All Chapters of The Return of The Phantom General : Chapter 141
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Hospital Bill
"Pull his IV line right now. This man doesn't have a single cent of insurance coverage to pay for his room."The shrill voice of a middle-aged woman pierced the darkness enveloping Caleb's consciousness. He opened his eyes very slowly. The incredibly pungent smell of carbolic acid and the constant beeping of an ECG machine instantly assaulted his sense of smell and hearing. The glaringly bright fluorescent hospital lights blinded his vision, forcing him to squint.Caleb found himself lying stiffly on a narrow medical bed. His body was wrapped in thick bandages around his chest and stomach. A sharp, throbbing pain instantly welcomed him."Where am I," Caleb thought, trying to move his fingers.His head suddenly throbbed violently. Fragments of foreign memories flooded his brain like a broken cassette tape forced to play. Arthur Pendelton. That was the name of the foolish man who had bequeathed this flesh vessel to him. Arthur was the CEO of an inve
Locked Out of the House
"So this is what it feels like to be a worthless mortal human," Caleb muttered softly.The fresh blood flowing from the corner of his lips tasted incredibly metallic. Caleb Thorne pressed his palms onto the rain-slicked asphalt, forcing Arthur Pendelton's fragile body to stand up. His knees shook violently. The pain from his three broken ribs felt as if it were tearing his flesh from the inside every time he took a breath. The thin hospital patient gown clung to his shivering, freezing skin.That night, beneath the city's pouring rainstorm, the former Shadow Emperor began to walk. There were no ectoplasmic wings to carry him shooting through the sky. There was no bulletproof sedan waiting for him. There was only a pair of mortal human legs that had to be dragged step by step for five kilometers through the deserted streets.His military survival instinct kicked in. His brain calculated the main priorities. He needed dry clothes to prevent fatal hypothermia
A Friend Turned to Stone
"You look like a filthy rat just dragged out of a sewer, Arthur."Richard's cold voice echoed bouncing off the marble walls of his luxurious law firm lobby. The senior lawyer who had always bowed respectfully and offered Cuban cigars every time Arthur Pendelton visited, now stood with his arms crossed, his gaze incredibly disgusted.Caleb Thorne stood with wet, rattling breath. His thin hospital gown was soaking wet from rainwater and brown mud due to Elena's guard's kick a few hours ago. The pain from his three broken ribs kept piercing his internal organs every time he took in oxygen. However, he forced this fragile body to stand tall."I didn't come to discuss my appearance, Richard," answered Caleb flatly. "Open your law firm's safe. Take out the emergency protocol documents I entrusted to you last month. Marcus forged the signature for the transfer of the company's main assets. We will freeze all his banking access today."Richard laughed softly. A very crisp and dismissive laugh
Tears of a Stranger
"You truly are a nobody in this city anymore, Arthur Pendelton. Even a stray dog on this sidewalk has a better shelter than you."Caleb Thorne muttered softly amidst the roar of heavy rain pounding the asphalt. His violently shivering body forced itself up from the dirty puddle in front of the luxury building lobby. No one helped him. People ran looking for shelter, assuming the man in hospital clothes was just a drunk or hallucinating crazy person.Caleb dragged his legs, which felt like blocks of lead ice. A high fever began to burn his new body's internal temperature. His vision was blurry, his muscles cramped holding back the cold. He kept walking aimlessly, entering a narrow alley that was dark, dingy, and smelled sharply of urine due to piles of wet garbage.The former Shadow Emperor slumped down and leaned behind a rusted iron trash can. He hugged his knees, trying to conserve his thinning remaining body heat.He stared at his own mud-dirty
Cardboard Palace
"I will make them beg for death."The words slipped from Caleb's lips smeared with fresh blood, blown away by the fierce and freezing night wind. Heavy rain continued to fall, turning the narrow alley into a river of dirty mud. The bite wound on his arm throbbed painfully, but the pain succeeded in driving away the remnants of the shameful crying from within him.However, defeating emotional hysteria did not make his physical body immune. The air temperature plummeted sharply approaching the freezing point. The thin, soaking wet hospital clothes clung to Arthur Pendelton's pale skin. The fever that had been lurking earlier now exploded violently, burning his body's internal temperature while his outer skin shivered from the cold."If I keep sitting here, this body will die of hypothermia before morning," calculated Caleb incredibly coldly. His military brain refused to surrender to natural conditions.Caleb forced himself to stand, holding onto th
A Dirty Fight
Right as the thug's fingers were about to pull the shoelaces, Caleb Thorne's eyes, lying on his side, suddenly snapped wide open in the darkness.There was no ectoplasmic light. There was no shadow magic appearing. However, the cold glare of the war general burning from within the darkness made the air around the bed instantly feel suffocating.Caleb's left hand shot through the darkness with absolute military precision. In one lightning-fast movement that could not be anticipated by any street thug's instinct, Caleb's fingers tightly gripped the wrist of the man touching the tip of his shoe."What are y—"The thug's words were cut off instantly. Caleb twisted his enemy's wrist very brutally and quickly in the opposite direction of its natural joint.CRACK.The sound of the index and middle finger bones being forcibly broken sounded very loud, breaking the snoring inside the shelter hall."Aaaaarrrghhh!" screamed the thu
The Missing Memory Fragments
"I cannot win a war against a giant corporation with a ruined physique like this," Caleb thought coldly. His eyes stared at his hands trembling from muscle weakness.An absolute and painful tactical realization enveloped the general's mind. He could no longer rely on pure strength to destroy his enemies. This mortal body had to be retrained from absolute zero. And until this body was ready to become a killing weapon again, he had to use weapons that were far more deadly and invisible.He had to use Arthur Pendelton's genius brain and the intrigue of world espionage to take revenge in the most elegant human way.The next morning, the air inside the underground social shelter facility felt much stuffier and smelled more of urine than before. The dim morning sunlight pierced through a small vent near the ceiling, only enough to cast a little shadow over the rusted iron beds.Caleb Thorne sat on one of the long plastic chairs in the communal room fill
Rearranging the Chessboard
"Where are you going with those ribs sounding like broken tree branches, Young Man. Sit back down before you freeze to death on the sidewalk."The hoarse voice of the old man next to Caleb broke the former God of Death's intention. The old vagrant who had spat earlier seeing the television news now stared at Caleb's chest with a furrowed brow."The air outside is freezing the asphalt. You step out now, tomorrow morning the sanitation department will pick up your corpse on the edge of the gutter," continued the old man, offering a glass of warm plain water on the sticky plastic table. "Drink this. You still have a fever."Caleb Thorne stopped his steps. He took a slow breath. A sharp pain pierced his chest cavity again. This old man was right. Arthur Pendelton's body was still too weak to jump straight into the streets without mature mental and physical preparation. If he fainted in the middle of the road, all his plans would be ruined before they began.
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Goodbye, Arthur Pendelton
"Where are you going in wet clothes and messy hair like that to the city center tonight?"The hoarse voice of reprimand came from behind Caleb Thorne's back. The old former miner who had been lying on the bottom bunk now sat looking at him. His blurry eyes assessed Caleb's appearance from head to toe."My appearance is none of your business, Old Man," answered Caleb flatly without turning his body. His hands tightened the used gray coat he had just taken from the donation pile."The police will arrest you immediately before you manage to cross two city blocks," the old man laughed softly. A laugh that ended with a dry cough. "They will think you are a crazy vagrant who just escaped from a mental hospital. Especially with that fresh blood stain still clinging to your shirt collar."Caleb stopped his steps in the lobby doorway. His eyes stared sharply at the asphalt street pounded by heavy rain outside the glass window. The old man's logic was one h
Access Denied
"Three Euro coins for one hour's rent. Don't vomit on the keyboard, or I'll break your fingers," grumbled the internet cafe guard with a clove cigarette tucked between his lips.Caleb Thorne placed the remaining metal coins he had taken from the shelter thug's pants pocket earlier onto the dirty glass table. Heavy rain still dripped from the hem of the used gray coat wrapping his body. He did not reply to the cheap threat. His incredibly cold and deadly stare made the tattooed guard immediately turn his face away and point towards the dark hallway in the back."Cubicle number thirteen. At the very end," added the guard with a suddenly softened tone.Caleb limped down the narrow hallway. Incredibly thick cigarette smoke hung in the air, mixed with the smell of cheap alcohol and dried sweat. This place was a dingy cyber cafe in the city's red-light district, a haven for street hackers, fugitives, and illegal data sellers. The perfect place for someone who di