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Chapter 158: Ugly Face Of The Past
Lei heaved a heavy sigh. “I um… I met him in high school. He was the hottest guy in town. But as you must have figured, I really didn’t give a damn. I did not give a fuck about him or any other person.” She laughed bitterly, but there was no joy in it. “I cared more about rebellion. About burning down everything the world said I couldn’t touch.” Miles leaned on the wall, arms folded, eyes steady. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t smirk. Just listened. “We met at Blackwell Academy.” “That elite school up in Kowloon?” Miles asked. Lei nodded. “Elite, yeah. You remembered,” she scoffed. “Elite, it was, sure. But behind the walls, it was a pressure cooker. Rich kids. Abandoned kids. Perfect kids pretending they weren’t broken. I fit right in.” Her voice lowered. “Viktor wasn’t just charming. He was a leader. He had… this way of making you believe you were part of something bigger. Something righteous. We hated the rich. The real ones. The ones with billions who let people rot.” She t
Chapter 157: The Past That Won't Die
Outside, the streets buzzed with midday noise. When Miles flagged down a rusty old taxi, Lei raised an eyebrow. “Really, dude? A taxi? You do know what Uber is, right?” He frowned. “I… I don’t have the app.” “Wow. You really did spend half your life in a bunker. Tragic. And now you’re a millionaire. You should have your own damn car. Not be hailing taxis like an old man.” “I’m still figuring stuff out,” he said defensively. “Well, start by not flashing that black card around,” she whispered sharply. “You might as well hang a sign that says ‘please rip off my arm and steal my money.’ Bad guys can smell wealth like sharks smell blood.”********** They soon arrived at a boutique with glowing glass signage that shimmered in pink and gold. Maison de Lumière. Lei whistled. “Holy crap. This is fancy. First time I’ve been inside.” They walked in. Everything looked like it belonged in a rich kid’s fever dream—soft silks, designer sneakers, perfume hanging in the air like music. Lei da
Chapter 156: Morning Rituals
“Boo!” “Mā de! Don’t scare me like that again!” Miles grumbled, jolting upright in bed, his pulse pounding. Lei stood by the curtain, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. “Why not? You’re a Model. You shouldn’t be scared, right?” “Haha, very funny. Thanks for the reminder.” “You are most welcome,” she said with a theatrical bow. “Anyway, get up. We’re going to the supermarket today. I’ve already made a list of all the things I want. And we're getting pants. Proper pants. I love the…” Her words faded into the background as Miles narrowed his eyes at her. “Your… your eyes,” he said, squinting. “Did you even sleep last night? Or do you ever sleep at all?” Lei blinked, the dark rings beneath her eyes like smudged kohl paint. She gave a crooked smile, half-proud, half-defensive. “Sleep is for people with boring lives,” she said, tugging at her hoodie. “I sleep when my body crashes. Not a minute before.” Miles raised an eyebrow. “That sounds… unhealthy.” “That sounds productive
Chapter 155: Midnight THoughts
That night, Miles could not sleep as his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What if his mom were truly alive? Who really was Galy? Where was the island Lei talked about? If all of this were true, does that mean there was another Master Long, only, he deceived people, he is a good man? That is, the man Lei called Grandmaster Long. He got up and looked into the sky. He had come a long way. He reflected on the times when good meals were a luxury, and good clothes were a dream. Even freedom and peace were fleeting, almost mythological things, like stories told by firelight, half-believed and half-forgotten. He remembered sharing scraps of bread with the other boys, the gnawing hunger that was a constant companion. The threadbare clothes that offered little protection against the cold. And the silence. That heavy, stifling silence punctuated by the occasional shout or the clang of a distant door. That silence meant fear. Fear of the unknown and the unknown. Now, the silence here was di
Chapter 154: Acceptance?
“But how?” he asked. “Well, I. Do. Not. Know, handsome,” she giggled. Miles ran a hand through his hair, then gripped the roots, overwhelmed. “So what now? I’m some lab rat property of a goddamn empire? Just because my wounds close too fast and I don’t get sick?” Miles shook his head. “But… I was just a boy. A normal boy. I had a family.” “Yeah. Didn’t we all? Who knows, maybe you may have their blood in you. Or perhaps, Long Shen injected the shit in you guys’ blood without your knowledge. Could be anything.” Silence. Just the fire crackling now, spitting embers like the world was mocking him. “But Galy,” Miles said suddenly. “Galy saved me. He helped me. He gave me the card.” Lei’s gaze sharpened. “Galy?” “Yeah. He’s this man. Older. American. Strong, rich, mysterious. The guy who saved me and the other dudes from Long Shen, and gave me the card. Said I could use it for anything.” Lei narrowed her eyes. “Did he tell you who he really is?” “No. He just said his name was G
Chapter 153: Lei
Miles was confused. “Uncle, I don’t remember you having a daughter,” Miles said, staring at the girl. Pretty she was. She looked like one of those goth girls with her black oversized hoodie, the sleeves nearly covering her hands, and sharp metal rings glinting from her fingers. Her straight black hair framed her pale face like a curtain, with bangs slightly parted just enough to reveal two piercing gray eyes—eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and trusted too little. Dark eyeliner circled her eyes with surgical precision, making them appear almost feline, and a silver stud gleamed on the side of her nose. She wore faded jeans, ripped at the knees, and heavy combat boots that clunked with each step like she was never trying to be silent. There was a certain rebellion about her—like every part of her look was a middle finger to the world. She didn’t smile. She didn’t soften her presence. She just existed—loudly, silently, and unapologetically. “Yeah, well,” she muttered, taki
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