Meanwhile, the Shadow of Death wasn’t hiding on top of any high tree canopy at all. He was grounded right behind the trunk of a tree in the darkness. His heavy Sniper Rifle was resting inside a big, natural hole bored into the trunk of the tree, aiming directly into the clearing where Elijah Langston stood illuminated under the pale moonlight. His right eye was pressed strongly and confidently into the thermal scope of the rifle he was using to view the dark environment. It was a military-grade thermal scope that allowed him to see crystal clearly in the dark, and thus, he had just clearly watched Elijah Langston casually catch that bullet meant to end up buried deep in his skull. That was supposed to be the killing shot! Huh? How in the name of Heaven was that physically possible?! His brain didn’t even have a second to process what had just happened when he watched his targeted prey casually flick the bullet straight back in his exact, hidden direction. The Shadow of Death had

Serena looked deeply at his gloved hands, and a heavy gulp nervously went down her dry throat as she hesitated to politely say, “I do not mean to be rude or improperly intrude on your personal privacy. I am just curious about what happened...”If anyone looked closely right now, they would immediately notice that this man no longer had his palms or his fingers. All that was left inside those leather gloves were blunt stumps. She could still vividly remember that he had his hands completely intact at the Old Central District bar that night, but later that exact same night when he came to apologize to her at the hospital, he was already missing his hands and was utterly sorrowful.Did this maiming have anything to do with the underground king, Jafari D. King? Everyone in the entire city was aware of the ruthlessness of the underground system in their dealings, but her DiLaurentis family was surely not associated with them in the slightest. Even the great and aristocratic families in

Mia’s large, innocent eyes simply looked up at the furious Margaret, refusing to utter a single word in response to the woman’s aggression. “Hey! I am talking to you! How dare you look back at me?! Do you not have a single ounce of respect for your elders?!” Margaret stomped her heel against the floor and moved her threatening frame forward, but the exhausted Serena quickly stood in her mother’s way. Wanting to de-escalate the situation, Serena reached into her purse, pulled out two currency notes, and gently handed them over to the quiet Mia, warmly saying, “Make sure you get enough to eat...” She patted the little girl away with a soft hand and turned back to face Margaret, who was still vibrating with annoyance. “Mom, please... that is just a child...” Serena pleaded softly.“That is a grown child. But what does that have to do with me?! Why is she calling you Big Sister?! That is too much money! Do you casually give dirty hospital beggars our hard-earned money now?! Do you not k

“Ah…!” Rosalie’s agonized cry rang out through the hospital as her ruined body crashed onto the floor, slid forward, and finally landed in a humiliating, crumpled heap. Her mother and aunts could only stare, their powdered faces frozen in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. None of them had expected what had just happened, including Serena, who was the first to react to the stunned silence.“Big Brother…!” little Mia cried, running to his mud-stained frame with tears streaming down her face. She threw her thin arms around his legs and clung to him tightly, as though he were the only safe place left in the world.“Don’t worry anymore, Mia. I’m here now. I will never let anyone bully you again…” Elijah said softly and warmly, his murderous attention now fixed on the groaning figure collapsed in the hallway.Margaret rushed over and tried to lift her sobbing daughter from the floor, only to see that Rosalie’s clean teeth were now bloodied and her beautiful face was swollen to the si

Meanwhile, just outside the atmosphere of the brightly lit private clinic, the mud-stained frame of Elijah Langston slowly walked out through the glass doors, gently and protectively holding little Mia’s fragile hand as they were welcomed by the freezing night air.“Big Brother... are you angry right now...?” Mia softly inquired, her tiny voice trembling in the cold wind as she nervously fiddled with her bruised, delicate fingers, completely intimidated by the terrifying aura he had unleashed inside the hospital just moments ago.Elijah forced a warm, reassuring smile to hide everything that he had inside, gently squeezing her small hand as he softly said, “Of course not. I can never be angry at you, my sweet Mia.”“Not me... Are you angry with Sister Serena? Those terrible, arrogant people said a lot of bad, vicious things about you in there. I tried to tell them, Big Brother. I really tried to tell them all that you are not a useless person...” she told him, her large, innocent eyes