All Chapters of The Return of the Almighty Dragon Jackal: Chapter 1 
				
					- Chapter 10
				
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				Chapter 1: WHEN MOTHER WAS SLAUGHTERED
			
“Mom! Promise me you and Dad will celebrate my birthdays forever!” Andrew’s small voice drifted across the decorated courtyard, light and hopeful, rising above the whisper of the lake and the rustle of leaves. Six candles burned on the chocolate cake, their glow dancing in his wide, innocent eyes. He leaned closer, lips pursed, as if the stars themselves might hear his wish. Elena’s smile suddenly froze, her hand trembled where she steadied the cake. For a second, the flamelight caught the tremor in her fingers. Her eyes flicked to the trees, towards the shadows clinging there, thicker than they should have been. She kissed her son’s hair, soft and lingering, as if the moment needed holding. Her voice was gentle, yet strained with something unsaid. “Forever is a beautiful wish, my love.” Andrew beamed, chest swelling with pride. His little brother Richard cooed from the basket beside them, kicking his tiny feet at the sound of laughter. Andrew spun on the picnic blanket, dizzy with
				Chapter 2: Forged with Fire
			
The mountains had no birthdays. No candles, no balloons, no frosting on lips. What Andrew found instead was silence, discipline, and the endless echo of his mother’s last breath. For weeks after Master Yuan carried him from that bloodstained clearing, Andrew beseeched himself to sleep with Richard beside him, whispering questions no child should ever have to ask. Where was his father? Why did his mother have to die? What was the tattoo? Each time, Yuan’s answer was as cold as stone yet as steady as truth: “To question an injustice before you're strong is to die before your destiny begins.” Andrew learned to stop asking. The days in Zhenlong Province were merciless. He woke before dawn and stood barefoot on frozen stones, lungs burning as mist clung to the mountain air. He balanced on poles above waterfalls until his knees buckled. He carried buckets filled with water, arms stretched so far the muscles screamed for release. He stumbled through combat drills until his skin split, then
				Chapter 3: Rain of Bad Luck
			
The gate loomed before him, black iron twisted into patterns that once promised safety but now carried the sharp edge of memory. Andrew stood frozen, Richard’s fragile weight strapped to his back. Fifteen years had passed, yet the house beyond looked untouched—polished bricks, trimmed hedges, the fountain spilling its endless tears into the koi pond. He pressed the buzzer. Static hissed. Then a rude worker's voice, sharp, clipped, perfectly designed to wound even in its brevity. “Yes? Who the hell are you? What do you need?” Andrew leaned close, voice steady. “Tell him his sons have come back alive!” The silence that followed stretched into something suffocating. Then the gates creaked, heavy and reluctant, until they parted. He stepped inside, each footfall echoing with a finality he couldn’t ignore. The air was heavy, perfumed with something sweet but suffocating. He adjusted Richard’s body on his back and forced himself forward. The mansion door burst open. Carina stood in the f
				Chapter 4: Signed and Sealed
			
The air inside the Rogers estate was suffocating long before the lawyer opened his briefcase. Andrew could feel the walls pressing in on him, painted with the sneers of ancestors who seemed to watch silently from their portraits, waiting to see how far he would fall. His father had been gone barely a week, yet the house had already shifted its loyalty. The corridors whispered with strange footsteps, the staff looked through him instead of at him, and everywhere he turned, Carina's shadow loomed, silk-wrapped and poisonous. Olivia trailed after her like a smirking echo, chewing gum while wearing black lace as though the funeral had been a stage play rather than a farewell. When Andrew stepped into the drawing room, his chest felt carved open. The mahogany table stretched like a gallows between him and them. Carina sat at the head, spine straight, lips blood red, every inch the grieving widow for an audience that wasn’t here. Olivia lounged at her side, flicking her hair back with delib
				Chapter 5: SOLD TO THE UNDERWORLD KiNG
			
The rain whispered against the tall windows as if it knew what secrets were about to be born inside. Carina sat behind Roger’s mahogany desk with a cigarette bleeding smoke into the air. She had never smoked when Roger was alive. Now she needed it, needed something to fill the hollow pit inside her chest. Papers lay scattered across the desk, red stamps bleeding across their faces. “Rejected” “Denied” “Frozen” Her husband’s empire—frozen with him. His accounts, strangely locked. His assets, bound in endless litigation. Although she wore the crown now, the kingdom was chained and choking. Her eyes flicked to the laptop screen. St. Delphina’s Academy of Arts. Urgent Reminder. Olivia's tuition Payment Overdue. Final Deadline: 7 Days. Her throat closed. “They’ll teach your daughter to hold a violin in Switzerland,” she muttered, dragging smoke into her lungs, “but won’t wait a week for their blood money.” The knock came like a soft threat, measured and calculated. And before she coul
				Chapter 6: THE DUNGEON KING 
			
The training yard reeked of blood and sweat, and the sound of fists against flesh was louder than the gunfire cracking in the distance. Andrew stood in the middle of the dirt ring, shirt clinging to his back, knuckles split open, chest heaving as another body hit the ground. His vision swam, but he didn’t falter. He had no right to. Not here. Not under Edward Thorne’s eyes. It had only been a week since he’d been dragged into this world, and already he was unrecognizable, not just to others but to himself. He was Edward’s property now, the latest animal in a yard built to break men until they forgot what it meant to be human. “Again,” Victor barked, shoving another fighter into the ring. “This one bites harder. Let’s see if you still stand when he’s done with you.” Andrew didn’t even blink. The man lunged, but instinct moved faster than thought. A twist of the arm, a sharp crack, a groan collapsing to silence. Andrew stood over the crumpled figure, chest rising and falling, his breat
				Chapter 7: DEATH CAME KNOCKING
			
Andrew stood in the private wing, the silence heavy enough to choke. Edward’s voice broke it with the kind of calm that always hid a blade. “You’ve grown into someone they fear,” he said, pacing in front of the fireplace. “But fear is a fragile crown. Loyalty decides who keeps it.” Andrew’s chest tightened. Praise from Edward was never without a hook. He stood straighter, but his hands felt clammy. “I’ve done everything you asked.” Edward’s smile was too smooth. “Not everything. Not yet.” He slid an envelope across the polished table. Andrew hesitated before pulling it closer. Inside was a name, bold letters that turned his blood cold—YUAN SHEN. His mentor. His father in all but blood. The air left his lungs. “You can’t be serious! You want me to kill Master Yuan?” Andrew whispered. Edward’s gaze was sharp, unreadable. “I am very serious. He’s a loose end. And loose ends burn empires to the ground.” Andrew’s throat constricted. Memories flashed—the man who had taught him to fight,
				Chapter 8: NOW YOU DIE AS A FAILURE
			
The storm gave them cover. Black clouds rolled heavy above, thunder cracking like warning drums, and the forest floor turned slick under the weight of rain. Andrew’s hand clutched Cynthia’s as if letting go meant death itself. Behind them loomed the estate—a fortress of steel, blood, and betrayal. Ahead, only shadows and the unknown. Her breath came ragged, yet she refused to slow. Andrew’s grip guided her over roots, across the uneven earth, through a darkness broken only by flashes of lightning. Every sound carried danger—the snap of a twig, the bark of a dog, the sudden slice of a searchlight stabbing the night. “Faster,” he urged. His voice was firm, not panicked, but Cynthia heard the strain in it. She knew this was no simple escape. It was defiance carved against a world that never forgave. Then it happened. A flare lit up the sky. Shouts echoed. Dogs barked, hungry and wild. “They’ve seen us,” she whispered, fear cracking her voice. Andrew didn’t answer. He scooped her off 
				Chapter 9: A PERFECT SCAPEGOAT 
			
Andrew’s heart hammered, not from the fear of dying but from the sudden crack that tore through the night. A gunshot—sharp, ruthless—splintered the moment. Edward screamed, his voice ripped from his throat as pain lanced through his hand. The gun fell from his grasp, crashing into the mud with a dull thud. Andrew blinked, stunned. Edward staggered back, clutching his bleeding wrist, eyes wide with disbelief. From the shadows, a figure emerged, steady, unhurried, and unshaken by the chaos he had just created. Lightning split the sky, and for a heartbeat, the shadow took form. It was Frank—Carina’s newlywed! Edward’s lips quivered. His voice cracked. “Frank?” Andrew pushed himself slightly upright, confusion clashing with instinct. He narrowed his eyes at the silhouette. His voice was hoarse but edged with suspicion. “You didn’t come here to save me, Frank… You came for something else, didn’t you?” Edward’s knees buckled. His face twisted in horror. “So… you… you’re alive, Black?” 
				Chapter 10: HE MUST HAVE KILLED THE BOSS
			
The faint and sharp cry of a hawk pierced through the thick morning silence. Andrew stirred as a pain throbbed across his back. The roots beneath him had dug deep into his spine, and every bone in his body ached as if it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. Something was dragging him. Strong, gloved hands gripped both his arms tightly, and his bare feet scraped against the jagged path of stones, roots, and sticks as he was pulled through the wilderness. He couldn’t fight it. His limbs were weak, his body still groggy from whatever chemical Frank had stabbed into his skin.His eyes struggled to open, heavy like iron gates. Blinding sunlight stabbed into his pupils, forcing them to clamp shut again before he finally blinked his way into some sense of clarity. When he looked to his right, then to his left, confusion flooded his chest. The uniforms. The badges. The holstered weapons. Police. Actual police.What the hell was going on?Why were police officers dragging him through the f