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275. A Man She Never Knew
Tracey stayed on her knees with tears flowing uncontrollably from her eyes and thousands of questions running through her mind.How did she miss it?How could she not have seen that her useless ex-husband might be a practitioner?It never once crossed her mind, considering he only knew how to pick trash and leech off her family.She felt a devastating pain in her heart seeing that he didn't even spare a glance or worry about her reaction. This was the man who would kneel and beg at her feet whenever she got angry with him.He would even do the dishes and prepare dinner so she wouldn't have to bother whenever she returned from work.William Miller did anything to please her and would even crawl at her feet if she asked him to.Now, he was completely gone.It was as though she no longer existed in his world or that she was a sore to his sight. He didn't even spare her a glance."William..." She wanted to call his name softly when she felt a forceful yank against her throat from behind
274. This Is Unreal
Far from the chaos at the bunker, in a forgotten stretch of open field where not even weeds dared grow, a rusted metal lid creaked open. Beneath it, concealed within the earth, a hidden tunnel gave way to an opening for escape.First emerged two armed men, grunting as they carried a wheelchair up the incline. Seated in it was Harry Snow—face pale and furious, hands clenched tight on the armrests.Behind them followed more people—his personal guard dragging along a sobbing Tracey Wilson, her mouth gagged.Her face was stained with dried tears and she appeared weak. She wasn’t just scared; she was completely broken.More of Harry's men followed suit—about a dozen in this group, all armed to the teeth. They moved quickly across the field toward a black van parked not far away, their eyes scanning the sky as if expecting to be followed.Harry’s personal bodyguard leaned toward him once they were a safe distance from the tunnel. “Young Master, we had no choice. The force that stormed the
273: Evelyn's Ground Troop
Somewhere in New Spring.A remote, industrial sector on the city jurisdiction. Abandoned buildings, rusting cranes, busted floodlights, and roads riddled with weeds and cracks. But tonight, it pulsed with unnatural activities.The low rumble of armored trucks echoed across the cracked pavement. Military-grade vehicles rolled into place with smooth discipline, SUVs, tanks, black vans without license plates.Special forces in tactical gear poured out by the dozen as they deployed around the perimeter.Drones buzzed quietly overhead. The entire complex was locked down within minutes.On top of one of the tallest buildings, Evelyn Grey stood with her hands folded behind her back, wind tugging at her coat. Her expression was calm but fierce, her eyes focused on the activity below. This wasn’t just another mission. It was personal now.A final blow.Her team of experts had spent the past few hours running satellite sweeps, digging into cryptic military-grade firewalls, and pulling old
272: Yin And Yang Needles
The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air as William Miller stepped into the isolated warehouse, his right hand hidden behind his back. His luminous eyes swept through the blood-stained expanse, taking in the sight of corpses still littered across the ground. This was the place.The location where Gary Marcus had his men bring Ms. Amelia days ago… where the Sinclair practitioners had clashed with Marcus' men. The air was still heavy with resentment and stale qi energy.William’s boots crunched faintly over dried blood as he moved forward. His internal energy pulsed in quiet rhythm with his footsteps, a calm yet sharp aura coiled around his body. Somewhere on this floor… he'd left it behind.He rarely cared to retrieve his acupuncture needles once they had served their purpose. They were tools, extensions of his will, easily replaced. But something Amelia had said earlier about his needles had triggered a faint memory. A detail almost forgotten.The half-step to Grandmast
271: No Turning Back
Harry stood motionless, the phone still pressed to his ear as the last of the laughter died away. The world around him seemed to crumble, the weight of the revelation sinking into his bones. He had been used, no, worse. He had been nothing more than a stepping stone, a tool in someone else's game. The realization hit him like a slap to the face, but it wasn’t enough to break the anger that was building inside him.He dropped the phone to the ground, watching as it bounced once, twice, before it clattered to a stop. His fingers twitched with rage, and the gun in his hand suddenly felt too small. Tracey’s tear-filled eyes locked onto his, and for a brief moment, he considered the woman who had once foolishly loved him with everything. But any trace of humanity he had left was swallowed by the rage creeping over him. He turned away from her, away from everything. He strode out of the room, the wheels of his chair screeching against the concrete. His mind raced as he plotted his
270: Used And Alone
The cold steel walls of the bunker seemed to echo with the harsh sound of Harry Snow’s wheelchair scraping against the ground. Harry had become a figure of silent rage. The bunker’s heavy doors closed behind him with a thud. At the center of the room, Tracey Wilson sat. The once vibrant woman was now bound tightly to a chair, her mouth gagged, her tears the only signs of life left in her.She caught sight of him as he entered the room, and for a brief moment, hope showed in her eyes. But it was short-lived. Her heart twisted painfully as Harry wheeled himself into view, and her groan of struggle filled the space. She worked furiously to chew through the gag, her desperate actions only worsening her hopelessness.Harry paused for a second before he pulled a small pistol from his waistband and aimed it directly at her, the cold metal gleaming. Tracey froze and more tears poured from her eyes. Her eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find the Harry she had once known, t
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