The cold wind from the broken glass window blew softly through the ruined penthouse boardroom. Director Thomas lay flat on his belly, his body shaking like a leaf in a wild storm.His eyes were wide with pure terror as he watched Leo Sterling turn around and walk away with Supreme Commander Logan. The local branch of Harrington Materials was completely dead, its entire multi billion dollar supply line turned into dust in less than an hour.Twenty minutes later, far across the river line inside the massive stone fortress known as the Iron Castle, a crystal wine glass slammed hard against a heavy marble wall.The glass shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, dark red wine splashing across a giant gold framed painting. Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk was Lord Harrington, the supreme leader of the Global Commerce Council. His face was twisted into a terrifying mask of pure rage, his deep purple scar glowing hot against his pale skin.Director Thomas was shivering on the screen of a

The four giant military transport helicopters hovered right over the border checkpoint, their massive blades spinning so fast they blew the heavy rain back up into the dark sky.The blinding white searchlights pinned Commander Drake and his fifty border soldiers in four huge circles of bright light. The deep, vibrating roar of the engines shook the ground beneath their boots like a massive earthquake.Commander Drake stood frozen in the wet mud, his fat face turning a sickening shade of pale green. He looked up at the sky with wide, terrified eyes. Printed clearly on the shiny black sides of every single helicopter was the giant golden crest of a dragon claw.It was the official seal of the Dragon Vanguard, the supreme special force that answered only to the ruler of the nation.Before the corrupt captain could even speak a single word, long heavy ropes dropped down from the open doors of the aircraft. Forty elite vanguard soldiers dressed in thick black armor slid down the ropes with

One hundred million dollars, Lord Harrington’s booming voice echoed sharply through the grand ballroom of the Oakhaven Royal Palace Hotel. He lowered his gold bidding paddle with a heavy, arrogant snap.A proud, wicked grin covered his wrinkled face as he leaned back against his velvet chair, resting both hands on his diamond topped cane.The surrounding foreign oil lords and multi-billionaires let out collective gasps of pure amazement. One hundred million dollars for a single ancient seal was a terrifying amount of cash. The rich guests looked at Lord Harrington with deep respect, whispering eagerly among themselves about the vast power of the Global Commerce Council.Look at that, a foreign tycoon whispered loudly, shaking his head in awe. Nobody can match the raw cash reserves of Lord Harrington. He is a true master of global wealth.Lord Harrington turned his sharp eyes toward the back row, fixing Leo Sterling with a gaze full of absolute, face slapping scorn. You see that, boy?

The entire ballroom remained completely frozen in total, breath taking shock. The young hotel waiter stared down at his silver serving tray with wide, bulging eyes.His hands trembled so violently that the small water glasses rattled against each other. On his tray rested the ancient Sovereign Dragon Seal, a priceless royal treasure worth five hundred million dollars in cold cash. Leo Sterling had just handed it to him like a worthless piece of plastic tip.Thank you, my Lord, the young waiter squeaked in a shaking, terrified voice, dropping to his knees on the velvet carpet. Thank you so much.Leo Sterling did not even look back. He tucked his hands casually inside his black leather jacket pockets and walked calmly out of the grand ballroom, followed closely by Supreme Commander Logan.Lord Harrington stood in the center of the room like a frozen stone statue. His face was a horrifying shade of pale green, and his deep purple scar throbbed with intense, burning rage. Hundreds of mult

The icy cold hand on the lead assassin's neck felt like a heavy iron clamp forged in a mountain furnace. Before the killer could even react, Leo Sterling twisted his wrist with explosive, terrifying power.Crack.A sharp, hollow snapping sound echoed through the pitch black bedroom. The lead assassin let out a short, choked gasp as his spinal cord shattered into tiny pieces.His sharp poisoned dagger slipped from his numb fingers, crashing loudly onto the floorboards. His heavy body went completely limp instantly, collapsing onto the thick velvet carpet like a wet sack of flour.The remaining two contract killers froze in total, horrifying shock. Their heartbeats hammered against their ribs like wild drums. They were the Ghost Blade Trio, the most dangerous underground monsters in the entire western hemisphere. Yet, their proud leader had just been erased in less than two short seconds by a twenty year old boy using his bare hands.This boy is a demon, the second killer shrieked in a