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Audacious people
Author: Liam Michael
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“She was attacked by a man who wanted to take advantage of her. By the time Martha and the girls rejoined her, he had heaped crimes on her, creating a scene and making a mob attack her. Right now, they're beating her for attempting to steal a cell phone. And Amanda can't reach you because there's no way to contact you.”

Alvin immediately jerked off the bed.

“Excuse me? Who dares to lay a hand on her? Damn it! The wound on her legs has not fully healed yet.” He shouted, tightening the sash of his silk night robe.

The silk night robe came down to his knee and had a simple but sophisticated design which screamed luxury. The accompanying trousers were made of the same materials and the robe had a pocket.

Alvin quickly wore his slippers which was initially at the foot of the bed and grabbed his wallet and car keys.

He had initially rearranged his cards into the new wallet while unpacking, and dropped it on his bedside table alongside his car key. He raced down the stairs a
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  • NARROW ESCAPE 2

    Alvin now understood the weird feeling that kept bugging him. Someone placed surveillance on the cargo. No matter how fast he ran, they would find it. “System, find me the nearest wilderness. Hurry.” “You only have twenty-two minutes before your reserve soul power empties out. You won't be able to protect yourself then. You need to get to safety where there are people to take care of you.” Alvin shook his head in firm refusal. Going back to villa number seven was indeed the safest option—for him. Yet, it will expose their base and entire identity to the evil cultivators, putting everyone at risk. With the level of proficiency he had seen from the evil organization, if they ever strike a surprise attack on Villa number seven, it's unknown if they would make it out without a scratch. Oliver was there. Martha is old and frail. These two people carried the greatest risk. Martha was just an old woman, who only knew how to cook and clean. A sweet soul. Oliver was a bright teen,

  • narrow escape 1

    Alvin's body was burning up, he had a vague feeling that one of the attacks that grazed him had poison in it. Just as he reappeared at the abandoned industrial area, he noticed men waiting there. An aura of danger surrounded them, and they patrolled the place, as if searching for something. A green flare signal tore into the sky, and the men simultaneously looked up. “This is bad. It has been sabotaged.” “Surround the area, block every road leading to the town. No one remotely suspicious is allowed to leave. It's better to kill a hundred innocent people than to let the culprits escape. Find them.” A lanky man barked, his cadence low and deadly. “Squad two, follow me to assist the grand elder.” “This is terrible.” Alvin muttered. He collapsed against the tree, his lungs burning. Drawing in air became a gruelling task. He bit down on his tongue hoping the pain would rid off the fogginess in his head. He looked at the elite assassins quickly falling into formations in readin

  • TOUGHER THAN EXPECTED

    The robed figure raised a hand lazily. The air imploded. Alvin crossed the sword before him, blocking the attack. The impact hurled him back like a rag doll, smashing him through two containers. Ribs fractured, and he felt a warm sensation in his throat. Blood. He knew that much. Luckily, his absorbent material didn't let any blood drop. His face was covered with visors, protecting his eyes Pain detonated through his body, white-hot and blinding. He swung his sword around, destroying the container and swiftly emerging out of the rubbles. The grandmaster floated forward, feet still not touching the earth. “You dare steal from us? Does your family have enough lives to pay back?” Alvin activated his ghost step techniques, disappearing from the spot. Tens of attacks descended on the man in a nanosecond. With a swift swing of his bead, the man formed an arc, bouncing the attack back. Stray energy hit the masked men who were loading the remaining ones into the trucks. Three pul

  • Interception 2

    Alvin slammed his palm onto the ground. “Shadow Step!” He became a blur, moving like a phantom, with each step more cartons disappeared, while the bullets caught other unfortunate people. But none of the men acted as if they felt the pain. Alvin reappeared atop a container, blood already seeping from a shallow graze along his ribs. The man in ripped jeans appeared behind him a black whip flying out like a snake tail. Alvin dodged the whip, bending in a position that defied gravity, forming a thirty degree angle with the container surface where he was. The man's eyes narrowed and he smirked. “Quite a bold one huh? Either you're unfathomably brave, or incredibly stupid. You even came alone.” Alvin scoffed and disappeared from the spot, making the bullets and dagger pointed at him hit others. “To deal with wastes like you…” Alvin whispered behind the man, stabbing four nails into his back. “Only I am enough.” The man groaned and expelled the nails. Too late. The nails

  • Interception 1

    The person who seemed to be the leader of the little group of anomalies was saying something to the man in ripped jeans. “What are they saying? I can't understand a thing.” “The language seems to be from Uzbekistan.” The system answered. “Can you decode what they're saying?” Before the system could answer, one of the masked men tapped two points on the container, and the container’s two sides folded out, exposing the interior. There was a smaller shipping container inside of it, and it slid forward. The container was unlocked, and boxes of items wrapped as ‘fragile’ were being unloaded. The men seemed unnaturally strong, hurling four huge cartons at the same time, per person. One of the cartons was opened, and the man in ripped jeans brought out one, sniffing slightly. “Meth. Heroin. Soul Enchanter Weed.” The man in ripped jeans listed the items calmly, as though he were naming vegetables at a market stall. He snapped the carton shut and nodded, his expression unchanged.

  • ARE THEY TERRORISTS?

    Bay AreaThe day workers who unload cargoes had ended their day's jobs, and accepted their pays from the various agencies which hired them. The wharf was slowly clearing out. By eight, roadblocks have been set up to prevent trespassers from entering. A man dressed in ripped jeans and black singlet came out of one of the temporary shelters, holding a flaming cigarette. He took a long drag, a slight frown on his face. The exhaled smoke formed rings before him. He walked around slowly, his eyes sharp and vigilant. Alvin concealed his aura where he hid. The man who looked like a regular thug didn't seem so simple to him. On the surface, he looked like every normal thug out there… just with a rougher edge. Yet, there seems to be this undertone of power around him. His eyes are melancholic, his demeanor calm like still waters. He leaned against a container, took another drag of his cigarette, and let it out. Alvin's nerves were taut. The smell of smoke permeating the environment was i

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