2025-12-23 03:06:21Roland Vance's face turned deathly pale as he stared at his bodyguard's broken body lying motionless on the platform.
“K-Killian…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
The legendary body guard – his insurance policy – was destroyed, and now he had nothing left.
Navine turned toward him slowly.
“What do you have left to rely on now?” Navine asked.
Roland stumbled backward until his back hit the cage bars. He raised his trembling hands in front of him like they could somehow protect him from what was coming.
“Please,” He sobbed desperately, “Please! I didn't know that was your sister. If I'd known, I'd never –”
He was cut off as a punch from Navine landed squarely on his jaw.
The bone shattered instantly. Teeth flew from his mouth like white pebbles scattering across the platform.
Blood poured from his ruined mouth. Navine grabbed him by his expensive suit and lifted him off the ground.
Then, he drove a punch to his gut.
Roland's eyes bulged as he tried to scream, but only a strangled wheeze came out.
Navine hit him again and again.
He broke Roland's nose, shattered his cheekbone, caved in his orbital socket. He pulverized ribs, ruptured organs, turned the man's torso into a mass of broken bones and internal bleeding.
When he finally ally dropped Roland's body, the man was unrecognisable.
His face was a swollen, bloody mess. His breathing was shallow and ragged. He was barely alive.
The crowd sat frozen in their seats, their faces white with terror.
“Oh God,” a woman gasped. “Oh God, oh God…”
She scrambled to her feet and ran for the exit, her expensive heels clicking frantically on the marble floor.
That single movement broke the spell.
Suddenly everyone was moving. Panic spread through the auction house like wildfire.
People were shoving each other, trampling over chairs, desperate to escape.
Women were screaming. Men were cursing. The orderly crowd of wealthy elites transformed into a panicked mob in seconds.
Then, a voice cut through the chaos.
“Everyone remain calm!”
It echoed through the entire chamber and somehow, despite the panic, people stopped and turned towards the source of the voice.
The Patriarch was standing at the top of the grand staircase that led down from the luxury suites.
Behind him stood Victoria, her beautiful face pale but composed.
The Patriarch descended the steps slowly, his attention focused on the platform where Navine stood over Roland's half-dead form.
“You,” He said, “You dare to cripple my disciple in front of me?”
“I'll admit, you're formidable. Your strength is impressive for someone so young. But you've made a critical error in judgment.”
George Caldwell stopped at the base of the platform and looked up at Navine.
“Martial arts mastery requires decades of cultivation. Long-term dedication. You have raw power, yes – but power without experience is just noise. If you kneel and beg for forgiveness now, I might show you some leniency.” His tone was generous, like he was offering a gift.
Navine looked down at him with those cold, empty eyes.
“I've heard of you,” he said quietly. “George Caldwell. One of Newton's three great masters.”
The Patriarch looked satisfied, “"Ah, so you do know who I am. That's good. I can tell you're a local,”
He clasped his hands behind his back again, his posture straightening with pride.
“Yes, the three great masters of Newton City. We represent the pinnacle of martial arts in this region. Our skills are in a completely different tier from ordinary fighters. We've spent our entire lives perfecting our craft.”
He gestured magnanimously.
“So you see, young man. Surrendering now is still an option,”
Navine's expression remained the same.
“The three great masters,” he said slowly, “are no different from street performers in my eyes.”
The words hung in the air like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
Then, whispers rose from the crowd.
“Did he just –”
“He's insane!”
“Nobody insults the three great masters!”
“The Patriarch is going to kill him!”
The Patriarch's face transformed. The calm, confident expression vanished, replaced by a furious look. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed to slits.
“You arrogant child,” he hissed. "I was going to show you mercy. I was going to give you a chance to walk away. But you've thrown that gift back in my face."
His stance shifted into a classic martial arts position.
"Now I'm going to teach you the difference between a street brawler and a true master."
Then he attacked.
The Patriarch moved with speed that was unnatural for his age, his palm thrust aimed at Navine's gut.
But Navine stepped to the side and the strike hit empty air.
The Patriarch’s eyes widened slightly in surprise but he recovered instantly, flowing into his next attack – a spinning kick aimed at Navine's ribs.
Navine blocked it with his forearm.
The Patriarch attacked again and again with different strikes and different angles but Navine blocked them all casually as if he was swatting away flies.
The Patriarch was breathing hard now, sweat beginning to form on his brow. His attacks were becoming less precise, more desperate.
On the sixth move, Navine stopped blocking.
The Patriarch threw a straight punch at Navine's face with everything he had.
Navine moved like lightning.
He ducked under the punch, spun behind the Patriarch in a blur of motion, and grabbed the old man's arm.
Before the Patriarch could react, Navine twisted the arm upward and bent it backward at the elbow joint.
SNAP!
The elbow dislocated with a wet popping sound. The Patriarch howled in pain.
Navine kicked the back of the Patriarch's knee, forcing him down to the ground. The old man dropped hard, his kneecap shattering against the platform floor.
CRACK!
Another scream ripped from the Patriarch's throat.
Still holding the dislocated arm, Navine placed his boot on the Patriarch's back and pulled upward with savage force.
RIP!
The shoulder tore completely out of its socket.
Tendons snapped like rubber bands. The Patriarch's arm hung limp and useless, barely attached to his body.
The Patriarch was sobbing now – tears and snot running down his face, mixed with blood from where he'd bitten through his own tongue.
Navine released the ruined arm and grabbed the Patriarch by his steel-gray hair, yanking his head back violently.
"This is the difference," Navine said coldly, "between a master and a king."
Then he drove the Patriarch's face down into the platform floor.
The old man's nose exploded on impact. His front teeth shattered. Blood pooled instantly beneath his head.
Navine stood up and stepped back, looking down at the broken legend twitching on the ground.
“Who... who are you?” he wheezed. “How... how have I never heard of you? Someone with your skill should be famous... legendary…”
His voice trailed off into a cough.
“I'm the brother of the woman you tried to sell,” Navine said coldly, “That's all you need to know.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled a small, electronic device out.
It was covered in dried blood.
The tracking device that had been sewn into Aunt Miriam's body.
Navine held it up so the Patriarch could see it clearly.
“I also killed your son,”
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Chapter 364 - The Estate
Adrian crouched in front of the trembling guard, his patience thinning with every passing second. Divine was somewhere out there, frightened and alone, and this man was the only thread connecting them to her."You don't have to say his name," Adrian said, forcing calm into his voice despite the urgency burning beneath it. "Just tell us where Karl took her."The guard's breathing was ragged, his eyes darting between Adrian and the man standing behind him. "An estate," he finally whispered. "Old place, outside the city. Belonged to some family that doesn't use it anymore. Karl was told to take her there.""When did he leave?" the man asked."Maybe an hour ago. He was supposed to wait at the warehouse, but then the call came, and he panicked, said everything was moving faster than planned.""What instructions did he receive?" Adrian pressed."Keep her alive," the guard said. "That's all he kept repeating to us before he left. Keep her alive and use her to bring the boy. He meant you." Hi
Chapter 363 - The Trial
Adrian circled the burning wreckage of the warehouse, his eyes scanning the ground for anything that might tell him where Divine had gone. Smoke still curled into the night sky, and the heat kept them at a distance, forcing him to search along the perimeter rather than through the rubble itself."Over here," he called, crouching near a stretch of dirt beyond the rail yard's chain-link fence.The man joined him, his earlier shaken composure already smoothing itself back into cold control, though Adrian noticed his hands had not quite stopped trembling.Tire tracks cut through the soft earth, two parallel grooves leading away from a gap in the fence where the metal had been bent back. Footprints ran alongside them, several sets, overlapping and hurried."They left in a hurry," Adrian said. "Before the explosion.""Before we even arrived, most likely," the man said, following the tracks with his eyes. "This confirms what the prisoner told us. Karl left with her shortly before we reached
Chapter 362
The smell of smoke still hung heavily in the air.The warehouse was almost completely destroyed. Pieces of metal lay scattered across the ground, and thick black smoke rose from the broken walls. The explosion had been so powerful that even the buildings nearby had suffered some damage.Adrian stood among the ruins, his eyes moving from one corner to another.“Check over there!” he ordered one of the men behind him.The man immediately obeyed.Adrian had been searching for several minutes, but there was still no sign of Divine or Karl. He had hoped to find something useful among the remains of the warehouse, but so far, everything had been a waste of time.The Second God of War approached him, his face hard.“There’s nothing here,” he said. “I’ve checked the other side. No bodies, no survivors, nothing.”Adrian clenched his fists.“Then where the hell did they go?”“I don’t know. But we need to think carefully. Whoever planned this knew exactly what they were doing.”Adrian turned to
Chapter 361 - The Symbol
The red dot led them north, past the last streetlights and out onto a narrow road that ran between empty fields. Adrian watched the dark pass by the window, his hands resting on his knees, his mind on Divine sitting alone under a single yellow bulb.The man drove faster now. He still said nothing. But Adrian noticed that his knuckles had turned pale against the wheel."We are close," the man said at last.Ahead, the old rail yards rose out of the darkness, rusted tracks tangled across the ground, broken signal towers leaning against the sky. Beyond them stood a long, low building with a corrugated roof, its walls streaked with rust.The man stopped the car a hundred meters away and turned off the engine."That is it," Adrian said."Yes."They stepped out. The night air was cold and carried the smell of old oil and wet iron. Somewhere far off, an owl called once and fell silent.Adrian studied the warehouse. Nothing moved. No light showed in the windows. No car sat near the entrance. A
Chapter 360 - The Trace
The drive felt both long and short.Long, because the silence inside the car pressed on Adrian like a hand against his chest. Short, because the streets slid past in a blur of streetlights, and he barely noticed the turns.The man drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road. He did not speak. He did not look at Adrian. But Adrian could feel him all the same, a steady, heavy presence beside him, the way you feel a storm before the first drop of rain.Something about him was wrong. Not frightening, exactly. Familiar, in a way Adrian could not explain. It was like hearing a song he had never heard and still knowing the next line.Why does he feel like this, Adrian thought, glancing at the man's profile. I have never met him before tonight.He shook the thought away. Divine was the only thing that mattered."Karl attends your daughter's school," Adrian said at last, breaking the silence. "I think we should start there.""We are going there now," the man said.That was all
Chapter 359 - Ghost
Adrian did not wait for Ezra's lawyer, or the police, or anyone else to organize a response. He listened to Daniela's warnings, nodded in all the right places, and then, once she had gone to check on Aria, he slipped quietly out through the side door of the mansion and took one of the cars.He did not know where the warehouse was. But he knew Divine's parents would have the one thing he lacked: a reason for the police to move fast, and someone with the resources to search properly. And he knew he could not sit in his room while she sat in the dark.The drive to Divine's home took fifteen minutes. The house stood in a quiet, wealthy street, its windows glowing with warm yellow light. Adrian parked at the curb, took a breath, and walked up the path. His ribs still ached. His forearm throbbed beneath the bandage. He ignored both.He rang the bell.Footsteps approached, quick and light. The door swung open, and a woman stood there in a pale silk robe, her hair loosely pinned, her face lin
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