".......this is all I know. It's all I really know." The patriarch of the Blackwood finished explaining to Elijah, and the eyes of his grandchildren wandered around.They had just listened to the old man narrate how they came to be one of the five great families in Brooklyn Heights by destroying the name of the Langstons.Just like the other great families, the Lancasters had their parts to play too but had lived off the benefits for years."I guess all you needed was a little motivation...." Elijah pulled a golden needle from behind the old man's spine and his body became paralyzed again. He could no longer speak or move a muscle, just like the other members of his family who had also breathed in the incapacitant from the vent.He dropped the bag containing the licenses on the table and said, "Seven days from now will mark the date when the Langstons were massacred fifteen years ago. The Lancasters must gather before the grave of the matriarch, buried on the outskirts of Brooklyn He

The news about the destruction of the Lancasters' facilities in Brooklyn Heights spread faster than wildfire, and by morning everyone had their own version of the story.Those who knew the name Elijah Langston was involved in the matter didn't dare say the name in public for fear of retaliation.For fifteen years no one had ever dared to speak about the Langston name or the atrocities that might have been done to them.A good number believed the various reports from the media, which provided a version of the story for everyone to follow.Those who knew the rising great families' involvement stayed mute, as anyone who spoke about the crimes would vanish mysteriously.It had always been this way until a mysterious expert who went by the name Elijah Langston attacked the Wexlers' birthday event days ago.There were just too many witnesses that day to get the news censored and quiet.Still the same day, the Blackwoods were attacked and even had their head of security beaten almost to deat

What?Everyone in the room was shocked by the statement made by Elijah.Even George Foster had to look closely at him and ask, "Good doctor, you can really make my uncle live again?"From all the medical results he had received that morning, there was no way his favorite uncle would survive the head injury. The time of his death was slowly ticking away."That's right. He might have suffered an internal wound, but it's just a small matter that would heal with time. The wound only triggered something else..." Elijah explained gently.Physician Thomas's face was now completely pale."What nonsense?" He stamped his feet on the ground. "I have reviewed the old man's skull with several tests and X-rays. There is no way he can wake up with such damage to his head.""Well, it's either you can't see the actual cause or..." As Elijah spoke, he slowly brought out a golden acupuncture needle from his sleeve. The golden needle appeared to glow brightly under the light of the ward.The moment Phy

Somewhere in the Northern District, hidden in the forest, was a forgotten graveyard.The mounds had long since flattened, blending into the earth’s surface, their edges softened by moss and weeds.Grass and weeds grew across the uneven ground, but the shapes of the trenches were still visible, stretching in rows between the trees.The place was quiet, heavy with the sense that the dead had been left there for many years.At the center of the mass graveyard was Mia, paying respect on her knees with her head slightly bowed.She was mumbling a few crying words, but Elijah, who was standing far away at the edge of a cliff, couldn't hear her.He didn't want to.Several minutes went by before she eventually showed up behind Elijah."I finally told Mother my goodbyes..." She embraced his legs and he slightly patted her back."It's okay, Mia. Let's go home..."Elijah made to take her hand, but she shook her head. "You have to talk to her," She told him with sadness in her heart.He turned awa

Elijah and Rosalie arrived at the District N Dine restaurant not too long later, and as they made their way through the door...Rosalie told him sternly, "When we get there, you are not permitted to say anything. Just keep quiet like a good bodyguard and look intimidating.""Intimidating..." He repeated, as though he hadn't heard what she said."Yes—bodyguards need to look intimidating, and that's exactly what you will do. And don't even think of looking at any of my rich friends; I'll let my sister know. Hmph!" Rosalie swayed her figure into the lobby and he followed closely behind her. He couldn't wait to be done with this nonsense.When they came to the main area of the restaurant, only one of the glass tables was occupied by a group of four young ladies, leaving the rest of the place completely empty.Behind each of the women stood tall men in black tuxedos and shades, and they even had intimidating presences. One would think twice before getting close to any of the ladies.The