The two shadows charged forward with terrifying speed. Their hands were raised high. Francis could feel the roaring air pressure in front of his face, it was too late to dodge. He coughed, spitting out the remaining blood from his mouth, then grinned widely."Just this much?" Francis whispered to himself.He did not retreat. Instead, Francis lowered his body. His knees creaked, protesting the heavy burden forced upon them. As both of his opponent's hands nearly touched his hair, Francis spun with a very low movement. He swept the leg of one of the attackers with full force.One shadow fell, but the other managed to jump and land a hard kick right into Francis's ribs.Francis let out a suppressed groan. He knew at least two of his ribs were broken. The pain spread like fire burning his entire chest, making it difficult for him to even breathe in oxygen. However, his anger and ambition were much greater than that pain."Die!" Francis shouted.He caught the leg of the opponent who had ju

The damp room felt increasingly suffocating as time passed. Outside, the moon had already soared high in the sky. Its light pierced through the small cracks of the room. The light was dim yet it was able to show the shadows of two figures inside that place.Jordans eyes never left Samanthas actions and words for even a second. The more he thought, the more impressed he became. That woman, however one might describe it, was truly extraordinary. Not many women could be as steadfast and firm as Samantha in such a complicated situation."You are truly remarkable, Miss Samantha," Jordan whispered.The man could not help but compare Samantha to the women who belonged to the same social circles as them. They were born noble, wealthy, and adored. They might complain and scold others just because of a small mistake. Regarding a kidnapping like this, Jordan worried they might die from being too hysterical.Now Jordan fully understood why a figure like Samantha could become the youngest congress

The sound of those heavy footsteps grew louder, clashing against the damp and slippery floor. Every step that existed truly made Jordan's heart beat even faster.He glanced toward Samantha, perhaps that woman could even hear the pounding of his heart - which was louder than war drums.Unlike Jordan, Samantha appeared so calm and controlled. She stood up, smoothing her crumpled and dirty clothes - all with movements that were graceful and charismatic.Her entire demeanor was as if she were preparing to enter a congressional meeting room, not about to face a strong guard four to five times larger than her."Don't forget, Jordan," Samantha whispered without bothering to look back. "Once the door opens, I will be the one to take control. You... you only need to wait for the right moment to act. Never hesitate at all - because if you hesitate, our plan will fail."Jordan nodded without speaking much. Although he was trembling and his heart beat faster than anything... he had prepared his m

Francis eyes widened.His eyes which had turned to blood glared directly into Old Ramons ice-cold dark pupils.There... he did not find any doubt - there was only endless darkness and an overwhelming killing intent. .As if killing was something as common as breathing.As if killing Francis was just like stepping on an ant.Panic began to crawl over Francis body, embracing him in an endless feeling of restlessness.His heart pounded so hard... as if forcing its way out of his chest.His lungs felt increasingly tight, shrinking from the thinning air.He struggled, moving his hands, wanting to claw the old mans face in front of him.A final hope from someone who was so desperate.But it was in vain. Old Ramon had already paralyzed his joints.The pressure was precise...Clearly a professional.Francis was truly helpless now. He felt very desperate now.He was a member of the StormFang clan.A clan so respected, adored, the star in everyones eyes!He was a high ranking official of StormF

That loud bang echoed throughout the damp and dark cell hallway.The sound of metal clashing with Jordan's shoulder created an echo that seemed eternal.In the silence of the night... that sound felt like a landmine explosion.William Ashford jolted. His eyelids were forced wide open.He woke up with a pounding heart, his breath gasping in shock.In the dimness, he saw someone's shadow standing right in front of his iron bars."Who is that?" William whispered hoarsely. "Who's there? What happened?"His mind was still wavering.Was it a guard coming to torture him?Or was it the Angel of Death who had finally come to pick him up? Was this the end of his short life?"William tried to focus his vision on the figure that seemed to be frozen like a statue.On the other side of the door, Jordan felt the world around him stop spinning."Damn... damn it!" Jordan cursed in his heart.His fingers clenched - slightly trembling.He was truly in an extraordinary panic.Cold sweat began to soak his