“Here’s the money you can get from me, you pathetic creature!” sneered Sarah with apathy.Suddenly, several banknotes were flung to Edward’s face.Edward stood still, deadpanned.And the banknotes danced in the cold wind.Andy sneered, too. He gently spanked Sarah’s butt and then pinched her rosy cheek.“Your ex-wife is something. I like her plump hips. You never know how soft and ample her bosom is, you poor creature!” Edward clenched his fists, his face livid with rage as the sports cars howled away.Everything that had happened before flashed in his mind.It was true that he had been framed.And it was all Sarah’s fault.And probably all that damned Andy’s fault.He had no idea why Sarah would turn into such a cold-blooded woman.“I’ll avenge you. Just wait!” he whispered.After taking a few deep breaths, Edward felt much better.And he sensed that the evil force behind Sarah’s backyard was working now. And he had a terrible feeling about her grandfather.Though Sarah betrayed him

"Damn it!"Edward ducked and hit the deck just in time as speedy bullets whistled over his head. A hail of gunfire followed, and he quickly tumbled into a nearby grave for cover.“Roll now!” the tall masked man barked, struggling to his feet.As the chaos was the perfect cover, the hitmen made a hasty retreat. The air was thick with tension.And in a minute, the silence reigned around Edward. He felt the air grow still as if it were holding its breath.Only when he felt it was clear did he cautiously poke his head out from behind the tombstone.“Holy shit, they got away!” he seethed. “You won’t slip away like this next time!”Thankfully, he’d made a mental note of that phone number—a thin lead, but better than nothing.Suddenly, a dull ache throbbed in his chest as he pondered his next move.“The Lockthroat hasn’t been fully neutralized yet,” he muttered. “I need to find some special herbs.”Without a moment to spare, Edward decided to make his exit.He returned to his grandfather’s g

Edward suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sachet.Upon opening it, a peculiar little creature crawled out.It was entirely white, with a tiny head and two small antennae, resembling a centipede with numerous legs."Element Bug Number One, go and scan this tiger for any abnormal elements within its body," Edward instructed.The little creature nodded like a proper soldier and then soon crawled into the tiger's wound.The tiger flinched slightly, clearly uneasy, but Edward's gentle strokes on its head calmed it down in a minute."Easy there, I'm just having it check you out. Relax, I need to find the cause of your condition to cure you completely," he reassured the beast.A few minutes later, the bug emerged from the wound, now with three colors on its body: white, black, and red."Good job!" Edward said to the little bug. "Now go back and rest. I've got your favorite little pills waiting for you inside the sachet."The bug wriggled its body as if bowing to Edward b

Suddenly, a huddle of people with clown masks on their faces jumped out of a thick bush at the entrance of Blue Misty Land, holding pistols of different sizes and colors in their hands.“Who are we!?” sneered a woman dressed in a black suit. “There’s no need to tell you since you’ll soon be a dead man.”Her voice was gruff, but it sounded familiar to Edward.Yet, he could not figure out who she was from her voice immediately.“Cowards!” shouted Edward, “Like you’ve said, I’ll soon be dead. Then there’s no risk for you to spill the truth to me!!”“I have to say you’ve got damn good luck. We were supposed to lure you here, to have the mutated beasts in this Blue Misty land tear you apart, but I didn’t expect you to survive and ride out on a tiger! That’s absurd!!”“Good luck?” Edward scoffed, “It’s my ability that has helped me to survive!! Now tell me who sent you guys to kill me.”“You’ll never know!! Just blame yourself for standing in one’s way!!” the woman replied.There was a cold

“Where are you, Edward?” Nicholas asked. “I sent Ray and Jack to pick you up.”“Don’t bother,” Edward replied. “I’ll be there in a minute.”Edward once again employed his air-walking technique, bending his knees slightly before leaping swiftly onto the treetops.He moved across them as effortlessly as if he were walking on solid ground. Before long, a few people on the street caught a glimpse of this extraordinary sight and began to shout.“Superman! It’s Superman!”In no time, Edward arrived in front of Nicholas’s mansion.Nicholas lived in an exclusive neighborhood reserved for the wealthiest of the elite.Edward had never felt the least bit intimidated when it came to healing the sick, but stepping into this affluent area made him have butterflies in his stomach.Perhaps it was his upbringing in the slums, where poverty had ingrained a sense of inferiority deep within him—that caused this unease, though Edward became a billionaire in his own right now.He rang the doorbell. A man in