Meanwhile, Anthony and Caroline Hill, led by Raymond, arrived at the Phoenix Pavilion.Inside the private room sat a solemn-looking middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, dressed in a crisp white shirt. His short hair was neatly trimmed, though streaked with gray at the temples. The lines on his face told of time and experience.“Mr. Jones, this is Mayor Kingsley Hamilton of Silverhaven City,” Raymond introduced respectfully.Anthony glanced at Kingsley Hamilton, a flicker of sharpness passing through his gaze. He nodded and said, “Nice to meet you, Mayor Hamilton.”Kingsley studied him with curiosity, smiling warmly. “Mr. Jones, I must say, I’m impressed. To become the Vice President of the Medical Association at such a young age—truly admirable.”But instead of accepting the praise, Anthony stared at him for a moment, then calmly said, “Mayor Hamilton, if you ask me—you’re sick.”Instantly, the mayor’s expression froze.The smile on his face stiffened as he responded, voice low, “Mr.

In that split second, the assassin pulled the trigger.Bang!Bullets tore through the night sky, whistling toward Anthony.But just as the rounds flew, Anthony summoned the energy within him. His body trembled slightly—And in a flash, a golden energy shield formed in front of him.Clang!The bullet struck the barrier with a sharp, metallic ring, as if it had hit a wall of steel.“What?!” the assassin gasped.He fired several more rounds in rapid succession.Bang bang bang!Muffled by the silencer, the shots sparked against the golden shield.Ding ding ding!None of the bullets made it through.The assassin was stunned.He didn’t hesitate—his finger tightened on the trigger again.But in that moment, Anthony moved.Thud!A deep, dull impact echoed.“Ugh!” the assassin cried.He hadn’t even seen what happened—only a blur of shadow before his whole body felt like it had been hit by a freight train. He was sent flying, crashing more than ten meters away, his gun skidding across the groun