Chapter 0255

As the story unfolded, time marched relentlessly on.

Outside Jackman’s Pharma, Matthew lay in a pool of his own blood. The gashes from Alexander’s lethal cash

no longer bled, but his breaths were shallow and desperate.

Nearby, one of his four bodyguards was down to his last breaths too, his head a gruesome mess from

Alexander’s handiwork, flies buzzing in a frenzy that sent shivers down his spine.

“Kid, you…” Despite his fading strength, Matthew’s glare was murderous. “Don’t get cocky. My big brother is on his way, and he’s a beast. Ranked eighty-three in the Chart of Fighters, he’ll take you out with ease!

“To insult the Jackman family is to sign your death warrant. Even if you’re tough as nails, you’re a dead man walking!”

Alexander stood a stone’s throw away indifferently, and he looked at Matthew like he was already a goner.

To the average Joe, Matthew was untouchable royalty, the Jackman family’s golden boy. To Alexander, the War Temple’s top dog, he was just another bug to squash.

The screech of tires ripped through the silence.

A sleek Maserati skidded to a halt in the plaza, and out stepped a smirking Leandro in his fancy Croc shoes. He sauntered over.

Each step was measured, a perfect rhythm. He walked like a man charging up for battle, his presence alone

enough to make even the toughest fighters think twice.

Ranked eighty-three and not to be messed with, Leandro was a force of nature.

eyes sparkled with hope

eyes, screaming, “Don’t bother

the Jackman family, he’s got

his disgrace of a brother. He stopped a few yards away from

impassive as he

Compensation?

my time on

“Ever since I made the Chart of Fighters, it’s been ages since I’ve had to lift a finger. You must be pretty skilled

shaking his head with a wry

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to him had gone ghostly white, shaking like a leaf in

overwhelming presence.

“Alex!”

gripped Alexander’s arm, quivering. “Let’s just drop it, okay? We’ll head back to the village. You can explain to Amber, and we

of our

he tried to pull Alexander away, aiming to retreat

Alex? Amber?

his eyes lighting up with

washed-up soldier, Alexander?”

planted

and said, “So you knew it was

you,

his hands together, his knuckles popping loudly as a visible swirl of white

“I was going to have a little talk with

I can skip that now,” he

those words, he whipped his right hand out, sending five razor-sharp inner power slicing through

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