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.

forty minutes. Having completed the check-in procedures, Gideon sought solace in the sanctuary of the first-class lounge, where he rested his weary eyes, awaiting the

beating for one hundred and fifty-six years, inexplicably faltered at this very moment. It would stall, without rhyme or reason, at times racing with alarming speed and at others, slowing to a disconcerting crawl. It

well aware that this abnormal behavior stemmed from his own nervousness. Although he had grown unaccustomed to such sensations over the years, he could vividly

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 by tigers and

palpitations and agonizing pain that accompanied life or death moments remained

the flames of war, to secure sustenance and survival, he sought solace within the confines of Evercloud Temple, where he assumed the role of a Taoist priest. However,

to the precipice of longevity, yet the final revelation eluded him. It was then, at an uncommonly ripe age, that he

existence had become remarkably stable. Yet, on this day, after a century had slipped by, he found himself ensnared in the same anxiety that had once consumed him. His mind couldn’t help but wander, “Could it be that a calamity awaits me in Aurous

shook off the thought, seeking solace in self reassurance. “Unlikely! How could there exist a behemoth capable of harming me in Aurous Hill? Twenty years ago, Bruce Wade and Lily Evans, who had retreated to seclusion in this very place, were no match for me! This time, I will eradicate the Evans family from Aurous Hill and no one will be able to

twisted arc of a smirk danced upon his lips, Gideon chuckled inwardly. “Let us not forget the lone survivor, Lily and Bruce’s

him, radiating respect. “Sir, your flight to Aurous Hill has commenced boarding.

smile

he stood up and made his way

sky before embarking on its

fiery surge coursed through his veins. He 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 limited opportunities to satiate this urge. It had been twenty years since his last indulgence and now,

he acknowledged the curious connection he had with this

step out of the cabin. Walking through the corridor and past the baggage area, he entered the arrival hall of the airport. He was well aware

a hiding place following the attack. In the depths of darkness, he would patiently await the

was about to hail a taxi to the city, something caught his attention, a flicker of peculiarity in the corner of

aged man’s right thumb. In an instant, his pupils contracted, shrinking to pinpricks. If he likened his control over aura to an alternative form of sight, then the right thumb of this man was the lone flicker of light illuminating his darkened

of demise. These religions claimed that humanity’s constant advancement had led to a loss of

brimming with 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

stage experienced firsthand the absence of reiki in nature. Their only means of attaining it was through pills or other exceptional objects infused

of elixirs bestowed by the Lord and a meticulously crafted array of reiki within the Warriors Den. This unique combination of resources propelled him to new heights of

was exclusively at the Lord’s disposal. Consequently, the Four Marshals had become exceedingly sensitive to the traces of reiki in their surroundings, much

weapon that truly belonged to him, a wooden sword gifted by the Lord, containing an attacking formation. Apart

weapon, his heart leaped with excitement, reaching

to Ladden, an elderly man fixed his gaze upon him

sign and working at the airport for a day, he could earn a hefty

was Lucas Flynn’s business card. He knew nothing of Lucas’s identity and he didn’t want Lucas to arrive too soon. In the upcoming four months, he could relish some well

conclusion that this individual had a weak grasp on manipulating their aura. His brows and expressions

man was likely unaware that the talisman in his possession was, in fact, a magical weapon. With this realization, an idea sprouted in his mind,

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

responded nonchalantly, “Why do you need to ask? Taxis, subways, airport buses, don’t they