cold and c
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At that moment London’s brother stood still—his face frozen.His eyes trembled, his lips parted, and the disbelief gripped him deeper than any blade could.“That’s not true…” he muttered under his breath. “That’s not possible.”He shook his head slowly, like his mind was trying to shake off the weight of what he had just heard. “How can a nobody like you—someone not even recorded in our ranks—know the ultimate attack of the Special Forces?”His tone cracked with restrained rage. “This move… this prison technique… it’s only taught to the elite few. To the inner circle of the military’s special division. You shouldn’t even know it exists!”Damien’s expression didn’t flinch.“I know,” he said coldly again. “Because I was the one who invented it.”Again London’s brother’s breath caught. His knees almost buckled.At that moment Damien stepped forward, slow and calm. “You’ve done some tweaking—some interesting modifications. I’ll give you that. But the core technique? The foundations? That
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Five
At that moment London brother s suddenly let go of his leg, allowing him to regain his balance. Then he stepped backward, calm and composed, as if the attack had been nothing but a warm-up stretch.London’s brother landed on his feet smoothly. He straightened up slowly, rotating his ankle as he gave Damien a hard stare. His jaw clenched, but then a smirk broke through his rigid expression.“Well… not bad,” he muttered, his voice laced with restrained anger. “I’m quite impressed.”His eyes narrowed, not in admiration—but calculation.“You dodged my attack,” he continued, voice sharper now, “and you even caught it… cleanly. You didn’t flinch. That says a lot.”He stepped in a slow circle, boots crunching over broken crate pieces.“You’re not from here, are you?” he asked coldly. “No. I see that now. No one from this city—not even the top brass—moves like that.”He stopped pacing and tilted his head.“I know every single person that can do what you just did. Every single one of them.”
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Four
The moment the man’s head bounced on the concrete floor—once, twice, and then a third time—an eerie silence gripped the warehouse. The blood smeared across the floor painted a scene so still and tense, they could almost hear the cold metal in the air.However London’s brother didn’t flinch, not visibly. But his sharp eyes caught every detail. The precision, the speed, the utter lack of wasted motion.At that moment his eyebrow lifted subtly.“That can’t be…” he thought, his fingers slowly curling into a fist by his side. “That’s the Twin Blade Technique.”He had seen it only a few people do it during his training in the Special Division. It wasn’t a move just anyone could pull off. It was a martial arts technique hidden within the high-ranking military, one that fused shadow movement and speed so flawlessly, it made the user seem like they hadn’t moved at all. But in truth, they’d already attacked and returned to their original position before the victim even blinked.Only a handful
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Three
At that moment the call rang once…Twice…Three times.Sophia could barely face the phone, her swollen fingers trembling as the pain throbbed up her arms. Just when she thought she would pass out from panic, the line clicked.“Hello?” Damien’s voice came through, steady and calm, but layered with confusion. “Sophia? I just got to the house. You’re not here—what happened?”Tears poured down her cheeks instantly.“I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…”Damien’s tone shifted. He straightened up slightly, brows drawing in. “What? Wait—what’s going on? Is it because you left the house? That’s why you’re crying like this? Are you hurt or something?”She whimpered, her voice breaking between every word. “Yes… I’m hurt… I couldn’t hold on… Damien, I—”Something about her tone didn’t sit right with him. Her words were strange, broken… too much like someone who was trying to say more than they could.Then suddenly, another voice came on the line.A deeper one, Cold, void of
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Two
The sound of the chair scraping back was subtle, yet everyone in the room fell quiet the moment London’s brother stood to his feet.At that moment the man who had been torturing Sophia immediately lowered his head and stepped aside like a shadow retreating from light. He didn’t need to be told twice—his presence was no longer needed.Then London’s brother spoke, his voice calm, low, but heavy with authority.“I don’t have all day,” he said, coldly. “This has taken too long already.”His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Every word settled into the walls of the warehouse like the creak of metal under pressure. Final, Sure, Dangerous. Then he began walking—each step measured, firm, quiet.Sophia, barely conscious, stirred.She could hear the faint thud of his boots getting closer.Then she blinked slowly.Her eyes, puffy and red, tried to focus through the haze. Her vision was blurred from pain, from tears, from exhaustion. Her body trembled. Her hands throbbed in sharp waves, p
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His fingers grazed the edge of a tool inside the briefcase, and he glanced at her one last time.“Then we’ll force the truth out of you. And by the time we’re done… you won’t even know what hit you.”At that moment the man opened the lower compartment of the metal briefcase and lifted out a small steel object—something that looked like a miniature armor casing. The sharp metallic gleam bounced off the dim light above, and for a moment, Sophia couldn’t even breathe.She watched in horror as he unsnapped the second layer. Inside, a thin row of glinting needles lay in order—longer than average, yet delicate enough to sink beneath the skin without leaving an immediate trace. He picked one, held it between his fingers, and ran it gently across his thumb as if testing its sharpness.Sophia flinched hard against the chair, but the ropes on her wrists only dug deeper into her skin. Her ankles burned with pressure. Her entire body shook, helpless and bound. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to
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At that moment Sophia's throat felt dry, her lips trembling with fear, anger, and helplessness. She couldn’t even blink without tears threatening to fall. Her thoughts ran wild, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.‘If I say anything... if I mention Damien…’Her heart clenched painfully. ‘Everything I’ve been planning, all the little steps I’ve taken to get close to him—just to be the woman standing beside him—will never work out. If I ever betray him like this… even once… it's over.’At that moment she bit her lip hard.‘Damien will never look at me the same way. He'll never trust me. He’ll never forgive me. And if he doesn’t trust me, how am I supposed to mean anything to him?’Her gaze dropped to the cold concrete floor, then slowly back to the man still staring at her with lifeless eyes. He was waiting. Pressuring. Ready to pounce if she spoke the wrong word.Her mind kept racing. Even if I stay quiet… even if Damien does show up… this isn’t just street-level thugs anym
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Hearing what the man just said Sophia’s entire body froze.Her breath caught halfway in her throat as her eyes darted across the room. Her lips quivered, the cold ropes digging into her skin as her wrists trembled against the wooden chair. Fear seeped into her bones like ice water—she didn’t know what they wanted, or why this was happening.The man stood before her, shadowed under the flickering warehouse light. His expression didn’t change. Just cold eyes. Cold lips. Cold silence.Then came the voice—low and sharp like a knife slicing through paper.“You know London, right?”Upon hearing the name, immediately her heart slammed against her chest.Sophia’s head jolted up. “London?” she repeated, her voice a whisper of disbelief.Then, suddenly—everything clicked.Her voice turned sharp, but shaky. “So… London is behind all this?” she asked, blinking fast. “What is going on? What did I do to him? I told him—I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him! I made it clear!”She was brea
