A man clad in a tailored grey suit, with the double dragons and pearls pattern stitched onto his lapels, cut an imposing figure with his stern features as he strolled in, flanked by two burly bodyguards. The crowd that surrounded them parted like the Red Sea, making way for the entourage.

Vivienne squinted her eyes, discerning the pin on the man's chest that seemed akin to an heirloom, her gaze flickering with recognition. "Asher Grimshaw?"

Asher looked surprised, "You know me?"

Vivienne eased off her aggressive stance, though her muscles remained coiled and ready. "I've heard tales from the elders in my family, Asher."

In his thirties, Asher was about the same age as Maddox Perez, yet both were bachelors.

Unlike Ethan Grimshaw, whose image was one of austerity and resilience, Asher presented himself differently to the world. Always mild-mannered and polite, he epitomized the very essence of a gentleman. Seeing Vivienne, a girl barely in her twenties, his expression softened further. "You seem well-informed, young lady. I'll cut straight to the chase. I have no desire for violence; just hand over what you're holding and you all can leave unharmed."

He casually gestured towards the black briefcase with his slender hand, his tone brooking no argument.

Vivienne's eyes turned icy, her voice a low growl, "And if I refuse?"

At her words, Asher didn't get angry. Instead, he gently waved a folding fan in his hand, his voice still smooth and pleasant, "If you refuse, well, then I'll have to be less than courteous."

As if on cue, the Grimshaw family members surged forward upon Asher's command.

Vivienne passed the briefcase, which contained a bio-weapon, to Donald. "Protect it at all costs. We can't let the Grimshaws get their hands on this!"

"Don't worry, Vivienne."

Both Matthew and Donald understood the gravity of the situation, their voices firm.

of the Grimshaw members in place, rendering them immobile. Asher narrowed his

was assured, but they

quickened his pace

Asher mused. Over the years, following his father's research, he had encountered many extraordinary techniques. A mere glance at the tiny needle mark on his

change tactics, but it was too

able to

chest. He staggered,

his eyes fierce, demanded, "What have you done to our

her hands a

In their disarray, the path to

look, Vivienne shouted, "Let's

Nine Mystics Society, still entangled with other Grimshaws, heeded her call

as they broke through the encirclement and dashed out into

"Master Asher, are

"I never thought a little girl would give us the slip. Very well, let's

summer had cloaked the woods

trees offered perfect cover, and Vivienne and her allies knew the terrain like the back of their hand. They vanished

twisted with fury, "Back

Meanwhile, at Vanguard Agency.

office. He surveyed the changes around him. Despite having only been away for a short while, something about Vanguard Agency

focus

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