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.

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

eyes sparkled with hope as he

look in his eyes, screaming, “Don’t bother talking, just kill him!

had the

insult the Jackman family, he’s got to pay with his

look at his disgrace of a brother. He stopped

“So you’re the one stirring up trouble at the

remained impassive as he calmly

Compensation?

don’t waste my time on

his wrist, the smirk growing more pronounced. “Ever

I’ve had to lift a finger. You

the peak of energy transformation… Ha, the thought of taking down

to admit, it’s

a slow breath, shaking

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finish, Asher next to him had gone ghostly white, shaking like

Leandro’s

overwhelming presence.

“Alex!”

arm, quivering. “Let’s just drop it, okay? We’ll

drag you into our

up north…

of our

to pull Alexander away, aiming to retreat

Alex? Amber?

up, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh! So you’re the

the

washed-up soldier, Alexander?”

firm as if his feet were planted in the

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

it’s you, that

clasped his hands together, his knuckles popping loudly as a visible

surged

going to have a little talk with Amber, convince

Chesire

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