Chapter: EPILOGUE–THE TASK COMPLETED 🐉LATE OLD JOE Jack turned away before anyone could see. He didn’t trust his voice. He didn’t trust his face. He took the stairs quietly, each step careful, controlled, until the sounds of the sitting room softened into a distant hum. His bedroom welcomed him with dim light and familiar shadows. The window was cracked open; night air drifted in, cool and clean. Jack shut the door. The moment the latch clicked, his control broke. He sank onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed. A sound tore out of him—raw, unguarded. Tears spilled freely now, hot and relentless, soaking into his hands. “My mentor,” he whispered hoarsely. “Joseph Donovan.” His gaze lifted to the wall opposite the bed. The portrait hung there—large, carefully framed. A hand-drawn image, charcoal and ink, every line deliberate. Old Joe sat as he always had in Jack’s memory: relaxed posture, knowing eyes, a half-smile that carried both kindness and iron certainty. Jack stood on unste
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Chapter: Chapter 548The porch light washed William Thompson in a pale amber halo, sharpening the lines at his eyes, softening the silver at his temples. He didn’t step in right away. He waited—like a man asking permission without words. Jackson’s fingers curled around the door edge. “Um,” he said, craning his neck. “Do you know my mom?” Sarah found her voice. It came out thin, then steadied. “Dad.” William exhaled, a long breath that seemed to empty years out of his chest. “Hey, kiddo.” His eyes didn’t leave Sarah as he said it. She crossed the space in three quick steps. They met in the doorway, awkward for half a heartbeat, then arms wrapped tight—hers around his middle, his around her shoulders. William’s hand pressed into her hair, firm and familiar. He closed his eyes. “I should’ve called,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re here,” Sarah said. Her voice caught anyway. “That’s enough.” Behind them, the house released the breath it had been holding. Ryan shifted, clearing his throat. Emily stra
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Chapter: Chapter 547Jack let the doorway frame him a moment longer, the noise inside settling into something domestic and real. Laughter, overlapping voices, the scrape of shoes being kicked off without care. This was the other side of victory—no banners, no broadcasts. Just walls that knew your name. He reached back and unfastened the Dragon Dagger. The metal slid free without resistance, its presence dim now, quiet. No hum. No pull. Just weight—honest and inert. Jack crossed the living space and placed it into the recessed wall cradle beside the stairs. The housing sealed with a soft click, biometric lock engaging. Sarah noticed. She always did. “You sure?” she asked gently. Jack nodded. “It’s done for tonight.” She smiled at that—not wide, not triumphant. Relieved. “Baths,” Sarah announced, clapping her hands once. “Everyone. Before anyone falls asleep on the couch.” A chorus of groans answered her, half-hearted and theatrical. “I’m not dirty,” Matilda protested, already halfway up the stai
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Chapter: Chapter 546Jack stayed where he was a moment longer, letting the Governor of Carlisle’s voice fade naturally into the night air. The plaza didn’t rush to reclaim noise. It didn’t need to. People were already turning inward—talking, pointing, planning routes home that felt different than the ones they’d taken coming here. That was when DragonBot dipped closer. “Transport readiness confirmed,” it said. “DragonCar is positioned at the east ramp. Crowd density decreasing along primary exit corridors.” Jack nodded once. “Alright.” He looked down at Matilda and Jackson. Both were tired now—the sharp edge of excitement blunted by exhaustion—but their eyes were still bright. “Home?” he asked. Matilda nodded immediately. Jackson yawned and leaned into Sarah’s side. “Home,” Sarah echoed softly. They began moving. The crowd parted without being told. Not in a dramatic way—no bowed heads, no reverent silence—but with something quieter. Recognition. Gratitude that didn’t demand anything b
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Chapter: Chapter 545He let the conversation breathe for a few seconds longer, listening to the low tide of voices around him. This—this—was the fragile part. After victory, before direction. He felt it in the way people leaned closer to one another, in the way questions hovered just beneath smiles. He turned slightly, addressing not the press, not the screens—but the people within arm’s reach. “Reidsville,” Jack said, voice steady, unamplified, yet somehow carrying. “I won’t pretend tonight fixed everything. It didn’t. What it did was stop the bleeding.” The plaza quieted again, not by command, but by choice. “For a long time,” he continued, “this city was forced to make decisions under pressure that wasn’t its own. Fear distorts judgment. It makes good people compromise just to survive.” Ryan nodded slowly beside him. Emily folded her arms, attentive, analytical. “Tonight,” Jack said, “fear lost its leverage. Not because someone stronger showed up—but because enough of you refused to keep living
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Chapter: Chapter 544Jack let the laughter around him taper naturally, not silencing it—just guiding it. The plaza had reached that rare balance point where relief hadn’t yet curdled into chaos. Families stood shoulder to shoulder. Strangers shared space without suspicion. Reidsville was breathing. Then the LED screens shifted. Not abruptly. Not with alarms. The Senators’ split-screen debate faded into a soft blue seal edged in gold. The murmur of the crowd lowered on instinct. Even DragonBot’s stabilizers adjusted, hovering a fraction higher, optics narrowing in quiet focus. A familiar crest resolved across every screen in the plaza—Venmoor’s national insignia, crisp and unmistakable. Ryan’s brow creased. “That’s… international.” Emily straightened slightly. “They don’t interrupt local broadcasts unless it matters.” Jack didn’t move. He only tilted his head up, one hand resting loosely near the Dragon Dagger—not in readiness, but in habit. “Let’s hear him out.” The seal dissolved. The President
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THE MYSTERIOUS HEIR RETURNS
Twelve years ago, Ethan Voss lost his everything in a single night—his beloved father was taken away by mercenaries and never returned, while he disappeared from Dervadia overnight. Now, he has returned to the same city, not as the powerless boy left behind, but as a formidable warrior forged through years of brutal training and armed with the legendary Dragon Sword.
With Dervadia still facing growing killings, robberies, kidnappings, and hidden threats, Ethan just returns to fulfil the legacy left behind by his father, which means protecting the city and honouring the marriage contract tying him to Diana, a promise she rejected but later deeply and painfully regretted.
Also consumed by a burning desire for revenge, Ethan vows to uncover the truth behind his father's death and make those responsible pay a fitting price!
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Chapter: The Pain of a mother's AbandonmentEthan remained seated on the bed, his eyes fixed on the floor as memories of his childhood slowly returned. The person he had suddenly remembered was none other than his mother, the woman who had left him and his late father many years ago for another man.He leaned back slightly and released a quiet breath. “Mother...” he muttered.He hadn't thought about her for a long time. Her decision to abandon their family had left a painful mark on his childhood, but he no longer carried the same emotions he once felt. She had chosen another man, a wealthy and influential businessman, because of the status and comfortable life he could offer her.“Was wealth and social status really worth leaving your own family behind?” he wondered quietly.His mother had walked away when Jason Voss was still establishing himself as the War God of Dervadia. At the time, his father had not yet become the famous saviour of the troubled city. He was still building his reputation through his dedication and determ
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Chapter: Time to set some BoundariesEthan stared at the phone's broken screen for a moment before answering the call. The name displayed on it immediately caught his attention. It was Sonia Desmond.“Darling?” he answered, bringing the phone closer to his ear.“Sweetheart!” Sonia responded warmly. “I've been trying to reach you. How are you doing? Have you arrived safely?”“I'm fine, Darling. I arrived safely, and there's nothing to worry about,” Ethan replied.“Are you sure? How was the journey? I hope you didn't encounter any problems along the way,” Sonia asked.“Everything went smoothly. The journey wasn't difficult, and I'm perfectly fine,” he assured her.“That's good to hear,” she replied with relief. “But please, Sweetheart, be careful wherever you go. Don't expose yourself to unnecessary danger, and remember to take good care of yourself.”Ethan smiled faintly. “I know, Darling. You don't have to worry so much about me.”“How can I not worry about you?” Sonia asked. “You know how much you mean to me. I just wa
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Chapter: The Call that broke the SilenceEthan continued climbing the staircase, but the receptionist's question remained in his thoughts. He couldn't understand why she had suddenly asked whether he was the biological son of Jason Voss. Her explanation about their striking resemblance seemed reasonable, but something about her expression had made him suspect there was more to it.“Why did she look so curious?” he muttered quietly.He climbed another few steps before shaking his head. “Perhaps I'm thinking too much about it.”He had more important things to attend to than wondering about a receptionist's curiosity. He would question her later. There was no need to concern himself with it now.“I'll ask her later if necessary,” he concluded before pushing the thought aside.He passed the first floor, continued towards the second, and eventually reached the third floor. The polished tiles of the passageway reflected the bright morning light entering through the windows. He adjusted his backpack and began walking forward, passi
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Chapter: The Receptionist's SuspicionThe receptionist hesitated briefly before leaning forward and lowering her voice. Her expression had changed from excitement to curiosity, and she kept glancing at Ethan's face as though trying to confirm something she had been thinking about. She took a small breath before asking, “Are you really the biological son of the late Jason Voss?” For a moment, Ethan remained silent. His expression did not change, but his eyes remained fixed on hers. The receptionist quickly explained herself. “I'm sorry if that sounds too abrupt, sir. It's just that when I look at you, I can't help noticing the striking resemblance. Your height, your face, your build, and even your voice are remarkably similar to his. It's almost impossible to ignore.” She studied him with genuine curiosity. She had seen pictures and videos of Jason Voss before, and the resemblance was striking. The man standing before her seemed to carry many of the same physical features as the late legend. “Sir, I was only wonderi
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Chapter: The Driver's token of GratitudeInside the moving taxi, Ethan watched the busy road of Dervadia pass through the window. He had no particular destination in mind yet, but he needed somewhere to rest before attending to anything else. The driver continued along the busy road, occasionally slowing down whenever traffic became heavy.Several minutes later, Ethan noticed a hotel building on the opposite side of the road. Its name was clearly displayed on a large signboard near the entrance. He didn't really know the name of the avenue or street he was travelling along, so he decided to stop at the hotel to find out its location.“Driver, please stop here,” Ethan instructed.The driver glanced at him through the rear-view mirror. “Here, sir?” he asked.“Yes. That's fine,” Ethan replied.“Alright, sir,” the driver responded.The driver slowed down and pulled over near the hotel. Ethan reached for his money, brought out some cash, and extended it towards him.“Thank you,” Ethan said as he prepared to step out.However, the
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Chapter: The Nonchalant HeirThe security guard finally reached him and paused to catch his breath before speaking politely. “Sir, please forgive me for stopping you. Mr. Desmond gave me an instruction. He ordered that one of his vehicles should take you straight to the main road so you wouldn't have to experience the stress of trekking such a long distance,” the guard explained. Ethan glanced back towards the villa. “He gave that instruction?” “Yes, sir. He doesn't want you trekking all the way to the road, especially after everything you've done for him. He asked me to make sure you were transported comfortably,” the guard replied. Ethan gave a slight smile. “That's thoughtful of him. Please thank him for me when you return.” “Certainly, sir. Would you mind waiting a few minutes while I contact the driver?” the guard asked. “No problem,” Ethan replied. The security guard immediately brought out his phone and called the driver. When the driver answered, he spoke politely. “Hello, please. Are you avail
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THE BRUTAL REVENGE
Jones Romeo once defeated, returned to rewrite the rules. When he dares to challenge Clinton, the ruthless leader who controls the college with an iron grip, he sparks a brutal war that spirals beyond his imagination.
Betrayals lurk in every corner. Friendships shatter. Blood stains the hallways as Jones and Clinton wage a relentless battle for dominance. Lies, deception, and hidden agendas fuel their war, turning allies into enemies and enemies into ghosts.
But just when Jones thinks he has won, Clinton proves why he’s a master of survival. His shocking escape from police custody sets the stage for an earth-shattering finale. A final, unpredictable confrontation at the docks leaves both men fighting not just for power, but for their lives.
As bullets fly and the past comes crashing down, Jones faces the ultimate question: Can he truly end this war, or will Clinton’s shadow haunt him forever?
In this high-stakes tale of revenge, power, and betrayal, one thing is certain, only one will leave Blackwood College alive.
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Devil's Blueprint The night air clung heavy over Blackwood, the kind of suffocating stillness that carried danger in its silence. Jones stood at the center of the abandoned courtyard with his crew gathered tight around him. Their shadows stretched long under the fractured moonlight, each figure restless, armed, and waiting on his command.Lexi’s absence weighed like iron chains around Jones’s chest. Every passing hour without her was a blade twisting deeper. His jaw clenched as he glanced at his crew: Jace adjusting the grip on his bat wrapped in chain; Derek rubbing the scar across his forearm like it was a war medal; Kendra sharp-eyed, her dagger strapped against her thigh; Victor pacing like a wolf ready to pounce; Dre cracking his knuckles, broad shoulders flexing under his jacket; Lisa quiet but fierce, her hands curled into fists; Leo’s smirk hiding the storm in his gaze; Mason steady, calm, his silence a promise of loyalty.They all waited for Jones. His word was law.“We’re burning time,” Victo
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Chapter: Chapter 69: The Hidden WingClinton went into the den—an underground chamber buried deep within the East Wing of Blackwood College. This was no ordinary hideout; it was his throne room, carved beneath the rotting belly of the institution, a place where the air was heavy with damp stone, cigarette smoke, and the quiet hum of illegal power lines snaking through the ceiling.Here, he was king. Here, no one dared question his authority.The heavy steel door clanged shut behind him, locking with an echo that rattled through the chamber. Around a long rectangular table sat his top circle: Logan, the blunt enforcer with fists like sledgehammers; Vanessa, razor-sharp and venomous, her cold beauty disguising cruelty; Troy, the tactician, thin-framed but sharp-eyed; Mickey, wild and unpredictable, a man who laughed too easily at violence; and Dwayne, loyal to the bone, steady as a rock.Clinton moved to the head of the table, his steps deliberate, his smirk fixed like a blade ready to cut. His presence drew silence instan
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Chapter: Chapter 68: Shadows of the MazeClinton’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer, hands tucked behind his back like a man savoring the show.“You fools,” he drawled, his voice carrying a razor’s edge. “All this blood… all this effort… and still no Lexi. Do you really think you’ll see her again? Let me spare you the false hope—you won’t.”Jones’s fists tightened until the knuckles cracked. His chest heaved with fury. “Say her name again,” he growled, stepping forward, “and I swear, Clinton, I’ll—”Clinton cut him off, his voice laced with venomous amusement. “You’ll do nothing. You can’t do anything. You’re rats in my maze, scrambling, biting, gnawing at shadows. And Lexi… she screams in silence, waiting for the inevitable.” He tilted his head, his grin sharp. “And you won’t try any fucking shit about it.”“Bastard!” Jones exploded forward like a storm breaking loose, his rage boiling over. His crew shouted after him—“Jones, wait!”—but he didn’t hear. His eyes were locked only on Clinton, on the smirk that mocked him, o
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Chapter: Chapter 67: The Bloodied PathThe night stretched long and merciless, the shadows of Blackwood College twisting into something monstrous as Jones and his crew pressed deeper into enemy territory. Their breaths came in harsh rhythm, the sting of sweat mixing with the bitter taste of fear and fury. But still—no Lexi. No trace. No hope. Only the gnawing ache of time slipping away. “Damn it!” Jace spat, slamming a fist against the wall as they checked another wing, empty. His voice cracked with frustration. “It’s like she vanished into thin air!” “She’s here,” Jones said firmly, his voice low, unwavering. His eyes burned with resolve. “Clinton wants us to believe otherwise. But he wouldn’t risk moving her. Not yet.” Victor gritted his teeth. “So we keep searching. Floor by floor. Room by room. She can’t stay hidden forever.” But Jasmine shook her head, unease etching her face. “This doesn’t feel right. Too quiet. Too…” Her words were drowned by the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate. From the darkness ahead,
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Chapter: Chapter 66: The Edge of Despair The night air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved swiftly through Blackwood College, their eyes sharp, their minds locked on one mission—finding Lexi before it was too late. The dim corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scoured every possible hiding place, but the deeper they searched, the more frustration gnawed at them.No trace. No sign. No Lexi.Jones clenched his fists as they regrouped near the abandoned east wing. Jasmine’s brows were furrowed, her breathing heavy. “Nothing,” she muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve checked every damn place Clinton could’ve hidden her.”Kendra leaned against the wall, frustration lacing her voice. “He’s playing us.”Victor exhaled sharply. “No—he’s outsmarting us. Again.”Jones’s eyes darkened. His mind was racing, turning over every detail. Clinton was always two steps ahead—but he wasn’t invincible. There had to be a crack in his strategy.Jace frowned, scanning the group. “So what now? We can’t keep running aroun
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Chapter: Chapter 65: No Mercy, No Escape The door swung open with a forceful creak, and before Lexi could react—CRACK!A fresh wave of agony tore through her body as the whip lashed across her exposed back. The pain burned hotter than before, forcing a strangled gasp from her throat.Clinton stood before her, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as he dragged the whip across the floor. “I thought you’d have learned your lesson by now,” he murmured, rolling the handle in his grip.Lexi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, but she refused to let him see her break. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit down, suppressing a scream.CRACK!Another lash. This time across her ribs.Her body convulsed against the pain, her wrists straining against the cuffs, but it was useless. Clinton had made sure of that.The sound of rattling chains echoed in the dim room as he stepped closer, dropping a second set of handcuffs onto the floor beside her. “I’ll admit,” he said, crouching so that their eyes met, “you surprised
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Chapter: Before Lord CobraThe four men were thrown onto the cold stone floor with such force that the impact nearly knocked the breath from their lungs. Hawthorne gritted his teeth as pain exploded through his wounded body. Pablo, Kodak, and Truman landed nearby, their injured bodies striking the hard floor before sliding several inches across the smooth surface. Blood continued pouring from their wounds, staining the ground beneath them.For several seconds, none of them moved. Then Hawthorne slowly pushed one hand against the floor and raised his head. Pablo did the same. Kodak dragged one knee beneath his enormous body, while Truman struggled just to lift his face.Darkness still covered the enormous hall. They could barely see anything in front of them. Hawthorne narrowed his eyes and stared into the unknown shadow ahead. Someone was there. He could feel it. The Iron Serpents had not dragged them through the rainforest for hours just to throw them into an empty room.A faint mechanical sound suddenly cam
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Chapter: Where Are You Taking Us?“Drag them forward!” the Iron Serpents commander ordered coldly.The twelve Iron Serpents immediately obeyed. They tightened their grips on the ropes around Hawthorne, Pablo, Kodak, and Truman and began pulling them through the wet forest floor.“Move!” one of the mercenaries shouted.The ropes around Hawthorne's wrists dug painfully into his skin as two men dragged him forward. His body was covered with deep wounds, and blood continued pouring from his cuts, dripping onto the forest soil with every step.The swords and axes carried by the Iron Serpents were still covered with blood. The three giant warriors followed behind the group, their enormous axes resting against their shoulders as they watched Hawthorne and his men being dragged deeper into the rainforest.Hawthorne gritted his teeth. The pain spreading through his body was almost unbearable, but he refused to make a sound. His breathing was heavy, and blood had soaked through his clothes, yet his eyes remained sharp.Pablo an
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Chapter: The Iron Serpents IIIThe Iron Serpents commander's raised hand suddenly dropped. His eyes became cold as he stared directly at Hawthorne and his men.“Attack!” he roared.The Iron Serpents exploded forward, their boots tearing through the wet forest floor as twelve armed mercenaries rushed toward Hawthorne and his men. Steel flashed between the trees, while the three giant-looking warriors at the front charged with enormous axes in their hands. Each massive axe carried an intricate serpent design engraved across its dark metal surface.Hawthorne did not move.“Stay together!” he commanded.Pablo clenched his fists.“Understood!” he replied.Kodak stepped forward heavily.“Let them come,” he said.Truman tightened his stance.“We have no weapons,” he said.“We don't need them,” Pablo growled.The first Iron Serpent reached them.CLANG!A sword collided with Pablo's forearm as he raised it to protect his head. Another mercenary immediately swung at Kodak, forcing the giant backward, while Truman ducked bene
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Chapter: The Iron Serpents IIThe silence finally broke when Hawthorne decided that he had heard enough. He looked directly at the leader of the Iron Serpents. His face remained calm, and there was no fear in his eyes. Deep inside, he already knew who these men were.The Iron Serpents were not strangers to him. During his reign as the Major General of the annexed Armogur, Hawthorne had heard their name many times. He knew that they had existed in the Guyaga Rainforest for years and that they were generally known to control the vast forest. But Hawthorne did not care.His current situation had changed many things about him. He had already stayed in this forest for days, faced hunger, danger, wild animals, and countless unknown threats. Another group of armed men standing before him could not make him afraid. Even their unknown leader did not concern him.Hawthorne slowly raised his head.“We just came here,” Hawthorne said calmly. “And we stayed in the forest.”The leader's eyes narrowed.“That is your answer?” th
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Chapter: The Iron SerpentsThe movement between the trees became clearer, and Hawthorne's eyes hardened as the first men finally stepped into view.They were dressed in dark green jungle combat uniforms designed for rainforest warfare, with reinforced tactical vests, heavy combat boots, gloves, and equipment strapped across their bodies. Their clothing was covered in patches of dark camouflage that helped them blend into the thick forest, but their angry faces made it clear that they had not come here to welcome anyone.More men appeared behind them.Hawthorne remained still.Pablo, Kodak, and Truman watched the approaching group without showing fear. The men were all able-bodied and heavily built. Some were tall and broad, almost as large as Pablo and Kodak, while most were average-sized but looked physically trained. At the front were three gigantic men who clearly stood above the others, their massive boots striking the wet forest floor with every step.THUD.THUD.THUD.The sound grew louder as they approac
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Chapter: The Footsteps Behind ThemThe morning sun had already driven the darkness from the rainforest when Hawthorne opened his eyes. For a few seconds, he remained still against the wooden wall of the abandoned cottage. The floor was still damp from the storm, and the air carried the fresh smell of wet soil and leaves. Outside, monkeys cried from the trees while birds filled the forest with their constant chirping.Pablo and Kodak were already awake.Pablo stretched his massive arms and looked toward the forest. “Boss, we're out of food,” Pablo said.Kodak rubbed his stomach and laughed. “Then we hunt,” Kodak said.Truman looked at them. “With what?” Truman asked.Pablo gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?” Pablo asked.“We don't have any weapons,” Truman replied.Kodak smiled confidently. “Who said we need weapons?” Kodak asked.Pablo laughed. “Exactly,” Pablo said.Before Truman could say anything else, Pablo and Kodak walked out of the cottage and disappeared into the rainforest.Hawthorne watched them le
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