"Now, let's start the grouping," Ryder began, his expression slowly became serious as he stood up. "For fairness sake, I'll mention each group and what they'll do, then you can conveniently either rearrange yourselves and if you're okay with the group you're in, each group would decide where they want to belong," Ryder continued raising his hands, "The first group would be the combat unit," Ryder started, his voice getting serious with each second. "And just like the name suggests, you'll focus purely on combat. You would be skilled in using any kind of weapon and also adapting to any situation you find yourselves in." Ryder explained, his eyes burning with clarity. There was no need to talk too much about each group as he was sure each of the men would understand. "The next would be the Medical team," He continued raising his second finger. "And just as the name suggests, you'll be responsible for the Medical treatment of every single person within the group." Don't worry, I'l

(The Next Day) "Brother, what happened the night before? Aunt Olivia seemed to enter our rooms multiple times as if to check up on us," Jasmine and Fiona approached Ryder who was about to head to the station. "There was a robber, so I asked her to keep an eye on you to make sure you were safe," Ryder explained, lying without batting an eye. "Ohhhh," Fiona and Jasmine muttered, nodded, then headed back to continue to slack off. "Off to the station," Ryder announced walking out of the villa, wondering what surprises would be waiting for him. In no time, he got to the station. The moment he got to the door, the officers surrounded him almost immediately as if they were waiting for him. "Sir," One of them called, his head down, the others Aldi didn't dare look at Ryder. "Why haven't you all gone back home to rest?" Ryder raised his brows wondering why those on the night shift haven't left. "Sir, something happened after you left," the officer gathered his courage and reported. "W

(The Next Day) "Brother, aren't you going to work today?" Fiona asked, staring at Ryder who sat on the sofa watching the TV like he had nowhere to be. "I'll be going to work, but, not now, I need to watch a show first," Ryder grinned, his eyes gleaming dangerously. The show was about to start soon. Kelvin had called him a few hours ago and told him he had already released the information and proof of the Harrisons' family evil act. But he was worried it wasn't going to get to where Ryder wanted it to get to. At most, it would stay within Orange County. But would Ryder allow that? He had already informed the Cooper and they would handle the rest, making sure it went beyond Orange County. Fiona blinked not understanding what Ryder was talking about, and just sat with him watching the TV. Olivia on the other side smiled wondering what exactly Ryder had in mind. Seemed like she should get ready to watch a good show. Before long, the loud ring of Rdyer's phone cut through the silen

Ryder froze for a second hearing this. Then slowly shook his head. Did this old man think he was for sale? Not to say that he had his own money and even if he didn't, there was no way he would give in. He had his own moral compass, so there was no way he was going to allow those sinners to be free. "Old, you're quite generous aren't you?" Ryder chuckled, "if you put it that way, I might actually have a price," Ethan froze at Ryder's first half, then a glint flashed hearing the second half. Seemed like he was not wrong. Ryder had a price, it was just that he was more expensive than the others. "Tell me, how much do you want?" Ethan spoke after a while, a sinister smile spread slowly across his face. "Are you sure you'll be able to afford it?" Ryder raised his brows, his brows narrowing into a line. "You don't have to worry. The Brown family can give you what you want, no matter how much it is," Ethan reassured, knowing well he had to be patient with Ryder, else be wouldn't get

"Sir!" The officers on night duty rushed to assist Ryder the moment he stepped into the station with the assassin and the sniper rifle. "Throw him into the cell," Ryder ordered letting the officers restrict the man as they dragged him to the cell. He then took the rifle into his office. Now he had a gun. As for the assassin, a smile etched on his face as he seemed to know the man's fate, but there was no need to think about it. "Sir, what happened?" The officers gathered around Ryder the moment he stepped out of his office. "That idiot tried to snipe me, but unluckily, he was caught," Ryder shrugged, acting like he just didn't face mortal danger. Though if the bullet had hit him, he wouldn't have died. He had the rejuvenating pill, coupled with the fact that he was a cultivator, even though his powers were not that advanced yet, he still wasn't going to die that easily. Seemed like he would need to increase the time he used to cultivate. The faster he could break into the