The Nation of Erose. In a dim, luxurious bedroom, a handsome man leaned back lazily against the headboard. He looked about twenty-five, with a powerful build and a cigarette tucked between his fingers, its smoke curling slowly toward the ceiling. Beside him, a gorgeous blonde rested her head on his chest. Her eyes were a clear blue, and her curves were the kind that would make any man swallow hard. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, while his other hand stroked her smooth thigh, casual as anything, like it was the most natural thing in the world. That man was Evan. "Young Master Evan." The woman tilted her head up, her voice sweet and clingy. "Are you sure you want to move to Chine?" Evan blew out a stream of smoke and shrugged. "What can I do? My family told me to. Besides, I'm not going there on vacation. I've got an important mission." Her lips went straight into a pout. She gave his arm a little shake. "Then what about me when you're gone? Take me with you, okay

It was Mosa who answered instead. "Brother, before he left the organization, Duan asked to have his cultivation sealed." Evan raised an eyebrow. He gave Duan a strange look, like he was staring at a man who'd tied his own hands before walking into a kennel full of dogs. "You asked to be sealed?" he said. "And then you just let them beat you up like this?" Duan finally lifted his head. His split lip twisted into a bitter smile. "I did it on purpose, Brother. I wanted to test her." His eyes flicked toward the bride. "I wanted to know if she'd still want me if I was just some ordinary guy with no power and no money. Turns out that bitch only cares about power and money." Evan went quiet for a second, then let out a short laugh. Some of the anger faded from his face. "Good." He patted Duan on the shoulder. "Good thing you did that. Now you won't spend your whole life getting played by a bitch." "Who are you calling a bitch?!" The bride let go of Fero's arm and took a step forward

That same night, in a lavish hall at the Feris family residence, the mood was heavy and suffocating. A lot of people had gathered there. Some were from Serli's family, the rest from the Feris family itself. In the head seat, Old Master Ferdi sat with a dark face, his fingers drumming nonstop on the armrest. The hall doors opened. A neatly dressed man walked in, looking defeated. "Well? Did you find out who that damn kid is?" Old Master Ferdi asked. The man lowered his head. "His identity can't be traced at all, Old Master. I only found one thing. He just arrived in this city this evening, on a private plane from Erose." Old Master Ferdi narrowed his eyes. "Erose..." he muttered. "That's one of the strong nations. Could he be from one of the powers over there?" Nobody could answer. "Father, so what do we do?" A grown woman spoke up, her eyes full of tears. She was Fero's mother. "We can't just sit here and do nothing after that bastard wrecked Fero's face like that, can we?"

Vanessa and Bianca hadn't expected Evan to know that much detail. The way he explained it was casual, like someone chatting about the weather. But strangely, there wasn't the slightest doubt in their hearts. They both believed him completely. "Oh, right, one more thing." Evan held up a finger. "Black Crow is one of the ten biggest assassin organizations in the world. Number seven, to be exact." Bianca swallowed hard. Number seven in the world, and yesterday those people had pressed a gun to her head. Vanessa took a slow breath, then lowered her head slightly. "Thank you for the information, Young Master Evan. It means a great deal to us." "It's no big deal. Relax." Evan waved it off. Then his smile turned mischievous. "By the way, though, a lot of people are after you right now, Miss Vanessa. How about you hire me as your personal bodyguard?" Vanessa gave him a flat look. "How could I possibly dare to hire you as my bodyguard, Young Master?" "Why wouldn't you dare? If you w

"You've got some nerve, yelling at my woman and threatening her right in front of me." Evan's voice was flat and cold. "Are you tired of living?" Young Master Dean leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. His chest felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Evan with a look of horror. This man hadn't touched him at all. He had only waved his hand. A cultivator. The street thug he'd insulted a moment ago turned out to be a cultivator. "You... you..." "Get the hell out of here." Evan didn't even bother to look at him. "If you're not gone in three breaths... I'll finish you off!" Young Master Dean struggled to his feet, one hand pressed against his chest. He staggered toward the door, but before leaving, he still managed to look back with eyes full of hatred. "Just you wait! I'll pay you back for this humiliation!" "Go on, run and tell that old geezer with one foot in the grave back at your house," Evan rep