With the excitement of the previous day finally behind him, Sunday gradually became one of the quietest days Dylan had experienced in a long time. After returning to the hostel and giving Ryan the meal he had bought for him, Dylan realized that there was surprisingly little for him to do. He had no lectures to attend, no delivery shifts scheduled, no immediate business matters requiring his attention, and for once, nobody was demanding that he solve a problem for them.Ryan eventually left the hostel to handle some personal business, leaving Dylan alone in the room.Dylan spent most of the morning resting on his bed, occasionally checking his phone and scrolling through social media without paying much attention to what appeared on the screen. His mind still returned occasionally to the encounter with Brandon's men, especially the strange timing of the martial arts reward he had received that morning, but he eventually pushed those thoughts aside.There was nothing he could do about i

Amelia stared at Dylan in shock. She had witnessed his strange reflexes before, but this was different. Dylan had controlled Henry's movement effortlessly. Henry's face reddened with humiliation. "You..." He took a step backward. Then he shouted toward the doorway. "Guards!" His voice echoed through the lounge. "Get in here!" The door immediately opened. Two large men dressed in dark suits rushed inside. They were Henry's personal guards, who had been waiting outside the private lounge. The moment they saw Henry clutching his arm, their expressions changed. One of them looked toward Dylan. "Sir?" "Get him!" The two guards moved simultaneously. Dylan barely had to think. The first guard rushed forward and attempted to grab his shoulder. Dylan stepped aside. He caught the man's arm, redirected his momentum, and sent him crashing into the side of the sofa. The second guard attacked immediately. Dylan blocked his strike and countered with a precise movement that forc

The doctor paused for a moment before answering.With proper treatment and rehabilitation, he has a good chance of recovering. However, because the injuries involve both legs, the rehabilitation process could be lengthy. Returning to competitive basketball will depend on how well he responds to treatment."Those words struck the group harder than anything else.Returning to competitive basketball.That was the question hanging over Luke's future.Dylan looked toward the emergency doors.Luke had spent years building his basketball career. He trained almost every day, endured exhausting practices, and sacrificed countless hours that other students spent relaxing or enjoying themselves.Basketball wasn't simply something Luke liked.It was his dream.It was the path he had chosen for himself.And now someone had nearly destroyed it in a single attack.Dylan's fists tightened."How much will the surgery cost?"The doctor hesitated briefly."The current estimate for the surgery and immedi

Dylan's expression changed instantly. He closed the holographic interface and locked his phone."Nothing."Ryan narrowed his eyes. "Nothing?" He repeated, staring at him suspiciously."You've been sitting there smiling at your phone like you just received the best news of your life."Dylan shrugged. "I just have a good feeling about today."Ryan stared at him for another moment. "You're weird."Dylan laughed. "You should go get dressed. We don't want to be late for class."Ryan nodded before suddenly remembering something. "Right." He threw the towel onto his bed. "We also need to stop by Luke's faculty."Dylan's expression immediately became serious. "Exactly."The excitement he had felt from his latest rewards faded slightly..After getting dressed, the two roommates left the hostel and headed toward the university's basketball facilities.Westbridge University was one of the most prestigious private universities in the region, and its wealth was apparent almost everywhere they wen

Veronica looked at his clothes."Yet you're standing here with a school bag on your shoulder dressed like an ordinary college student."Dylan's expression became cold."So?""So you're claiming you bought a four-million-dollar vehicle."She laughed."Do you understand how ridiculous that sounds?"Dylan looked at her."I have a question.""What?""Does this dealership judge customers based on how they're dressed, or is that simply your personal standard?"Veronica's expression stiffened."It doesn't matter."She waved dismissively."The problem is that Dave shouldn't have brought you into this area. I'll excuse it this once because he's new."She pointed toward the exit."Now move. Mr. Landon and his companion are here to purchase a vehicle."Dylan remained where he stood.Mr. Landon, however, had suddenly become uncomfortable."How much did you say the car cost?"Veronica answered confidently."Over four million dollars."Mr. Landon's face changed for barely a second."Four million?"