The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 607

"Polaris!" Felix's voice carried a cold edge as he stared Matty down.

Matty tried to look calm, but inside, he was panicking. He could not gauge Felix's abilities or whether he was afraid of guns, so he decided to bluff, hoping to buy time until Louis O'Neill arrived.

"You've got quite the nerve, name-dropping like that. You trash think you're amazing just because you're to an organization of that nonsense caliber?" Felix sneered. He knew these kinds of people-they loved to use big names to intimidate others.

Felix had reservations about Polaris, but at least they operated with some semblance of ethics. The infamous Mourning Village incident proved as much.

Despite their involvement, no innocent lives were lost. There was no way a group like that would stoop to trafficking children.

"Don't believe me? Fine! If you're so confident, wait here. Once Mr. O'Neill gets here, you'll know whether I'm lying or not," Matty said, his tone gaining a hint of arrogance.

Felix tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? The mastermind is coming, too? Perfect. I'd like to see who this Mr. O'Neill really is."

Felix exhaled slowly. These monsters were not just guilty of planning to harm Nancy- they had already inflicted unspeakable cruelty on innocent children.

like Matty and his group did not deserve to walk away unscathed. Felix was determined

a swift death, which would

of helping Felix. Once Louis arrived, Felix's death was guaranteed. The mention of Polaris was just a ploy to make

thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Felix's right hand glimmer with tiny, cold light flashes. Looking closer, Marty realized

stammered, "W-What are

into a wicked smile. "What am I doing? Making sure you

a flick of his wrist, the needles shot out like lightning, striking Matty and the three others. Their guns clattered to the ground as their eyes

was just the start.

bodies convulsed as they collapsed to the dirt. Then, they began writhing

Please, make it stop!"

but soon, it transformed into something worse-an unbearable mix of itching and burning, like thousands of ants gnawing at their insides.

four men gasped for air, their bodies drenched in sweat. They immediately dropped to their knees, begging Felix with frantic

us! We'll never

my lesson! Just kill me and

the feeling again. It was like being in hell on earth, and they