2026-11-04 09:09:09The 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
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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
Chapter 25: A Sinister Plot at The Obsidian Viper Nightclub
A thick fog, carrying the salty scent of seawater and the rusty odour of iron, shrouded the Pier 9 Harbour District of New Avalon. In this coastal industrial area, isolated from the glittering lights of the city centre, the law of the streets and the violence of the underworld reigned supreme, untouched by the sirens of police patrol cars. At ten o’clock sharp, a black saloon car slowed to a halt in front of an old red-brick warehouse that had been converted into an illegal nightclub called The Obsidian Viper. The thudding bass of low-frequency techno music reverberated heavily from behind the soundproof walls, shaking the dusty, fogged-up window panes. The side door of the building swung open slowly, revealing a narrow, steep concrete staircase leading straight down to an underground bunker ten metres deep. Two men, their figures shrouded in long coats, hurried down the stairs with hurried, anxious steps. The man in the le
Chapter 24: The Scientist’s Recruitment and the Factory Reactor Explosion
A chill morning breeze on the pavements of New Avalon’s Northern Industrial District whipped up the street dust, sweeping past the shuffling steps of Dr Arthur Chen, who had just stepped out of the iron gates of the Caldwell Bio-Tech factory. In his thin, wrinkled hands, clutched a dull brown cardboard box tightly. Inside the box lay a stack of laboratory research notebooks, a certificate of recognition as an exemplary scientist, and a small family photograph in a frame with a cracked glass pane. Two security guards in black uniforms who had escorted him from the factory lobby immediately slammed the iron gate shut behind him with a deafening clang. BLAM! The sound of the metal collision echoed like a gavel bringing down the verdict, bringing his thirty years of dedicated service to a close without leaving the slightest trace of respect. Dr Arthur Chen’s eyes, behind the thick lenses of his spectacles, glistened as he stare
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