Arion, irritated by her words, retorted while holding back his anger. “Sandra Willy, as a police officer, you should speak based on evidence! How can you call me a thug?”Clarissa was stunned to see the two of them meeting under such circumstances. “You two know each other?” she asked in confusion.“Hmph, Clarissa, be careful. This man is clearly a thug!” Sandra continued bluntly.Clarissa felt deeply uneasy. “Sandra, are you two really here to help me tonight? Why must there be rivalry here?”She quickly pulled Arion into the car with concern. “Tell me your real plan, now!” she demanded anxiously.Seeing Clarissa’s distress, Arion ignored Sandra and pulled two small packets of flour from his bag. “Miss Youth, like I said before, if you want to make evidence, do it on a big scale. If that she-dragon comes to run a check later and finds drugs on Sandy, we’ll be the ones to win!”Sandra, who had previously ignored the term “she-dragon,” now looked at the packets in Arion’s hand with obv

Sandy had never imagined Nadine would ask Arion to treat his wife. Although his wife’s illness wasn’t a secret, Nadine’s gesture was surprisingly considerate. This offer tempted Sandy and made it hard to refuse.But he hesitated, unable to conceal his worry. “I really can’t believe this. I’m deeply grateful to Miss Frinchy and also for the guarantee you just gave me, but…” He feared choosing sides too soon, since the risk would be enormous if Nadine failed to overcome Julian, who had long been trying to seize his position.He was clearly caught in a dilemma, torn between risk and the hope of his wife’s recovery.“My wife has been sick for years, and despite visiting many hospitals, there’s been no improvement at all,” Sandy said despairingly. His eyes brimmed with hope, desperate to know how much Arion could really do, and whether the risk was worth it.Arion read Sandy’s unease and felt confident his approach was working. With conviction, he said, “I’ve treated cases like hemiplegia

Everyone present was now in grave danger. Arion seethed at such cruelty, treating life as worthless.“Master, be careful! This beast has been given a blood sacrifice. If it wounds you, it’ll grow even wilder, and you’ll be poisoned!” Nara’s voice rang in Arion’s mind.“Blood Sacrifice.” Arion had read about it in ancient medical texts. An arcane ritual from ages past when medicine and sorcery were one. Blood Sacrifice instantly amplified strength—rare, but not impossible to perform.Who could have guessed this woman wielded such dark arts!With grim resolve, Arion unleashed a chilling aura. Facing a blood-sacrificed Mastiff, he knew he had to fight with everything.Once released, the Tibetan Mastiff roared in fury and lunged at him.Arion’s Demon-Sealing technique activated. His movements blurred, leaving ghostly afterimages.The Mastiff, trained to kill, leapt savagely, jaws wide, aiming for Arion’s throat.“Careful, Master!”At the critical moment, Nara, without waiting for orders,

“My son, you know how difficult it is to deal with Arion, don’t you?” As soon as she returned to the villa, Sally immediately called out to her unreliable son. Her face showed deep anger.Martin, seeing his mother’s anxious expression, instantly understood how serious the situation was. Still, he was shocked. If his own mother had reached this point, then Arion truly was a serious threat.“Answer me. I’ve warned you before, but you’re stubborn,” Sally said furiously, her sharp gaze fixed on Martin. “You don’t understand how complicated this is. Even my Tibetan mastiff died at Arion’s hands!”Martin drew in a deep breath. This result was astonishing. His mother’s Tibetan mastiff was notoriously powerful, and it could only be subdued with extraordinary strength!“Be honest, did you investigate Arion beforehand?” Sally asked, her eyes tense, demanding certainty from her son.“Miss Sally, I did investigate him,” Martin said seriously, his face tightening. “This man’s background is very si

“Well, Doctor Rand, you truly guessed it right,” Arion admitted sheepishly, unable to deny the truth.Rand didn’t dwell on Arion’s words. He simply nodded calmly. “If that’s the case, then I believe tonight, Sir Edward will face no danger.”After saying this, Rand stood and led Arion into another room. There, on the bed, lay an elderly man. His hair was completely white, marking his age of well over sixty. But what struck Arion most was the absence of life’s breath from his body. It was as though the soul had departed, leaving only a powerless shell.Anyone else would have assumed the old man was already dead. Yet to Arion’s eyes, there was a faint trace of warmth—emanating from a piece of ancient jade hanging at the man’s chest. The jade gave off a subtle heat, shielding the body from absolute cold. It was the barest sign of life, like the last flicker of a flame struggling to endure the darkness.Holding his breath, Arion peered deeper with his sharp vision. Instantly, he recoiled i