In the medical tent, Felicia sat with a blanket covering her body which was still trembling from the residual shock. Around her, the Principal and the teachers stood with pale faces, begging with cold sweat pouring down. "Miss Felicia... please help us," whispered the Principal in a hoarse voice, his hands trembling. "I beg you very much, do not tell your father that Kevin and his friends were the ones who caused you to run and slip. If the Big Boss knows there are students who triggered this accident, our school could be closed this very day. Our careers will be ruined, Miss." Felicia looked at them with a flat gaze. She was sick of seeing this hypocrisy. Earlier she did run to stop Kevin who was about to hit Kaelan, and because the ground was slippery, she slipped. Kevin did not push her, but Kevin was the reason she was in that dangerous position. However, Felicia knew, if her father knew the details, her father would not care about intentions. Her father would level this school

Mrs. Beatrice ended the call as quickly as lightning. Her rude expression instantly disappeared, replaced by a terrifyingly sweet mask. She gave an eye signal to the other women who were gathered there. "Ssst! Change your attitude! Kael is carrying a lot of money!" Mrs. Beatrice whispered excitedly. In the yard, Evelyn, who was hanging clothes to dry, immediately turned around. Seeing her son getting out of a luxurious car, her expression changed drastically. She put on the perfect mask of an innocent village woman who was shocked. "Kael!" Evelyn cried. She ran toward her son, both hands covering her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Oh my God, Son! What did you come home in? Why is it so luxurious?" Evelyn's acting was perfect. However, behind her seemingly shocked eyes, Evelyn looked at the Alphard indifferently. There was not the slightest admiration in her heart. "Just a box with wheels," Evelyn thought coldly. A car like this was nothing compared to the facilities of

There was a subtle vibration in the air. Kaelan's leg muscles tensed, filled with energy that made him feel as light as cotton yet as strong as steel. Kaelan slowly opened his bedroom window so that the hinges would not squeak. He looked outside. Quiet. ZRAP! Kaelan's figure disappeared from the room. His first target was Mrs. Martha's house, an old widow at the end of the alley who lived alone and was often sick, but had never once complained or spoken badly about others. Kaelan stopped in front of Mrs. Martha's worn-out house. With a lightning-fast movement, he slipped a black plastic bag through the air vent above the door. BUK. The sound of it falling was soft, enough to be heard but not enough to startle the heart. Kaelan did not wait. He immediately sped away again. The second target, Mr. Ben. A market laborer who had five young children. Mr. Ben was an honest man, even though his neighbors often owed him money, he never got angry. His house was in the worst condition,

Everyone who was busy working turned their attention toward Brad. Although they had already guessed that Brad's story must be full of lies, they still listened. Especially after Kaelan had received a suitcase full of money as a reward. Mr. Ben nodded repeatedly in belief. He was not surprised about the distribution of money, because news about a group of rich people handing out thick envelopes to local guides had already been widely heard at the market since morning. It turned out that the rumor was true, and the amount really made people shake their heads in disbelief. Satisfied with boasting while finishing his grilled meat, Brad hurriedly jumped down when he saw Kaelan come out of the side door. He wiped the sauce from his lips with the back of his hand and then stood straight with a comical respectful attitude. "Reporting, Boss!" Brad greeted with his cheeks still bulging full of meat. "The troops are safe, logistics are safe, and my stomach is safe too. Ready for orders!" "If

Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged forward. The short sword in his hand swung vertically, aiming at Kaelan's head. It was a deadly attack from someone who was already used to hurting other people. Kaelan stared at the attack calmly. The Ancient God Bone energy that he had activated made his perception much sharper. When Ted swung his arm to slash Kaelan's head, Kaelan had already moved. Fast. Very fast. His left hand moved to brush Ted's wrist aside, deflecting the direction of the short sword. At the same second, Kaelan's right hand darted into Ted's open defense. His fingers clenched hard and struck a vital point. The armpit. BAANG!!! "AAAHHH!!" Ted screamed in pain until his voice pitched high. Kaelan targeted that point not without reason. The armpit bone is a fragile bone and becomes one of the fatal human weaknesses. In that area, the upper ribs are not protected by thick muscle. Therefore, when struck with internal energy, the bone is easily crushed and paraly