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.

bro!” Matthew’s eyes sparkled with hope as he watched

at Alexander with a wild look in his eyes, screaming, “Don’t bother talking, just kill him!

the Jackman family, he’s got

bother to look at his disgrace of a brother. He stopped a few yards away

as he

Compensation?

my time on

casually rotated his wrist, the smirk growing more pronounced. “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 to hurt people with cash, definitely at the peak of energy transformation… Ha, the thought of

out a slow breath, shaking his head

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to him had gone ghostly white, shaking

overwhelming presence.

“Alex!”

it, okay? We’ll head back to the village. You can explain

out of

spoke, he tried to pull Alexander away, aiming to retreat to

Alex? Amber?

eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh!

washed-up soldier, Alexander?”

if his feet were planted in the earth, unyielding to Asher’s

said, “So you

you, that makes

clasped his hands together, his knuckles popping loudly as

going to have a little talk with Amber, convince her to hand

like I can skip that now,” he remarked

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

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