After returning the greeting, Misty then turned to look at her group before saying, “Let’s get the introductions out of the way first. This is Gerald and I got acquainted with him only yesterday. He’s quite a nice person and he even saved me, you know?” “Humph! So this is the guy! If he was aware that we were attending a treasure exchange event, then why did he still choose to dress up the way he currently is?” said one of the other women rather contemptuously as she crossed her arms. Her comment had stemmed from the fact that the exchange event was a sort of gathering mostly only reserved for prestigious people. Since only those who were powerful and influential were expected to attend, suits and leather shoes were considered to be the norm at such an event. Since Gerald was the only one dressed like a tourist, it was no wonder why Misty’s friend found him to be rather humiliating. She wasn’t the only one either. Quite a few of her friends were thinking about the same thing as

“Plus…? Also, hold on, young man. Are you being serious here?” replied the old man, his eyes widened in shock. Gerald simply shook his head before asking the old man for his bank account number with a smile on his face. After a brief call, the old man was left utterly shocked five minutes later when he saw that seven hundred and seventy thousand dollars truly had been banked into his account. “T-thank you, young man!” said the old man as he smiled broadly. His joy was no surprise. After all, he would never have dreamed that he would actually be able to sell that iron plaque for such a high amount. Gerald himself had bought the item since though the plaque didn’t look like anything special, there was simply something extraordinary about it. It gave Gerald a similar feeling to when he had first laid his eyes upon the picture of the sun half a year ago. It may have only been a gut feeling, but Gerald chose to believe it. At that moment, a group of people—consisting of both fore

“This is your own fault for courting death! Prepare to be killed!” roared the bald man as one of his men immediately revealed a short blade and aimed it at Gerald’s chest! Lunging toward Gerald, it took the assailant a second to realize that though his short blade had struck, spot on, to where he was aiming for, for some ungodly reason, the blade had failed to penetrate Gerald’s chest! “What?” It was the only response the stupefied man could say as Gerald angrily replied, “Don’t say I didn’t warn any of you!” After saying that, Gerald immediately retaliated by slapping the man hard on his cheek! Though it had only been a single slap, the man was sent flying into the air! The last thing the man could register was his head deforming as blood gushed out his eyes. Upon landing in a puddle of mud a few dozen feet away, the man was already as good as gone. “…He knows martial arts!” declared the bald man, shocked by the turn of events. However, he instantly recomposed himself as h

Gerald then gave Misty a call to cancel their lunch plan. After all, getting more information from Kaleb was definitely his priority. “Well? Is he coming along?” asked Lydia nervously the moment Misty hung up the call. “He’s probably unwilling to join us since you scared him so much…” replied Misty with a slightly disappointed tone. “That’s great to hear! Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, Jamie said that we’ll be having our lunch at Logan Grand Hotel! That way, we’ll simultaneously be able to have a look around the best hotel in the Logan Province!” cheered Lydia excitedly as Misty returned a bitter nod. Upon arriving, however, they were immediately stopped by a waiter who was standing by the entrance. “Apologies, but someone has booked the entire Logan Grand Hotel today. We’re afraid that you’ll have to choose another restaurant to have lunch in. Again, our sincerest apologies,” said the butler. Hearing that, Lydia—who had earlier been quite eager to dine there—imme

“…What?” Theo was so shocked by what he had just witnessed that that was the only thing he was able to mutter as he immediately stood up. Everyone else was equally as shocked, especially the poor waiter who had been standing right behind the door—ready to serve more dishes—when all that happened. Zander himself had both his feet on the floor again at this point. While he had initially assured himself earlier that Gerald was definitely just an ordinary young man without any actual capabilities, he now knew how wrong he was. To think that he would actually be able to smash a wooden door to pieces with just a single vegetable leaf! Just how much training did he have to go through to get that strong?! The atmosphere in the room was getting increasingly stressful by the second. Clearly feeling the pressure, Theo—who was currently drenched in cold sweat—mumbled to himself, “To think that one could actually inflict pain upon others simply by using a leaf!” To attempt to ease th