The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The next day arrived, bathed in the gentle hues of dawn.

Jagoan and Jagoan, driven by a sense of urgency, rose early and prepared themselves by six in the morning, careful not to disturb the still-slumbering Jacob and Elaine. This particular journey marked the first time Jagoan and Jagoan embarked on a solitary adventure since their union years ago. A bittersweet tinge tinged their hearts, for they knew deep down that circumstances demanded their separation.

Jagoan harbored an earnest desire to ensure Jagoan’s safety, entrusting her to the capable hands of Michaela, who would undoubtedly provide solace and protection. Meanwhile, Jagoan, cognizant of the pressing matters at hand, believed it imperative to aid Michaela in resolving her immediate predicaments. So, albeit reluctantly, they temporarily bid farewell to one another, compelled by duty.

Inside the airport, Jagoan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gently embraced Jagoan, her voice filled with a soft tremor. “Darling, I cannot fathom how long my journey to the United States will consume, but I fear it will weigh heavily on your shoulders back home…”

Jagoan’s hand caressed her back as he offered reassurance. “Fear not, my love, with your husband by your side, I shall attend to your parents with utmost care.”

Jagoan urged him, her words laced with concern. “Above all else, take care of yourself. Do not let the pursuit of Feng Shui and aiding others consume your every thought.”

“Very well,” Jagoan replied, a gentle smile gracing his lips. His voice, like a caress, whispered, “You too, upon your arrival in New York, remember to find balance between work and rest. Do not become consumed by your duties.”

A tear streaked cheek brushed against a tender touch as Jagoan wiped away her sorrow, her voice tinged with reluctance. “My beloved, I must depart now…”

“Alright,” Jagoan nodded, his smile remaining intact. “Notify me as soon as you touch down.”

Jagoan replied “Of course!”

Jagoan maintained an unwavering gaze, attentively observing Jagoan navigate through the security check with ease. Once she completed the process and emerged from the checkpoint, she turned back momentarily before finally departing.

With time still on his side, it being merely half past six, Jagoan chose not to hurry and found himself in the airport’s arrival hall. The sparse crowd waiting for arrivals at this early hour provided a modicum of relief and Jagoan’s eyes caught sight of a man holding a talisman at the exit.

A sense of reassurance coursed through him, for at this moment, everything seemed to be falling into place according to Zachary’s arrangements.

Keeping his composure intact, Jagoan silently approached the airport’s large screen and paused, his attention fixated upon it.

The earliest flight from Aurous Hill was set to depart in a mere ten minutes, while the first inbound flight would not touch down until eight o’clock. Amongst the list of arrivals, the majority hailed from major Chinese cities, with a few originating from overseas locations.

Jagoan remained oblivious to the identity and origin of his adversary, but one thing was crystal clear, henceforth, he would station himself in Aurous Hill, unburdened by any lingering apprehensions. His fists clenched and within his heart, he took a solemn oath. “Whoever dares to continue their assault on my grandparents in this city where my parents met their tragic fate twenty years ago, I, Jagoan Wade, will confront them with unwavering determination and fight to the very end, even if it costs me my life!”

With steely resolve burning in his eyes, he cast one final glance at the arrivals board before turning away, striding purposefully into the distance.

At this very moment, Eastcliff is vibrant and bustling.

The clock struck 6:30 in the morning and Eastcliff International Airport thrived with a liveliness that surpassed even Aurous Hill. The airport buzzed with activity as flights departed one after another, prompted by the influx of passengers. The overcrowding resulted in a chaotic symphony of takeoffs, commencing as early as 6:10 AM.

Amidst the commotion, a figure emerged, clad in an elegant robe, making his way into the domestic departure hall of Eastcliff Airport. Gideon Alastair, a Chinese national hailing from Argentina, sought refuge from the burdensome pressures that weighed upon him. Driven by his devotion, he had secured the earliest flight to Aurous Hill for the day.

off at eight o’clock, the flight’s estimated duration was one hour and forty minutes. Having completed the check-in procedures, Gideon sought solace in the sanctuary of the first-class lounge, where he rested his

would stall, without rhyme or reason, at times racing with alarming speed and at others, slowing to a disconcerting crawl. It was like riding

unaccustomed to such sensations over the years, he could vividly

his mind. He reminisced about his childhood, a time engulfed in the tragedies of a powerless and humiliated nation. Scarce food and threadbare clothing were the norm, while wolves prowled the land, accompanied

that accompanied life or death moments remained etched in his memory. Even as time forged ahead, those unsettling recollections continued

role of a Taoist priest. However, he soon discovered

the final revelation eluded him. It was then, at an uncommonly ripe age, that he left his homeland, driven by an insatiable

remarkably stable. Yet, on this day, after a century had slipped by, he found himself ensnared in the same anxiety that had

ago, Bruce Wade and Lily Evans, who had retreated to seclusion in this very

“Let us not forget the lone survivor, Lily and Bruce’s only son, who managed to escape twenty years

of the first-class lounge’s staff approached him, radiating respect. “Sir, your flight to Aurous Hill has commenced

smile

and made his way

on its

recognized it for what it was an insatiable thirst for bloodshed. In his line of work, every action required the Lord’s approval, leaving him with

his lips as he acknowledged the curious connection he had with this town. However, the scent of bloodshed,

the arrival hall of the airport. He was well aware of the

he needed to plan a hiding place following the attack. In the depths of darkness, he would patiently

hail a taxi to the city, something caught his attention, a flicker of

pupils contracted, shrinking to pinpricks. If he likened his control over aura to an alternative form of sight, then the right

acknowledged a common concept, the arrival of the Dharma’s end, the age of demise. These religions claimed that humanity’s constant advancement had led to a loss

aura. By grasping the method of absorbing and converting this vital energy, humans could ascend to immortality. However, in the present era, the aura in nature had nearly been depleted, extinguishing any possibility for mankind to achieve immortality. Thus, in

of reiki in nature. Their only means of attaining it was through pills or other exceptional objects infused

unique combination of resources propelled him to new

the formation was exclusively at the Lord’s disposal. Consequently, the Four

one mystical weapon that truly belonged to him, a wooden sword gifted by the Lord, containing an

leaped with excitement, reaching his throat. Halting his

an elderly man fixed his

that by holding up a sign and working at the airport for a day, he could earn a hefty sum of three thousand

Lucas’s identity and he didn’t want Lucas to arrive too soon. In the upcoming four months, he

conclusion that this individual had a weak grasp on manipulating their aura. His brows and expressions exuded the raw street spirit of

fact, a magical weapon. With this realization, an idea sprouted in his mind, he would test the

approaching Ladden. Politely, he inquired, “Brother, could you kindly inform me of the best way to reach the city

at him, seeing an inconspicuous old man and responded nonchalantly, “Why do you need to ask? Taxis, subways, airport buses, don’t