In the heart of the forest-

Elvis and Hans were locked in a fierce battle, their fists flying like the wind, neither gaining the upper hand. The two of them moved with the speed and intensity of a summer storm, each blow echoing through the trees.

As they grappled, Elvis seized the chance to study the man who looked strikingly like Hubery. Even amid the chaos, he couldn't resist firing off questions:

"What's your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you have family?"

"Can you fly a plane?"

Hans furrowed his brow, clenching his fists even tighter, frustration gnawing at him. This was a fight for survival, and here was Elvis, wasting time with pointless questions! The man must be out of his mind!

Initially, Hans only intended to hold him off. But as the fight wore on, he realized he wouldn't feel satisfied without giving Elvis a good thrashing.

Elvis sensed the stalemate couldn't last. He needed to test him. Sometimes, even if someone loses their memory, their deeply ingrained habits and instincts remain.

Elvis shouted, eyes wide with feigned

menacing Hans turned ghostly pale,

you!" Elvis's eyes

snake had fallen from the branches, landing on his

deep fear of snakes, even shivering

the Ashbourne family

a ruthless assassin who lived by the sword-how could he be

Elvis's voice trembled with emotion, "How have you forgotten me? How did you lose

face darkening. Just as he was about to retaliate, a

"Hubery!"

out, but Hans stepped back, dropping

Hiss-

an instant, the forest filled with

the time he fought his way through the

in his left shoulder, sprinting towards the

the living room must have depleted Avery's forces. Or perhaps Avery was setting a more treacherous trap for

chapet toomed ahead, a jewel glinting in the sunlight like a ruby Standing tall in the tall in

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