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.

and forty minutes. Having completed the check-in procedures, Gideon sought solace in the sanctuary of the

stall, without rhyme or reason, at times racing with alarming speed

nervousness. Although he had grown unaccustomed to such sensations over the years, he could vividly recall the anxious tremors that plagued his youth. These behaviors, etched into his very

his long and arduous journey flooded 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

were too numerous to quantify. The palpitations and agonizing pain that accompanied life or death moments remained etched in his memory. Even as time forged ahead, those unsettling recollections

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

of longevity, yet the final revelation eluded him. It was then, at an uncommonly

the same sense of tension as before. Many years had passed and his 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

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

Gideon chuckled inwardly. “Let us not forget the lone survivor, Lily and Bruce’s only son, who managed to escape twenty years ago. This time, I shall reunite

him, radiating respect. “Sir, your flight to Aurous Hill has commenced boarding. Please make your way promptly

faint smile to grace

and

half-circle in the sky before embarking on its

thirst for bloodshed. In his line of work, every action required the Lord’s approval, leaving him with limited opportunities to

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

a halt at the terminal bridge, Gideon swiftly became the first to 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 of the Evans family’s whereabouts, but attacking them immediately

the attack. In

taxi to the city, something caught his attention, a flicker of peculiarity in the corner of his eye. He turned his head swiftly, fixating his gaze upon a middle aged man positioned, holding up a sign

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,

advancement had led to a loss of connection with nature, the heavens and the universe. This has resulted in a widening gap between mortals and deities, according to

energy, humans could ascend to immortality. However, in the present era,

claims, those who had mastered reiki at this stage experienced firsthand the absence of reiki in nature. Their only means of attaining

had gradually become proficient in aura with the help 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 strength and power. When the

formation. However, most of the time, the formation was exclusively at the Lord’s disposal. Consequently, the Four Marshals had become exceedingly sensitive to the traces of reiki in their surroundings, much like a famished mouse that keenly detects the scent of

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

a magical weapon, his heart leaped with excitement, reaching his throat. Halting his steps, he

to Ladden, an elderly man fixed his gaze upon him from a short

airport for a day, he could earn a hefty sum of three thousand dollars. It far surpassed

Lucas’s identity and he didn’t want Lucas to arrive too soon. In

closely and came to the conclusion that this individual had a weak grasp on manipulating their aura. His brows and expressions exuded the raw street spirit of an ordinary citizen. Someone skilled in reiki would never exhibit such a

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

a perplexed look, he surveyed his surroundings before approaching Ladden. Politely, he inquired, “Brother, could you kindly inform me of the best way to

glanced back at him, seeing an inconspicuous old man and responded nonchalantly, “Why do you need to ask? Taxis, subways, airport