High above the treacherous, rolling waves of the international high seas, the harsh sun beat down upon a solitary, ominous landmass known only to the terrifying legends of the underworld as Alchemy Demon Island Prison.The roar of a twin-engine AW-101 Merlin helicopter tore through the silence, its rotors slicing the humid, salty air with a deafening rhythm. As the aircraft began its descent, the massive downdraft whipped the dry earth below into a frenzy, creating a blinding sandstorm that seemed to rise up and swallow the sky, obscuring the sun itself.Two figures emerged from the cabin, stepping onto the cracked, sun-baked concrete of the landing pad. An old man, dressed in a dignified Traditional Tunic Suit that fluttered violently in the wind, stood alongside a young woman. They walked to a designated waiting area outside the colossal iron gates of the prison and stopped.The wait was long. The sun was merciless.The young woman’s face was flushed a deep crimson from the oppressi

"Let me handle this," Winter Lacy said, her voice cool, detached, and commanding."Everyone, step back! My Lady can save her!"Tina Cheney, the sharp-tongued secretary, shoved Jack Brooks aside with surprising force. She glared at him with a mixture of disgust and superiority, her eyes practically screaming at him to stop defiling the scene with his presence.The crowd watched in astonishment as the dynamic shifted. The ragged young man was pushed to the periphery, and the elegant, icy beauty took center stage.Winter Lacy reached into her pocket and produced a small, elegant leather case. She unfurled it to reveal a row of gleaming Silver Needles, shimmering under the harsh fluorescent lights of the airport terminal. With practiced precision, she began to insert the needles into the elderly woman’s body.She targeted specific locations: the Guanyuan Point on the lower abdomen, the Juque Point near the solar plexus, and the Tiantu Point at the base of the throat, along with ten others

"Young Master Bailey, you... you bought a painting by Master Mason Wainright and gave it to Manager Lewis on my behalf?"Tia Sutton rushed to Perry Bailey's side, her face a mask of shock and awe."Hey! Tia, don't get so excited. We're good friends; this is something I should do!" Perry Bailey laughed warmly, but as his gaze drifted toward Jack Brooks, his eyes turned cold. "And who is this?""Just a toad who just got out of prison. Ignore him!" Diane Lee walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried wood ear mushrooms, her voice dripping with sarcasm."Young Master Bailey, you are too kind. It's enough that you came to visit, but spending so much money to help Tia... you really have a heart!"She shot a dirty look at Jack. "Unlike some people. Haven't seen him in years, and when he finally shows up, he doesn't even bring a fart!"Jack Brooks ignored her barbed comments. He looked Perry Bailey up and down calmly."That painting was my gift to Uncle George," Jack said flatly

Everyone froze on the spot, listening to Jack Brooks count."One.""Two.""Three.""Four."When Jack Brooks took the fifth step, Frank Zane suddenly lurched forward.Pfft!He sprayed a mouthful of dark blood onto the rocks. His head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.Boom!It was as if a bomb had gone off in Tom Zane’s head. His mind went blank with panic. He scrambled to catch the old man, cradling him in his arms."Dad! Dad!"Tom Zane frantically began Pinching the Philtrum, shaking his father's body, trying to wake him up. But the old man didn't react. If anything, his condition worsened—his pupils began to dilate, staring unseeingly at the sky."This medicine..." Tom Zane stared at the thermos in horror."The Old Master suffers from Excess Lung Heat Syndrome," Jack's cold voice drifted back to them. "His energy is stagnant and blocked. To feed him something like Century-Old Wild Ginseng, which is a powerful Qi tonic, is like pouring oil on a fire. It

The atmosphere outside the Skydream Club shifted instantly, dropping from the high-energy buzz of socialites to a suffocating, terrified silence. The name Myriad Dragons Chamber wasn't just a business label in Northriver; it was a synonym for the underworld, a brand built on blood, broken bones, and absolute dominance.To the wealthy heirs and heiresses gathered here, the Chamber represented a dark authority that superseded the law. And within that hierarchy, the The Five Wardens serving under Victor Zane were the executioners. They were known for their ruthlessness, their unpredictable violence, and their complete lack of regard for consequences.For Jack Brooks to demand an apology from Connor Shaw—one of those five legendary tigers—wasn't just brave; in the eyes of the crowd, it was tantamount to suicide. It was like a rabbit demanding an apology from a wolf for stepping on its tail.Perry Bailey felt the cold sweat trickle down his back. He stepped in