"Take my blood!" Julius shouted. "My blood type is the same as Grandpa's!" Doctors and nurses rushed around him, their faces filled with worry. "Mr. Julius , donating 1200 ml is extremely dangerous. Under normal circumstances, blood donation is limited to 200–400 milliliters. The amount you are planning to donate has far exceeded the safe range. You could risk losing your life because of it!" A nurse warned, "We can't—" "I can!" Julius's voice was firm. The nurses exchanged worried glances before beginning the procedure. Julius barely flinched when the needle pierced his vein, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form of his wife's grandfather. The man who had saved his life years ago, who had taken him in when he was nothing more than a broken warrior, and who had given him a family he'd never had. "You’re pushing your body." One nurse warned, concern evident in her voice, “You may experience severe dizziness, weakness—" "I don't care," Julius interrupted, his l

As Julius's body gradually succumbed to the darkness, his pulse grew weaker and weaker, its frequency almost disappearing into the void. After the two individuals left, the nurse on her rounds pushed open the door and immediately noticed something was wrong with Julius. She quickly shouted and had him rushed to the resuscitation room. In the resuscitation room, the doctors surrounded Julius, various instruments (emitting urgent beeps), and they performed rescue measures with lightning speed: chest compressions, defibrillation, a series of operations carried out smoothly. However, Julius's heart rate was like a meteor falling from the sky, rapidly sliding towards zero. The doctor's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the nurse beside him was also busy handing over various instruments. But when the doctor was about to give the blood transfusion order, he was told that the hospital did not have enough blood in stock at the moment. Everyone's heart instantly s

"I finally found you, Julius.”His sharp gaze landed on the woman who had spoken, still holding her umbrella over his head. Her smooth tan skin was glowing and her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. A brown trench coat was draped over a silk dress, far too elegant for this part of town. Clearly, she didn’t belong here. “Excuse me, but how—” This was the moment he met her black eyes, and his question shifted instantly. “Have we met before?” The woman’s lips lifted into a radiant smile. “I knew you would recognize me! I don't know if you still remember it, but you saved me on the battlefield once. I never got to hear your name, but I heard them call you the Julius.” Julius stared at her, as his mind tried to sift through the memories. “I’ve been searching for you for seven years. I know it’s a long shot, but I wanted to find you, and repay the kindness you showed me. Will you come with me?” Julius let out a chuckle, mocking himself while gesturing at

The gang leader was sprawled across the table, coughing and gasping, struggling to get some air. Julius had loosened his grip, but hadn't let go completely. The leader's men stood frozen in their places, their eyes jumping like ping-pong balls between their boss, and the man who had single-handedly brought them to their knees, without even breaking a sweat. The leader's trembling hand clutched at the edge of the table as he tried to regain his composure. The terror in his eyes was visible, despite all his attempts. “Who the hell are you?” he rasped. Julius didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small metallic ring, and placed it on the table in front of the gang leader. The moment the leader's eyes landed on it, all color drained from his face. His body stiffened as if he had been turned to stone. His lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, his breathing grew rapid and uneven, like a cornered rat realizing the c

The Primrose Hill was floating majestically at the port, shining in the soft glow of twinkling lights and the golden hues of the sunset. The crest of the Morgan family was displayed on the bow of the 150-meter-long luxury yacht. The Morgan family was like the royals among the elites, and tonight, this floating palace would host the most exclusive summit of the year. Guests were already gathering at the stern, where the security guards were checking the invitations before allowing them to get on board. But something else fascinated the attention of the guests, who were still waiting for their turn to board. At the bow of the yacht, a special boarding gate had been arranged. Unlike the regular entry, a red carpet was rolled out to welcome the mysterious guests– but right now, it was completely empty. “Honey, let's go take a look." Kenneth nudged Quella, as they were still quite far behind in the line. They walked over, and he looked at the exclusive entrance with longing eyes. “I