The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 611

After seeing the grim look in Felix's eyes when he heard Xena's name, Aimee broke down and sobbed.

"I don't know why! Xena just told me to come here!" she cried, but Felix slapped her across the face before she could finish.

"Trying to use Xena as a scapegoat? Ask yourself-does she seem like that kind of person? Your acting is so pathetic it's laughable," Felix mocked.

Aimee clutched her stinging cheek, momentarily stunned, forgetting about the lethal aura radiating from him. She screamed in a mix of anger and disbelief, "How dare you hit me, Felix! Who do you think you are?"

It was obvious now that Aimee was not just a bystander but involved in this horror. Felix ignored her. Instead, he turned his attention back to the man, subjecting him to excruciating torture.

Aimee, at first furious, quickly lost her composure as she watched. The longer it went on, the more terror-stricken she became until she collapsed onto the floor, trembling. She dreaded the thought of Felix using the same cruel methods on her. "What's this lab for?" Felix demanded coldly.

The man was on the edge of a mental breakdown, and he spilled everything. He explained, "This is Polaris' secret lab.

martial artists. Several batches have

darkened further. This was not just Jonathan's personal scheme-it was

He could not believe that a

children?" he asked

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inflict more pain on the man. Forcing himself to stay focused, he asked, "Why is Polaris doing

organization was bleeding money and needed a way to

these pills started," the

hand and pointed at Aimee. "S-She's

in Dragonia had noticed this syndicate-they were exporting this filth overseas. Foreign markets had always been fascinated with Dragonia's ancient traditions, and martial artists were

into tears, trembling uncontrollably. "Please! Don't hurt me! They've made progress here

check it out-that's all! I didn't know about any of this until I got here. Please, Felix, I'm telling the

behind this monstrous partnership with Polaris. It all made sense now. For a businessman like him, profits trumped morality. It did not matter how much blood or suffering it took-as long as it made money. "Felix, please don't kill me! I know you care about Xena! I'm begging you, for her sake, let me