2026-10-26 07:09:13It was just past half past four in the afternoon inside the exclusive Hermes Royale boutique, situated in the Fifth Avenue Plaza shopping centre in New Avalon. The coquettish laughter of Vanessa Frost rang out cheerfully, breaking the tranquillity of the scent of premium tanned leather and sandalwood that filled the room with its ivory marble floor.
The twenty-one-year-old blonde girl stood in front of a gold-framed crystal mirror, clutching a ladies’ handbag that a boutique s
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Chapter 31: The Sovereign’s Seat of Honour
Inside the Grand Ballroom on the eightieth floor of the Apex Sovereign Tower, bathed in the dazzling light of hundreds of giant Bohemian crystal chandeliers, the grandeur of a world-class gala was on full display.The three thousand square metre white marble floor was filled with over a thousand of the most influential figures on the east coast ranging from stock market billionaires, high-ranking state legislative officials and military generals to the first-generation tycoons of New Avalon.But just as the doors of the VVIP private lift opened and Damian Cross stepped out alongside Seraphina Vale onto the specially laid golden carpet, a remarkable sight instantly shattered the silence of the room.Every head of a top-tier conglomerate and every director of a multinational bank seated at the front-row tables rose from their seats in unison!Not a single one of these elite tycoons dared to remain seated as Damian Cross strode gracefully dow
Chapter 30: The Red Carpet of the Apex Sovereign Tower
The glow of millions of golden crystal lights from the eighty-eight-storey Apex Sovereign Tower illuminated the glittering night sky over the Wallcrest District, New Avalon.The skyscraper, a symbol of supreme financial power on the east coast, looked like a pillar of a god piercing through the dark clouds.In the main lobby on the ground floor, a 100-metre stretch of velvet red carpet was laid out majestically from the edge of the ceremonial driveway to the giant revolving glass doors.Hundreds of international business journalists, national television reporters, and the dazzling flashes of camera lights crowded both sides of the red carpet’s perimeter.A procession of luxury cars from all corners of the globe ranging from Rolls-Royces, Bentleys and Maybachs to the bulletproof limousines of high-ranking state officials stopped in turn to drop off New Avalon’s economic tycoons and political figures.That evening marked the year’s grandest
Chapter 29: The Last Lie Before the Storm
The pungent smell of antiseptic and hospital floor cleaner stung the nostrils along the corridors of the seventh floor of Saint Mary’s Hospital, New Avalon.Inside the spacious, VIP ward room number 701, with its silent air conditioning, a tense, oppressive atmosphere hung heavily in the air.Julian Kingsley sat reclining on an electric hospital bed, a goose-down pillow propping up his back.The twenty-eight-year-old man’s right hand was now encased in a thick, rigid white plaster cast, supporting the three fingers that had been fitted with surgical metal pins during an emergency operation the previous night.The handsome face he usually took pride in showing off to high society now looked dreadful; black-and-blue bruises marred his cheeks and temples, whilst white medical plasters were stuck to the corner of his mouth and his forehead.Near the panoramic window of the hospital room, his father Richard Kingsley, founder and CEO
Chapter 28: A Bloody Confession and a Death Sentence
At the edge of the six-metre-high iron balcony, Julian Kingsley’s face had turned a bluish-purple from lack of oxygen.Damian Cross’s right hand, clamped around the collar of his black suit, felt as strong as a hydraulic steel grip, holding up the entire weight of Julian Kingsley’s body as he hung freely in mid-air.Beneath Julian Kingsley’s feet, which were kicking at thin air, the hard concrete floor of the warehouse strewn with the blood of thirty-five Iron Fang executioners looked like the gaping maw of hell, ready to swallow his soul.“Ukkhhh… P-please… D-don’t let go…” whimpered Julian Kingsley in a choked, hoarse voice from the back of his throat, whilst tears and snot of fear streamed down his bruised face.All the arrogance, conceit and pride of a Kingsley Capital heir which he had always flaunted in front of Clarissa Caldwell had now been utterly shattered in the face of death.At that very harrowing moment, a loud thu
Chapter 27: The Massacre of One Against Thirty-Five at Pier 9
The whistling of the serrated steel machete blade wielded by Iron Fang’s lead executioner sliced through the damp night air, aimed directly at Damian Cross’s neck with enough force to sever a bull’s head.On the second-floor container balcony, the cruel grins on Julian Kingsley and Logan Caldwell’s lips stretched all the way to the corners of their cheeks, as they prepared to witness the spurt of fresh blood from the body of the Caldwell family’s former son-in-law.Yet just as the sharp blade was a mere two centimetres from his neck, Damian Cross suddenly vanished like a ghostly shadow swept away by the wind!With a Grandmaster-level ‘Shadow Step’ that nearly defied the limits of human visual perception, Damian Cross shifted the axis of his shoulders by a fraction of a millimetre to the left.The steel machete’s swing merely sliced through empty air!Before the burly executioner could even withdraw his weapon having lost his balance Damia
Chapter 26: The Dragon Steps into the Wolf’s Lair
The soft chime of the executive lift bell echoed faintly within the tactical command centre on the eighty-fifth floor of the Apex Sovereign Tower.The titanium-armoured lift doors opened slowly, revealing Damian Cross as he stepped out, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black trousers.He had changed into a jet-black silk shirt that hugged his broad frame perfectly, layered beneath a dark grey bespoke Savile Row suit.On the thumb of his right hand, the Black Dragon Signet Command Ring, crafted from black platinum, reflected a cold glint of light beneath the dim lighting of the control room.Upon seeing the arrival of their supreme leader, Kaelen “Ghost” Mercer and Victor Vance simultaneously bowed their heads ninety degrees in absolute deference.“Lord Sovereign,” greeted Victor Vance as he stepped forward to hand over an encrypted tactical tablet.“Our intelligence surveillance satellites have locked onto the pe
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