“Principal Steve, I think it’s time we had a proper conversation.”Jones produced a document.Stamped clearly across it was an official statement issued by the police—a declaration of innocence.Under the biting winter wind, the paper fluttered softly.Principal Steve froze.The document was entirely beyond his expectations, catching him utterly off guard. It took him a long moment to recover from the shock before he forced out an unsteady response.“Uh… a statement from the police…” he stammered. “Well… all right. Let’s talk in my office.”……The principal’s office was lavishly decorated, a crystal chandelier casting brilliant light from above. Steve sat in the velvet chair reserved exclusively for the principal, his beautiful secretary standing attentively beside him.Frowning, Steve examined the student file on his desk.Jones. From the slums. Tuition waived solely due to outstanding grades. Forced to work part-time just to survive.Nothing impressive, he thought coldly. Just anoth

Inside the finest restaurant in Water City, warm candlelight shimmered against crystal wineglasses as an elegant waiter poured Lafite from the vintage of ’80. The rich aroma unfurled through the air.Sarah gently swirled the rose-red wine in her glass. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her beauty vivid and intoxicating—so radiant it defied description.“To our victory,” Jones said, raising his glass.Their faces drew close, the space between them filled with a sweetness so thick it seemed almost tangible.A faint blush colored Sarah’s cheeks as she breathed in the powerful, masculine scent clinging to Jones, her expression hazy with intoxication.Their glasses were about to touch—When Jones suddenly frowned.A chilling intent, sharp and murderous, surged toward him along countless lines of sight.Danger.Jones shot to his feet, pulling Sarah behind him.“Something’s wrong, Sarah. We’re heading for the back exit—now.”“What? What’s happening?” Sarah asked, startled. This wa

“No!”The roar—deep, furious, and overwhelming—thundered through the restaurant’s rear courtyard.Dragonic pressure descended in an instant.Every ordinary human present collapsed unconscious on the spot, Sarah included.The werewolf stared at Jones in astonished delight, crimson eyes burning with greed.“A dragon-blooded one?”Boom!The werewolf’s smile froze.The predatory thrill in his eyes vanished, replaced by sheer terror. He lowered his head—slowly, mechanically—and stared at the hand that had pierced straight through his chest.Drip.A single drop of foul-smelling blood hit the ground.Then it came like a torrent.Blood sprayed outward as Jones withdrew his arm, a still-beating heart clenched tightly in his grip—the heart of a werewolf, pulsing wildly as life drained from it.“How… how is this possible?” the werewolf shrieked.“That speed—are you… have you undergone a second Dragonblood Awakening? No! Impossible! Those ancient monsters are reclusive lunatics—why would they eve

In a villa on the outskirts of the City of Water, Henry slowly swirled his glass of red wine, indulging in visions of a glorious future.“One disobedient bastard is already dead,” he said with a sigh of regret. “What a pity he killed himself. I didn’t even get to savor his screams, to properly enjoy the sound of his suffering.”Henry glanced at Bob’s corpse beside him and clicked his tongue.“And then there’s that other one—Jones. A filthy lowborn. He just happened to worm his way into the mayor’s circle, and he thinks that means he’s made it? No. A mud-caked peasant will always be a mud-caked peasant.”The thought of it—being shoved into a police car, his humiliation, his bitter defeat at Jones’s hands—sent a surge of rage through him.Henry rose from his seat and strode into the hall.Lewd gasps echoed through the room. Catherine stood completely naked, flanked front and back by two towering werewolves, their powerful bodies bare. She moved in perfect compliance with every motion, h

The Lamborghini executed a flawless drifting turn, smashing through the black-clad assassins in its path and sending them flying. Red blood splattered across Jones’s calm, composed face, making him look like a cold, merciless reaper.“Kill him!” Julian roared, pointing his scepter at Jones.What Julian hated most was this feeling—when everything was firmly under his control, only to be disrupted by an uninvited intruder.Especially tonight.Tonight, Julian had betrayed humanity itself, staking nearly everything he possessed on this single operation. Failure was unacceptable.Anyone—anyone—who stood in the way of his becoming the master of the City of Water had to die.Bullets poured toward the Lamborghini. Even an expensive supercar was reduced to twisted scrap metal in an instant. Thick smoke billowed from the engine, sparks flashing violently.Boom!The fuel tank exploded.The entire car was hurled into the air, flipping three full rotations before crashing down with a thunderous im