Inside the Grand Imperial Hotel ballroom, the terrified socialites and businessmen scrambled backward toward the walls, knocking over chairs and tables in a mad rush to stay out of the fight.In the center of the red carpet, the twelve elite martial artists of the Sterling Family surrounded Leon and Dark Knight without leaving a single gap to escape.Leading the encirclement was Protector Scar, a ruthless Heavenly Realm expert that Patriarch Harold Sterling had spent ten million dollars a year to hire as the family's chief guardian."Brat, you should have stayed hidden in whatever rat hole you crawled out of!" Protector Scar sneered coldly, cracking his knuckles as surging Heavenly Realm Qi wrapped around his fists,"Take him down! Remember Young Master Victor's orders, break his limbs and leave him breathing!" He barked to the eleven Core Formation and Nascent Soul guards around him."Yes, Protector Scar!"Without hesitation, all twelve martial artists lunged forward at the exact sam

Bright and early the next morning, the sun had barely risen over the treetops of Dark Knight's secluded estate.Allen strolled into the wide backyard training ground wearing a brand-new designer tracksuit and limited-edition running shoes, a towel draped casually around his neck.After a full night of rest and Leon's acupuncture, his bruises had completely faded, and his confidence had bounced right back up.In his head, even if that creepy guy called Shadow looked scary, martial arts training for a beginner couldn't be much harder than a high-end boxing class at a fitness club right?Well, that naive thought lasted right until he stepped onto the stone courtyard and stopped on his tracks.Under the shade of a wooden pavilion to the side, Leon was lounging comfortably in a wicker chair, sipping a cup of fragrant green tea.In the center of the training ground stood Number 5, holding a thick bamboo staff in one hand while four heavy iron vests, lead leg weights, and a steaming wooden b

Inside the Grand Imperial Hotel ballroom, the terrified socialites and businessmen scrambled backward toward the walls, knocking over chairs and tables in a mad rush to stay out of the fight.In the center of the red carpet, the twelve elite martial artists of the Sterling Family surrounded Leon and Dark Knight without leaving a single gap to escape.Leading the encirclement was Protector Scar, a ruthless Heavenly Realm expert that Patriarch Harold Sterling had spent ten million dollars a year to hire as the family's chief guardian."Brat, you should have stayed hidden in whatever rat hole you crawled out of!" Protector Scar sneered coldly, cracking his knuckles as surging Heavenly Realm Qi wrapped around his fists,"Take him down! Remember Young Master Victor's orders, break his limbs and leave him breathing!" He barked to the eleven Core Formation and Nascent Soul guards around him."Yes, Protector Scar!"Without hesitation, all twelve martial artists lunged forward at the exact sam

Half an hour later, Leon met a beaming Alice outside the front gates of Bio Pharmaceuticals and got into the passenger seat of her compact red sedan.All the way toward the southern hills of Oakdale, Alice chattered non-stop about her acupuncture notes, her eyes shining with admiration every time Leon lazily corrected one of her medical theories.Soon enough, the car wound up a quiet, tree-lined mountain road and pulled through the carved wooden gates of the Reed Family Estate.Unlike the flashy modern villas of the Blackthorn family, the Reed estate was built in a classical courtyard style surrounded by bamboo groves and antique stone lanterns."Grandpa, Uncle Howard, I brought Dr. Leon!" Alice called out happily as she led Leon into the spacious main hall, which smelled faintly of bitter boiled herbs.Inside the hall, a white-haired old man in his seventies, Old Master Walter Reed, was leaning against a carved rosewood couch wrapped in a thick wool blanket despite the warm weather.

Silence hung thick inside the traditional main hall of the Reed family estate.Old Master Walter Reed pushed himself up from the wooden couch without even reaching for his walking cane.He stretched his arms wide and let out a long, booming breath that echoed clearly across the room.For the past three months, every single breath had felt like swallowing broken glass mixed with ice. Now, a warm, soothing current flowed smoothly through his chest, making him feel at least ten years younger.Dr. Donald stared at the old man with his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets."I... Impossible!" Dr. Donald stammered, his hands trembling as he took a step back,"How could nine silver needles pull out actual frost mist from a person's lungs?!"That shouldn't be medically possible right? He had practiced traditional medicine for over forty years in Oakdale, yet what he just witnessed completely shattered his worldview.Howard Reed on the other hand stood frozen in place, his face burning hot