Xander walked aimlessly through the street, even though he had acted strong back there, his heart was still ripped apart.
The skies broke his bond, a splash of water wetted his skin. He decided to pay homage to the last man that he had good memories of. The elder of the Wilson family that has brought him over to get married to his eldest daughter.He was the last man that ever treated him like the human being he was. Xander drew a really deep breath.Getting over to the grave of Mr. Patrick, he fell to the floor not caring if the floor was already dripping over with mud."Thank you for everything that you did for me." His appreciation was preceded by a deep sighIt was already dark. He didn't even have a place to call a home but he was not returning to that mini hell hole.While he continued to walk, he heard a shrill cry from ahead from afar. He drew a stop and listened closer. It was a female voice and she was deep in despair.His reflexes picked off together with his reflexes and he made a run towards her direction.Before him stood a stunning lady. Her gaze was enough to pull any off from his feet. And her perfect figure bulging out.From the clothes that she was putting on, she could already tell that she was a member of a really big class family, even more than the Wilson family.Laying on the floor, she was still keeping her cold demeanor as she shrunk under the shadowy glaze of two muscle hunks."Don't come close to me. Or I am going to make you pay for it. Her words were firm."My guards are going to come running to this place soon and you are not going to like what they are going to do to you if an heir falls off from my head." She threatened.The two men whose belts were already pulled off, revealing their boxer briefs, laughed viciously.Though she was afraid, she didn't show it, confident even in the face of death."You don't have those fancy toys of yours here darling. But you do have us and we are going to give you the best treatment ever." They shot a vicious stare at her.Soon, a still voice echoed throughout the hall of the woods and they paused."Step away from the lady." The voice came again.They turned around towards the sound of the voice, and their gaze met with Xander.They expected to see a beast but were rather disappointed by the looks of an ant. He looked malnourished and easily tossed by the east wind.If there was anything. He needed protection for himself. How could someone like him challenge them?So how was he expecting to save a lady from two monsters when compared to his minute size?His burst of laughter forced itself out from their lips as they stared in belief. "How brave." They didn't realize when a drop of tear escaped from their eyes.Lina gritted her teeth with anger and disbelief. "What's he doing here? Does he have a death wish?" She muttered under her breath."How can you confront to men?" She flared at how stupid he was to embrace his own death.But her harsh statements were ignored as he went ahead to say."Didn't you just hear what I said? I said "step away from the lady right this minute." His voice was filled with much authority.The men in the place paused their laughter walking over to him with deadly frowns on their faces."Or what?" They glared at him staring right into his eyes waiting for what he was going to say.They revealed that they were armed, bringing out their pockets, knife and dagger from their pockets.Xander was sweaty even in the chilly cold but he was determined not to leave the lady in despair and cowardly away.He paired with a helpless Lina who was looking lost and confused at the same time not knowing what to do."At my signal run away." He said to her, gesturing with his head but she was not buying his idea, even for a moment."The scumbag." She gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath."Why the heck is he doing this?" She whispered to herself.There was a flinch in her facial expression as she went further to say."Stop trying to act heroic already. You are outnumbered. Save yourself while you can." She replied not wanting any man's blood on her handBut Xander was rather stubborn. He flung towards the men, through kicks at them. More like throwing his strength into the air.Even though there was just one of them, he was malnutritioned and there was no way that he was going to win.He knew already that he was no match for the hunks even with their weapons, he was just trying to buy time for Miss. Lina to run.He tried as much as he could to talk to her with his eyes but she wasn't ready to listen to him even for a single moment.Xander was frustrated to the extent that he gritted his teeth. "Will you just listen to me for once?" She gritted."Do it now, your life is worth a thousand more than mine. At least you will be able to achieve more." He yelled.But even before he could complete the statements, one of the men ran out of patience, stabbing him right through the chest.Blood guards out from his mouth and his chest."Dung." The sound emitted from his fall to the ground and flood sprinkled on his clothes and aim, running down his hands and down through his fingers to the ring that was handed over to him by his father.Lina shrunk, a strand of tear escaped from her eyes even without her knowledge of it.While her head was bowed, a green light emitted from the ring in his fingers. But it was so faint that none of them noticed this.
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY
The news of his demise spread like wildfire, a whisper of tragedy that soon turned into a public lament, his name etched in the annals of local heroes, a hero who had fallen in a quest to save a friend, a hero who had died in a blaze of glory.Back at the ballroom, Lina stood by the window, her eyes fixed on the cityscape, her face pale and drawn, her body wracked with sobs. The wedding cake, a testament to the dreams they had shared, now sat in the corner, a bittersweet reminder of a love lost, a life shattered.The sun, a cruel and mocking orb, peeked over the horizon, casting a pale, sickly light over the sprawling cemetery. It seemed to mock the sorrow etched on the faces of the mourners gathered there. The air hung heavy with grief, a tangible weight pressing down on their hearts. It was the day of Xander's burial, a day that had been so eagerly anticipated just weeks before; a day of celebration, of vows, of a lifetime together. Now, it was a day of mourning, a day of tears, a d
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE
The warm morning air carried the scent of jasmine and wisteria, a sweet, heady fragrance that danced around Xander as he stood on the balcony with Lina. He held her hand, her fingers slender and cool against his palm, and his gaze swept across the bustling city below. The vibrant lights of the city throbbed like a giant, pulsing heart, a constant reminder of the life he had built, the life he was about to build with Lina.The ring, a band of polished silver etched with intricate symbols, sat comfortably on his finger. It was the ring that had shielded him from harm, the ring that had made him feel untouchable, a beacon of power that he could draw on. The ring was a constant reminder of his escape, his journey from a humble, forgotten corner of the city to the heart of its power, a rise that was as unlikely as it was exhilarating.But as he watched the twinkling lights and felt Lina's closeness, he felt a different kind of power, a warmth that spread through him like a gentle flame. It
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT
Xander sat awkwardly on the plush armchair, its soft cushions offering little comfort. Across from him, Mr. James, a man whose face usually held a gloomy expression, sat with his shoulders slumped and a worried frown etched on his brow.'Where is Lina?' Mr. James finally asked, his voice a low rumble.'She's resting,' Xander replied, his voice tight with worry. 'The poor girl had suffered too much.'He couldn't bring himself to say more, not after the past few weeks. The events had been a whirlwind of betrayal, pain, and a chilling realization of the true depths of the Dragon Group's influence.Mr. James, as if sensing Xander's feelings, leaned back in his chair and sighed. 'It's all my fault,' he whispered, his eyes flickering to the floor. 'If I hadn't joined the Dragon Group, none of this would have happened.' He looked at Xander, his face breaking into a heart-wrenching expression of regret. 'I was so naive. I thought they were just a business group, a powerful engine of progress.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN
The rage that had been simmering inside Xander since the first encounter with Scarface, the man with a face etched with cruel scars, bubbled over. The scene in the cellar replayed in his mind – the fear in Lina’s eyes, the taunts of Scarface, the taste of his own blood, the desperate fight against the Dragon Group. But then, the words of the old man, his mentor, echoed in his mind. The old man had said, 'Sometimes, forgiveness is the hardest choice, yet the strongest. It lets the poison go, not just for them, but for you too.'Xander turned to Lina, who was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. He knelt before her, his gaze lingering on the bruises that dotted her arms and the scratch on her cheek, his heart a knot of anger and concern. He wanted to tear Scarface limb from limb, to punish him for the pain he had inflicted on her, on him. Yet, the old man’s words resonated, a soothing balm on his burning rage.“I’ll let him live,” Xander said, his voice hoarse with th
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX
The rage that had been simmering within Xander for years finally boiled over. A raw, primal hunger for vengeance consumed him, leaving no room for reason or caution. He watched as Tobias, his face contorted with smug disdain, casually tossed Lina aside as if she were a discarded rag doll. The movement was a spark igniting the inferno within him, fueling a fury that had no bounds.“Tobias,” Xander snarled, the word heavy with unspoken threats. His body, taut with pent-up energy, launched itself forward like a guided missile, aimed directly at Tobias. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the thudding of his own heartbeat. He saw Tobias, his eyes widening in alarm as the inevitable collision drew near, raise his hands in a futile attempt to ward off the assault. The impact was brutal, a sickening crunch as their bodies collided with the force of a battering ram. They went down hard, the ground groaning beneath their combined weight.It was a dance of pure fe
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE
The cellar, once a dank and shadowed space, had become a crucible of raw magic and chilling fear. The air hung heavy with the lingering scent of burnt flesh and ozone, a silent testament to the fiery ball unleashed by Scarface, lieutenant of the Dragon Group. Everyone present, with the exception of Xander, had braced for a gruesome spectacle. They envisioned a scene of charred flesh and bone, the young man reduced to nothing more than a smouldering husk. Instead, they were met with a stillness that felt almost unnatural, a quiet defiance that spoke volumes.Xander stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes unmarred, his face serene. A soft smile played on his lips, a smile that held a hint of victory, of an inner knowledge that was unsettling in its calmness. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of those who had witnessed this impossible display of immunity. Even Scarface, his face still contorted with a mixture of disbelief and rage, faltered, his eyes fixed on the
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