As soon as Dixon left, Jenna ran straight to Diana, wrapped her arms around her waist, and tried to charm her. “Diana! The Southern Isles are so beautiful, right? You’ll need lots of photos to remember it. I’m a professional photographer, you know!” She pleaded with sparkling eyes. “Take me with you, please? I promise I won’t get in your way. I’ll only help carry your bags!” Jenna shook Diana playfully until Diana couldn’t help but laugh. She knew this girl always loved to have fun. “If Dixon agrees, you can come,” Diana replied, blushing slightly. In truth, Diana was worried. What if Jenna’s presence spoiled their intimacy? “Alright, you can join us. But once the trip is over, you must go back to the academy. No skipping classes!” Jenna immediately kissed Diana’s cheek with joy. “Thank you, Diana! You’re beautiful, kind, generous, charming, sexy… no wonder Dixon fell in love with you!” Dixon, who hadn’t heard Jenna’s flattery, only smiled faintly. To him, his love for Di

Deep inside the bamboo forest, the Exalted One stood with his back to Duapa. “Why did you not stop them?” Duapa asked. “This could be Dixon’s trap.” If the manual technique were that easy to find, members of Sect A would not have spent decades searching for it. In truth, the appearance of each page of the manual always depended on fate. “It does not matter, as long as they believe it,” the Exalted One replied flatly without turning around. Duapa bowed his head with respect. “I understand.” Everyone who joined Sect A actually had their own agenda. Not a single one of them truly intended to become a follower of the Exalted One. But after years together, Duapa realized that Sect A completely belonged to the Exalted One. Once someone entered, the only way out was death. Duapa suspected this was nothing more than Dixon’s trap. But he knew the Exalted One would never recklessly risk his life for two pages of a manual. His greater goal was not yet achieved, and he would not tak

“The bus broke down…” Jenna muttered with her head lowered, her face gloomy and a little upset. She walked toward Dixon. “Why are we so unlucky?” She then turned to the other tourists. Many of them pressed their faces against the windows, staring at the steaming noodles. They really had no choice; their hunger was too strong. The aroma of the noodles pierced their noses, stirring their senses and awakening their appetites. “They are making us pay an outrageous price for these noodles,” Jenna said angrily. Dixon already knew what was really happening. Lombok’s eyes practically turned into glittering dollar signs. Two hundred dollars for a plain bowl of noodles—money that could buy a hundred bowls elsewhere. Wasn’t that outrageous? Some tourists finally stepped forward, trying to bargain. But the staff only replied flatly, “Take it or leave it.” His arrogant attitude made everyone even more upset. Diana let out a heavy sigh. She had just arrived for a vacation, yet her mood wa

Lombok looked as if he were staring at a bag of money. “Good afternoon, everyone!” he called out with enthusiasm. “After your afternoon rest, you all look so energetic. Now, I will take you to have some fun!” The bus began moving, heading straight toward the first destination. “We are going to the Underwater Dragon Palace!” Lombok introduced the attraction with a professional flourish. Dixon did not see anything wrong with his way of guiding. He turned to Diana. She was quietly recording Lombok’s performance on her phone, like a superior evaluating her staff. Dixon wondered silently to himself—was this a honeymoon or a business trip? The bus arrived quickly. When the massive dragon-shaped building appeared before their eyes, everyone was amazed. “It was originally built as a filming location for a drama. After the shoot ended, we kept the structure and turned it into a tourist attraction,” Lombok explained. “Now let us go inside and take a look.” Dixon held Diana’s hand as they

Dixon turned and stared at the other security guard with an icy gaze. Instantly, the guard’s raised hand froze in the air, unable to move. The killing intent radiating from Dixon made sweat run cold down the guard’s back. As Dixon stepped past the guard, the air around him grew even more suffocating. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes piercing into the man. “Who gave you permission to use such insane sales tactics?” “That… that is none of your business!” the guard shouted, his voice trembling as he gritted his teeth. “You will be in big trouble for causing chaos in the Southern Isles!” Dixon stepped closer, then with one swift and forceful move, broke several of the guard’s ribs. The sound of bones cracking echoed clearly, followed by a scream of pain. “If you refuse to talk,” Dixon said coldly, “then you don’t need to speak at all.” He then turned toward the seller who was still holding the necklace in his hand. Dixon’s eyes narrowed with a threatening glare. “Do you still