Alistair shook his head. “I believe you were banished by the Beggar's Sect, no? What are you still doing here?”Conan let out a harsh, guttural laugh, spitting on the asphalt. "Banished? We were discarded like trash because of a nobody like you! Do you have any idea what life is like outside the protection of the Beggar's Sect? We'll have to crawl through the mud just to survive!”"Fortunately for us," Benjamin added, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light, "That fool Beggar John is too softhearted, he thought we would just need his words and leave. But of course, there's no way we would do that without dealing with you, the bastard responsible for our current predicament.”As he spoke, the other eight thugs began to brandish their guns, ready to shoot the moment Benjamin gave the word. Alistair couldn't help but be amused. “Only a fool would go as far as to blame someone else for the troubles they caused with their own hands.”“Who the hell are you calling a fool?! Courting death!

Just as Louis was about to approach the cars ahead, he heard Alistair.“You are quite the impatient man, Mister Carter.”Louis glanced in his direction only to frown. “It's you. How the hell are you still alive? Where are Conan and Benjamin?”Alistair stepped out from the shadows of a roadside tree, the moonlight catching the rusted hilt in his hand.He looked remarkably clean, his clothes unruffled, lacking even a single speck of dust from the carnage that had occurred moments prior."They're exactly where you sent them, Louis," Alistair said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Though I doubt they'll be answering any more of your calls. They’ve moved on to a place where your family's wealth holds no value."Louis felt a cold shiver crawl up his spine as he looked past Alistair at the two SUVs.He could see the slumped silhouettes of his hired muscle through the windshields.The silence of the night was suddenly oppressive."You... you killed them?" Louis stammered, his bravado beginning t

“Is that so?” Alistair nodded. “Alright then.” Then, he walked away, acting as though he didn't notice the tension in the air. He made his way up to the penthouse only to pause at the door. Closing his eyes, he released his spiritual energy only to detect a distinct, blood-soaked signature in the penthouse. Indeed, his suspicions were spot on.Intrigued, he opened the door with his card and walked in.Then, he walked directly toward the stairs. The murderous aura he detected just now was coming from the master bedroom on the second floor.His footsteps were extremely light, especially when he stepped on the soft carpet.He remained silent all the way until he reached the door of the master bedroom before kicking it open!With the strong impact of his kick, the door flew open and slammed against the wall behind it.Caught off guard, the figure behind the bedroom door let out a muffled grunt as the wooden door slammed against his nose before he could even react, and wedged him betwe

Due to everything that had happened, Alistair hadn't had the time to submit the divorce papers to the court. It was best to get it done as soon as possible.So, he took out his cellphone and dialed up Ronald Ray, his divorce lawyer. “Good morning sir.” Ronald Ray remarked once the call connected. “I'm sure you know why I'm calling,” Alistair said. “Of course, sir. The divorce papers have been signed?”“For a while now. I'll send you my address, come and pick it up.”“Sir, my apologies but I would like to request that not just you, but your wife also accompany me to the court to submit the papers.” “Why?”“I don't know if you are aware, but because of the national laws on marriage, there's a mandatory cooling-off period that every divorcing couple has to go through.”“I'm aware.”“For this reason, the judge requires both individuals in the marriage to be present during the hearing.”“Is that so?” Alistair muttered. “Yes sir, so if possible, it would be best if you and your wife a

Judge Miller, a man whose face seemed carved from granite, peered over his spectacles as the group approached the bench."Case 402, Reid versus Connor," the judge droned, his voice echoing in the nearly empty room. "Counsel, I see the petitioners are present. And... who is the third party?"Tristan straightened his tie, flashing a practiced, charming smile. "Tristan Cole, Your Honor. Supporting the petitioner, Sara Connor."The judge’s gaze didn't soften. "Mr. Cole, unless you are a legal representative or a witness to be called, please take a seat in the gallery. This is a private hearing."Tristan’s smile faltered, and he slunk back to the wooden benches, casting a venomous glance at Alistair’s back.Alistair, however, remained as still as a statue, his presence commanding a gravity that seemed out of place for a simple divorce proceeding."Let's proceed," Judge Miller said, opening the file. "I have the signed settlement agreement here. Mr. Reid, you are waiving all claims to Conno