The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In the depths of the darkness, Zeba stood concealed, completely astounded!

Little did she expect that the formidable figure standing before her, dressed in black, was none other than Bruce Wade’s son!

Meanwhile, Rose remained oblivious to the presence of a hidden master, expertly masking their aura, only ten feet away in the shadows. His undivided attention focused on Gideon, who appeared before him in a state of panic and desperation, evoking not an ounce of sympathy within Rose’s heart.

Fixing his gaze on Gideon, he shouted once again, “Prepare for thunder!”

A deafening boom resounded as lightning tore through the heavens, hurtling downward in a blazing descent!

The thunderbolt struck with unerring accuracy, reducing Gideon’s right hand to charred remains, emitting an aroma reminiscent of a barbecue, a smell that sent chills down his spine.

Gideon reflexively flicked his wrist, only for his charred hand to detach and fall to the ground.

Overwhelmed with shock and terror, Gideon’s eyes met Rose’s, as if peering into the eyes of Hades, the ruler of the underworld!

Rose’s eyes blazed like torches as he regarded Gideon’s fearful countenance. In a cold, menacing tone, he uttered, “Do not be alarmed. Consider this a mere appetizer. In the past, I dismembered a fool who lacked foresight, tearing him apart piece by piece. Even today, I relish the thought of dealing with those who deserve death in such a manner! So, prepare yourself for an unforgettable experience!”

Gideon, both shocked and terrified, involuntarily tightened his grip on the Thunderbolt with his remaining left hand. He sought to activate its power once again, for he had witnessed its destructive force, surpassing the might of any thunder summoned by Anderson. If he could retaliate and summon a thunderbolt in the final moment, victory might be within his grasp!

Observing Gideon clutching the Thunderbolt, Rose sneered and declared, “Save yourself the trouble. Truth be told, I specially crafted the Thunderbolt in your hand just for you. While undeniably potent, it possesses one major flaw—it can be used only once.”

widened his bloodshot eyes and blurted out,

“I bestowed it upon Zachary after I finished forging it. I instructed Zachary to wait for you at the antique street, and you, my friend, fell right into

and those rings you encountered at the airport earlier? Also my creation. They may not possess

into his pocket, only to realize that his pants were

at Rose and asked in disbelief, “Are you saying that you dug a trap and lay in wait

would visit Aurous Hill, prompting the Warriors Den to dispatch another marshal. Consequently, I devised an intricate scheme, eagerly anticipating your arrival. Little did I expect

trailed off, Rose bellowed,

air as a whip-like bolt of lightning descended from the

his left hand resembled a charred lump of coal, mirroring the fate

his hands, had long shed his former arrogance and haughtiness. Consumed by terror, he collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded, “Rose… Throughout my hundred and fifty-six years of existence, my life has been plagued by misfortune and hardship. Now, with my right hand crippled and

sneered contemptuously, his gaze piercing Gideon’s despair-ridden visage. He sharply interrogated him, “Old dog, when you murdered my parents

less fear death instills. There are plenty of audacious youths willing to fight to the death at the tender ages of fifteen or sixteen. Conversely, the older one grows, the more apprehensive they become of death. Even

could not refuse! If you seek vengeance for your

you truthfully disclose everything about your association, I may grant you a swift end, sparing you from an agonizing death. It would, at least,

spirits in heaven that you will spare my life?! If you can, then I am willing to share

If Rose could swear by his parents’ spirits in the sky to spare him, Gideon would reveal everything he

the Warriors Den, but he refused to allow Gideon to escape unscathed, and he would not employ his parents’ spirits as leverage only

speak today or not, I will not spare your life! If you speak, your death will be swift; if you remain silent, you will endure excruciating pain

extended his arms toward the heavens, gazing upward, and