..“I like the sound of that,” Adam smirked, his confident grin deepening as his sharp eyes flicked toward Brenda. His tone carried an easy arrogance, as if the entire situation were already under his control.“I’ll just give you my phone to make the transfer, and the motorcycle will be all yours,” Brenda said. Her voice carried a mix of nervous excitement and determination as she prepared to step toward Adam. But before her foot even left the ground, Michael’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade.Feeling hurt and betrayed, Michael’s words came out louder than he intended. “If you give him that phone, then just know that our relationship is over!”Brenda froze, startled by the sudden ultimatum. She turned sharply, her brows knitting together as she faced him. “What?” she asked, staring at Michael like he had lost his mind.“You heard me,” Michael said, his tone low but laced with anger. “Give him that phone against my will, and kiss our relationship goodbye—‘cause I can’t b

..“Do you want a ride?” Adam asked, his deep voice steady yet carrying a teasing lilt. He sat astride his newly bought motorcycle, one hand confidently gripping the handlebar, the other resting lazily on his thigh. His sharp eyes—eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets—locked on the beautiful woman standing just a few feet away.“Yes,” Brenda replied without hesitation. A radiant smile curved her lips as she abandoned her unconscious ex-boyfriend lying on the roadside. The decision felt like liberation. She walked briskly toward the motorcycle, her steps deliberate, as if she were stepping away from her past and toward something entirely new.“Here,” Adam said, handing her the helmet she had left on the seat earlier. The gesture was simple, yet his fingers brushed hers briefly, sending a surprising jolt of electricity up her arm. “Thanks,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with a warmth she couldn’t quite disguise.Everything about Adam gave her butterflies—the kind that

Meanwhile, parked at the side of a long, dimly lit expressway, Adam sat astride his recently purchased motorcycle, the chrome glinting faintly beneath the glow of passing headlights. The roar of cars speeding by filled the night air, their headlights streaking like fleeting comets. Adam turned his helmeted head slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing beneath the visor as he looked at Brenda, who was perched on the passenger seat behind him. He waited silently for her to respond to his instruction.“You… you want me to what?” Brenda asked, her voice tinged with confusion and disbelief. The helmet muffled her tone, but the tremor of uncertainty was unmistakable.“You heard me,” Adam replied evenly, his voice low and controlled. “I said you should get down.”Brenda grimaced, her brows furrowing beneath the helmet’s visor. She looked around, glancing at the steady stream of vehicles rushing past them, their tires hissing against the asphalt. The endless highway stretched ahead and behind like

‘What really happened here?’ Adam asked himself, his eyes scanning every inch of the scene before him. His mind churned with possibilities, theories rising and falling like crashing waves as he tried to piece together the puzzle.From the scattered positions of the corpses and the grotesque expressions frozen on their faces, it was evident that the people here had been caught in the middle of a devastating conflict. It wasn’t a simple execution or a random act of violence—this had been a full-blown battle, a violent clash that had escalated until everyone had met their end. The deeper Adam observed, the more questions clawed at him.What could drive all these individuals to such desperation? What reason would they have to fight each other so savagely that no one survived?He clenched his fists in quiet frustration. *If only I could figure out the reason…* But he quickly shook his head. Did it even matter? Whether he discovered their motives or not, it would not change the fact that hi

Adam groaned, a suspicious look tightening his face as he steadied himself. His breathing slowed, his instincts sharpening like blades.That’s familiar… he thought grimly, narrowing his eyes as the faint glow of the spell’s remnants lingered in the air.The magic just fired at him stirred an old memory, one that carried both irritation and caution. Some time ago, back in his wandering days, Adam had stumbled upon a group of unusual individuals. They weren’t martial artists, not in the sense of dragon disciples or ki practitioners who honed body and spirit through grueling combat. No, these men and women were different—wielders of a distinct, foreign power.For all intents and purposes, they were what anyone in the world would call mages.That day, they had attacked him with the exact same spell Andrews had just unleashed. But even then, even without the level of mastery he now possessed, Adam had dealt with them swiftly. Still, the sensation now was undeniable—the spell Andrews fired