"Dexter Grimshaw!" Timothy shouted.Timothy's eyes flashed with intense focus as he suddenly turned toward a large boulder. Sure enough, a figure now stood atop it. It was a short, middle-aged man with dark, withered skin whose appearance could make one's stomach turn. His beady eyes radiated a bone-chilling gleam. Even without looking, Timothy would have recognized the Jack of Hearts from Thirteen Aces by his voice alone. "So you've shown up with your elite squad. It seems someone really did sell me out! Never mind, it actually helps clear up some questions I had," Dexter mocked.Timothy's presence was overwhelming as he sneered. "Heh! You're quite composed. Have you accepted your inevitable death and come to beg for mercy?" Dexter's eyes narrowed, rage flickering within. "Did you think I'll still get beaten up by you like before? If I'm showing myself, you're not leaving here alive!" Timothy showed no fear. He hadn't ascended to the rank of Martial Saint and became one of t
Timothy could not avoid the blade in time as he was still recovering from his previous move. It sliced through his right thigh, instantly revealing his bone as blood sprayed outward. "Damn it! He doesn't feel pain, does he?" Then it hit him–of course Solomon felt nothing. He was Dexter's zombie creation now. Catching movement out of the corner of his eyes, Timothy fought through the pain. He made a feint before charging straight at Dexter, who stood watching from his perch on the boulder. Despite Timothy's rapid approach, Dexter's face showed only amusement and no fear. "You think you're worthy to face me?" Dexter sneered.Just as Timothy expected, Solomon moved with frightening speed to block his path. As minutes ticked by, wounds appeared across Solomon's body as exhaustion creeped into his features. Though Timothy's elite guards tried to assist, Dexter's four zombies, who were equally immune to pain and injury, kept them thoroughly occupied. "Mr. Hunter, Solomon could ac
Timothy stood frozen in shock. Felix had severed both of Dexter's legs with just a flick of his finger, leaving the notorious criminal barely clinging to life with just his upper body. At that moment, Timothy understood something. Felix had to have achieved the Innate Realm. Nothing else explained such overwhelming power. Good God, wasn't Felix just supposed to be a traditional medicine practitioner? Sure, the best practitioners train in both medicine and martial arts, but this is ridiculous! "Perhaps this is your destiny." Felix gazed into Solomon's struggling eyes before striking with his palm. In that final moment, Solomon managed to smile. It was rigid and unnatural but filled with unmistakable relief. "Mr. Hunter, would you call this self-defense?" Felix asked.Timothy let out a bitter laugh, his demeanor now completely different from their first meeting. "Absolutely." With one step, Felix sent Dexter's four zombie warriors flying, never to rise again. Timothy's men rus
"Yes. Lady Summers is at the foot of the mountain," Timothy said. "I'm not part of your organization, so there's no point for me to claim credit. Give them all to Xena," stated Felix. Watching Felix vanish, Timothy examined his battered body and sighed deeply. "Damn! The ladies really do have it better."…At the mountain's base, Xena and Alistair grew anxious as time dragged on. "Lady Summers, could something have gone wrong?" Alistair asked.Xena shook her head. "That's unlikely. Timothy reached the level of Martial Saint last year. He should be able to handle Dexter."Just then, Alistair spotted movement. "They're coming!" They rushed forward, shocked to see Timothy's battered state and torn clothes. "Did Dexter escape?" Timothy pointed. "His legs did. The rest of him is right here." One of his men emerged as he dragged the unconscious Dexter over. The sight of his severed legs was gruesome, but the mission was accomplished. "You need treatment at the Wolfie troops
Felix's expression remained neutral when he heard the mention of Xena. He knew Nala must have been eavesdropping when he spoke about treating Lionel over the satellite phone. It was ridiculous. Did he need Nala's permission to interact with women now? "Fine." He took the phone as he was curious about Nala's game. Nala's voice came through after the call was connected, "I assume you only took this call because it concerns Xena, right?" Felix's tone was cold. "Since you know that, skip the small talk. We have nothing to discuss." He heard her breath quicken slightly before she continued. "Very well. Straight to the point. I have evidence of Xena's violations. Once reported and verified, she'll lose her position as the Phoenix Warlord." Felix furrowed his brows before letting out a short laugh. "Interesting. What's the deal here? Are you going to ask me to sleep with you, and you'll hand over the evidence?" "You... You scoundrel!" Nala was furious, and even Yvonne gaped in d
Felix rode the electric scooter onto the campus of Shunnington University, smiling as he watched the energetic students coming and going. It reminded him of his own college days. The security was quite relaxed, and they let him ride right in. He stopped near the basketball court where they promised to meet. He watched the students play while waiting. Nancy was teaching a class. She told him on WhatsApp to come later and that she would wait for him at the gate, but Felix declined. The entrance was too busy. It was quieter here and less troublesome. Felix was still watching the game when a basketball flew his way, but he caught it with one hand. "Thanks, man!" He tossed it back with a smile, and the game continued. About 20 minutes later, some students rushed past. Their conversation caught Felix's attention. "Hurry up!""I'm running! Are you sure that Azurian guy Drake Sterling is back?" "Obviously! Why else would I call you to watch? But it's understandable. Ms. Yonder i
Felix's expression darkened. Xena had been taken away right after sending him that message. "Did they say why?" "They just said they need her to 'cooperate with an investigation.' But it can't be good! Mr. Zeller, when the Disciplinary Affairs Committee shows up from headquarters, it means serious trouble. They don't appear unless something's very wrong." Last night's conversation with Nala flashed through Felix's mind. His eyes glinted coldly. "Got it." After hanging up, he quickly called Hector, who answered promptly. "Felix, are you calling about Phoenix Warlord?" Given Hector's intelligence, he must have noticed something between them when Xena had asked about Felix last time."Yes, Mr. Downy. How serious is it?" "It depends on how the committee classifies it. This morning, headquarters received an anonymous tip claiming that during her time as the goddess of war, Xena abused her position to help her uncle, Perry Glover, establish Goldwind Chamber of Commerce. "She als
"Sorry, Nancy. I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I'm heading back now." Nancy smiled. "I just called out since you hadn't gone far. Take care on your way back." Her eyes showed no suspicion, so Felix left. What had started as an excuse was now a genuine emergency. Almost immediately after Felix disappeared, someone approached Nancy. "Cici, who was that?" The one asking the question was Drake, the subject of the students' earlier gossip and the owner of the Porsche.Nancy's smile vanished instantly. "Are we that close? And how many times have I told you not to call me Cici?" As Nancy rode away on her scooter, Drake's brows furrowed deeply. Normally, having friends of the opposite sex would not be weird. But after pursuing Nancy for so long, this was the first time he had seen her give any man such a genuine smile. Something was definitely off. "Damn it! How dare that guy touch the woman I've got my eyes on? He's asking for trouble!"…At New Glory, Felix was reliev