2024-08-21 09:44:12Alex shook his head and chuckled.
He knew Sophia despised him.
"Sophia, let me show y—"
He wanted to let Sophia see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.
A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.
A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.
"Sophia," she hugged Sophia.
"Lyra, thanks for coming," Sophia replied joyfully.
"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."
Lyra smiled while eyeing Alex from head to toe and shook her head.
Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.
Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.
When Sophia texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sophia was exaggerating.
But seeing Alex in person made her realize how unlucky Sophia was.
Most of Sophia's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.
However, this man here only carried $25 at most.
“Alex, this is Lyra, my best friend.” Sophia suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.
"Nice to meet you, Lyra," Alex said, extending his hand to Lyra out of politeness.
However, Lyra retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.
“You know what? Riffraff should know their place.”
She ignored Alex's hand and wrapped her hands around Sophia instead.
Alex chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.
“Come on, we are already late for Chris Roland’s event at the Noble Knight Club,” Lyra smiled mischievously.
Almost everybody in Vancouver knew Chris Roland was one of Sophia’s most devoted suitors.
Lyra had always believed Chris would marry Sophia.
Chris’s father worked for Alfred Kingston, while Chris was the CEO of Biohealth Solution, a company that supported Alfred Kingston's business.
Apart from the giant tier, Kingston, there were four lower tiers in Vancouver's wealth and richest realm.
Chris's family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lancaster wealth.
Thus, from Lyra's point of view, Chris and Sophia were the perfect match.
"Of course," Sophia happily replied. "Alex, you should come with us."
"Sure," Alex raised his brows.
Maybe Sophia, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.
Meanwhile, Lyra sneered to herself.
She had already warned Chris Roland in advance.
Chris was livid and eager to teach Alex a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.
She would let Alex know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sophia’s lifestyle.
"Let us go then."
They entered Lyra’s car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.
It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.
No middle class could enter because of the price.
Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vancouver still thought this club was too expensive.
If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.
When they arrived, Alex realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.
Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.
"I can’t wait to see Chris during his match," Lyra yelled and quickly dragged Sophia toward the entrance of the club, leaving Alex behind.
The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.
As Alex approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.
The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."
Lyra smirked as she pulled Sophia away.
"Let him learn his place; he’ll never be where we are."
“Who told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.” Alex said calmly.
“Then become a member,” the guard yawned.
“You think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or you’ll regret it."
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The mountain wind carried the first distant thunder of hooves and sword-song across the shattered gates of Wudang.One hundred and fifty Qingcheng disciples swept into the courtyard like a storm front, white robes snapping, blades gleaming under the midday sun.Their formation was flawless—arrogance wrapped in martial precision.They had heard the whispers for three long centuries: Wudang was dying—ravaged by the second-rate Yin Yang Sect’s merciless onslaught. Its walls fractured and fell, its legendary name reduced to ridicule among the righteous sects.A first-rate power like Qingcheng could swallow them whole and still have room for dessert.They reined in hard. Dust billowed around them.Every eye took in the half-collapsed outer wall, the great gate hanging drunkenly from a single hinge, the weeds pushing through cracked flagstones. A low murmur rippled through their ranks.“Wudang was so pathetic. Already on its knees.”High on the cracked steps of the main hall, Alex waited al
Chapter 639
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Chapter 638
High above on the roof of Bai Mansion, Alex watched the scene unfold through Mother Ai’s eyes. The blue interface tallied each new infraction in real time—two hundred and fourteen already, and the sun had barely cleared the eastern hills. A thin smile touched his lips.“Record everything,” he said softly.Mother Ai’s voice answered inside his head, calm and precise. “All visual and audio evidence logged, City Lord. The swarm is ready.”In the shadowed storage rooms beneath the mansion, thousands of sleek black drones stirred to life once more, silent as death itself. They rose on whisper-quiet wings and slipped out into the bright morning air, invisible against the sky.Down in the streets the bandits laughed louder now, drunk on easy fortune. Black Wolf slung a heavy sack of silver over his shoulder and grinned at the sky.“Boys,&r
Chapter 637
The sects moved like men who had tasted gold in their dreams and refused to wake. Greed had lit the fire, but caution kept it banked.In the torch-lit halls of the many Sect, elders hunched over maps of Wudang Mountain while disciples sharpened blades and counted supply wagons.They argued in low voices about alliances, supply lines, and the exact hour they would strike. Letters flew between mountain peaks on swift hawks.Every elder made certain his own courtyard was secure, his concubines guarded, his treasury locked before any man dared the long road.They were not fools. They had lived long enough to know that the strong ruled the Jianghu only until someone stronger waited around the next bend.That makes it a slow move for any sect to try attacking the Wudang Sect in Qingshui City.The bandits were different animals.Word of the empty city reached the hills by dusk. No soldiers. No patrols. Just fat merchants and soft civilians left unguarded. The chieftains did not waste time on
Chapter 636
When night came, Alex dragged Zhuge Liang over for dinner.He was deep in thought.If he meant to keep the promise he had made—five years to drag Wudang from the shadows and plant its banner at the very top of the Jianghu—he would need more disciplined blades. He would need an army. Real soldiers.People who would bleed and die for Wudang without hesitation, without question.Slaves were the fastest way. Once taken, they could not protest. Even if they protested, they would die. They had no human rights. They were a deadly machine in the making.In the Jianghu, the strong ruled. Defeat them, and the laws of heaven and earth itself bound them as slaves to the victor. No contracts. No oaths. Just raw, unbreakable submission.Every enemy they crushed became another sword in Wudang’s hand. Every rival lured here and broken became another brick in the foundation he was building.He needed more enemies.A great deal more.Last time, he had moved all the prisoners from Qingshui City to the W
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The roar of five thousand Wudang voices crashed over the courtyard like a breaking wave, the sound so loud it rattled the shattered stones beneath the invaders’ boots.For one frozen heartbeat, the Yin Yang Sect stood motionless in the center of the killing field they had just created for themselves.Sect Master Yin Long’s cruel smile died on his face. His eyes—those black-ice chips that had terrified half the Jianghu—widened in disbelief as he stared upward at the unbroken ring of white robes.One thousand of his fighters. Against five thousand Wudang disciples.Five times their number, and every last one of them standing on the rooftops, the walls, the air, swords still humming beneath their feet.Flying swords.Only Foundation Establishment cultivators could ride the blade like that. Every single Wudang disciple here had already stepped into that realm.Meanwhile, most of Yin Long’s own force—outer disciples, hired blades, even many of the inner sect—were still struggling at Qi Con
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