He had long anticipated this day.
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By steering clear of the chamber ofmerce and the vicious elite power
games of Changea, he had hoped to oust his rivals and witness a male
heir seed him in the Quillen family business–a n he had set in motion
thirty years ago.
Yet, despite his efforts to stay out of the fray, here he was, thirty yearster, finding himself in the very position of Chairman of the Nuthana Chamber of
Commerce, drawing the deadly attention of formidable enemies.
“I wish I could do more, Old Mr. Quillen,” Alfred said, frustration etched deeply
on his face, despite having fought off several skilled opponents. “But I’m
afraid this will be thest time I can protect you.” Material ? N?velDrama.Org.
Amid the flickering inferno, four cloaked figures appeared, encircling them- each distinguished by colors that ranged from green, yellow, purple, and red. Alfred felt their overwhelming power; even the weakest among them was
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undoubtedly an 5 ss fighter.
Terence, recognizing the gravity of the situation, let out a resigned chuckle, “I
must be quite important in Mr. Tanner’s eyes, Stanley Silverbane faced no
such threats during his two decades as Chairman. Yet here I am, barely
settled into the role, and already up against the Great Four Envoys. It seems
they’re set on my destruction.”
With a menacing sweep of his hand, Envoy Aora–the red–cloaked figure with
the sparrow mask–dered, “Now that you’ve figured out who we are, it’s
clear that your time is up.” The other three envoys closed in, their intent
unmistakable: to end Terence’s life.
“You must escape now!” Alfred and Terence, long attuned to each other’s
moves, sprang into action. As Alfred’s Temr Seal began to glow<i>, </i>Terence
instinctively started to flee.
“Think you can just run away? Not while I’m here!” Envoy Aora sprang into the air, aiming to bypass Alfred, and deliver a fatal blow to Terence. But Alfred’s quick reflexes transformed the Temr Seal into an imposing barrier of ck
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and white, halting the red–cloaked assassin mid–air.
“D*mn it!” The other three envoys wasted no time, converging on Alfred with
lethal intent.
Alfred’s Temr Seal spun and expanded, enveloping the Great Four Envoys
in a swirling, mystical barrier.
“Is this even real?” one of them gasped, his voice shaking.
“A double–S ss fighter?!” another eximed, eyes wide with disbelief.
“A top–tier fighter hiding out in Yeringham?” the third murmured, clearly
astonished.
“It seems the Grandmaster of Nuthana from thirty years ago was every bit as
legendary as rumored!” the fourth added, their voices tinged with awe.
The Great Four Envoys stared in utter disbelief. A double–S ss fighter was a
near–mythical figure–so rare that they could effortlessly serve as an elite
bodyguard for national leaders, establish a prestigious martial arts sect, or
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rise to fame as a legendary bounty hunter. The fact that Alfred had spent
decades devoted to an old man was beyond their wildest imaginations.
“You four aren’t too shabby yourselves,” Alfred remarked, equally impressed.
Facing the formidable Envoy Aora and his three powerfulpanions, Alfred
knew he stood no chance of winning. Hisst stand was merely a desperate
bid to buy time for Terence’s escape. Beyond that, he was powerless against
any further threats.
“Survive at all costs, Old Mr. Quillen!” Alfred urged, his heart heavy with the
realization that years of loyalty might end in this fiery disaster.
Boom!
The mes danced with increasing ferocity, their glow intensified by a
cacophony of explosive detonations that tore through the night’s quiet veil. In
a mere heartbeat, the grand Quillen residence, once a symbol of opulence
and status, was reduced to smoldering ruins.
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Surviving the inferno seemed almost impossible for Terence. The relentless
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barrage of falling debris and searing heat pressed in on him, each moment
driving him further into a desperate struggle.
A deep sigh escaped him as he faced the grim reality that his time was
running out. The thought of not witnessing his great–grandson’s birth filled
him with a pang of bitter regret.
Amidst the roaring chaos, Alessandra’s desperate cries of “Old Mr. Quillen!”
cut through the noise, a beacon of hope in the infernal tempest.
Seeing Terence trapped in the zing inferno, she felt a surge of relief for
insisting oning. Without her, his fate would have been far more dire.
“Quick! Get him out of here!” Alessandra shouted to Logan and the other bodyguards, her fear of the mes overshadowed by her determination as she forged a path through the mes and wreckage to reach him.