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.

not to be messed with, Leandro was a force of

eyes sparkled with hope as he watched

in his

had the

to hurt me like this, to insult the Jackman family, he’s got to pay with his

at his disgrace of a brother. He stopped a

sinister smirk. “So you’re the one stirring up trouble at the

face remained impassive as he

Compensation?

don’t waste my

wrist, the smirk growing more pronounced. “Ever

Fighters, it’s been ages since I’ve had to lift a finger. You must be pretty skilled

peak of energy transformation… Ha, the thought of taking

myself? I’ve got to admit, it’s

slow breath, shaking his head with

+15 BONOS

gone ghostly white, shaking

Leandro’s

overwhelming presence.

“Alex!”

drop it, okay? We’ll

to Amber, and we won’t drag you into our village mess anymore. The

up north…

out of

tried to pull Alexander away, aiming to retreat to the Chesire family

Alex? Amber?

lighting up with recognition. “Oh! So you’re the guy Amber

the

washed-up soldier, Alexander?”

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

straight at Leandro, he smiled and said, “So you knew it was me. What’s it to

you, that

popping loudly as

surged

to have a little talk with

Chesire

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