As Danial, disguised as John, led the group of tourists and the scarred man toward the 6th floor, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his double life. He maintained his friendly and professional demeanor, hiding the urgency he felt inside. The scarred man's group, intrigued by the lavishness of the 6th floor and their exclusive treatment, began to settle into their designated rooms. Danial, knowing that time was of the essence, continued to assist them with their needs. With Pearl's efficient coordination, the 6th floor had been emptied of all guests and staff, creating a mysteriously empty environment. The other hotel guests, thanks to the efforts of the hotel's secretary, had left the premises, believing the temporary maintenance story provided by the staff. Once the tourists were settled into their rooms, the scarred man summoned Danial. "John," he said with a hint of command in his voice, "you've been a great help to us. Stay nearby; we might need further assistance later."
One of the groups of under the scarred men went to the reception area hoping to gain control of the area and effectively use the people and tourists to blackmail the police The leader of the group, gripping his assault rifle, pushed open the doors to the grand reception hall. The sight that greeted them was perplexing. The lavish space meant to be bustling with guests and staff was eerily empty. Not a single soul occupied the plush sofas, and the polished marble floor reflected only the dim emergency lighting. Confused, the group leader approached the scarred man, who was now standing in the centre of the deserted reception hall. "Boss," the leader hesitated, "there's no one here. The whole place is empty." The scarred man's forehead creased with a deep frown. "Empty? How is that possible? Did they evacuate everyone?" The group leader shook his head, "I don't know, sir. It's like everyone vanished. Even the receptionist is gone." The scarred man, a man accustomed to control and pr
Danial, observing the lackeys scattered on the floor, knew that they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. Their bodies lay limp, a testament to the efficiency of his martial prowess. The once chaotic corridor, filled with the echoes of gunfire and struggle, now resonated with the haunting silence.His attention shifted towards the groaning team leader, who, in a desperate attempt to escape the approaching masked man, was dragging his battered body across the cold floor. Fear etched the leader's face as he tried to put distance between himself and the relentless figure in the white mask.With each calculated step, Danial closed the gap, his movements deliberate and menacing. The team leader, panting heavily, mustered the little strength he had left to plead for mercy."Please spare me! I don't know anything. Please, spare me!" the team leader begged, his voice filled with desperation and fear."Danial was stunned.He was expecting some resistance from the leader but a few moves and he
As the doors of the helicopter swung open, Danial and Lily watched in awe as several figures leapt out with precision, landing on the rooftop with remarkable steadiness. Lily's eyes widened in shock at the seemingly gravity-defying feat. "How could they jump from that height and still be okay? Are their legs made out of iron?" she wondered, her mind reeling with disbelief. The newcomers, clad in tactical uniforms and armed to the teeth, wasted no time in assuming a defensive stance. Their guns trained on Danial, they barked orders with a commanding authority that left no room for negotiation. "Put your hands up in the air and kneel, or else we will shoot," one of them commanded, his voice sharp and threatening. Danial froze on the spot, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. "Why are they pointing guns at me? Aren't they from the law enforcement headquarters and the Special Ops team?" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing up at the hovering helicopter, he caug
"Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel. Victor, seething with anger, lunged at Danial with a powerful punch, his fist aimed at the masked man's head. However, Danial, displaying uncanny agility, skillfully ducked and dodged the formidable strike. Seizing the opportunity, Danial retaliated swiftly with a lightning-quick kick directed at Victor's abdomen. Yet, Victor, leaped skillfully, avoiding the oncoming kick and landing back on his feet with a smirk on his face. "Not bad. You have some skills. I thought I would end the fight quickly and move on, but now I'm excited to fight you, brat," Victor remarked, his tone a mixture of begrudging respect and lingering arrogance. Danial, wearing a sarcastic smile, responded, "Yeah, the punch was too slow, and your movement was not coor
Danial, still catching his breath from the intense rooftop battle, made his way to the exit of the hotel. Now in his hands, his mask carried the weight of the night's events. Glancing at it for a moment, he placed it carefully on a nearby table. As he reached for the door handle, preparing to step into the quiet night, the door swung open abruptly. Startled, Danial found himself face to face with several police officers, their weapons trained on him. Danial, his heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, found himself once again facing the daunting sight of police officers with guns trained on him. The sense of déjà vu was palpable as he recalled a similar encounter with the Special Ops team not long ago. He wondered why does this keep happening to him. "Put your hands above your head and lay on the ground!" the officer barked. Danial was stunned. He raised his hands and stood calmly in front of the officers. The officer saw Danial's face and was taken back. " He l
Danial went home after all the ordeal he went through. He was very tired. He didn't understand why he would get tired so easily when he was a minor realm higher in cultivation than Victor. He thought about it for a moment and gave up the idea. He didn't know much anything about cultivation and the actual cultivation world. When Danial entered his home, he saw Natasha cleaning the dishes, he went up to her and asked her " What are you doing so late?" Natasha jerked and almost jumped at the sound of Danial's voice behind her, her heart pounding with surprise. Quickly regaining her composure, she turned back to face him, relief flooding her features as she realized it was only Danial. "Master Danial, you almost scared me to death," Natasha exclaimed. Danial couldn't help but chuckle at Natasha's reaction "What, I thought you were well-trained in the arts of assassination, and this scared you?" he teased, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Blushing furiously at Danial's teasing
Marshal Barns cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on Danial as he began his tale. "The tomb we are talking about may be the tomb of Cyrus West, the Right-hand General of Prince Egon." Danial leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Who is Cyrus West, and who is Prince Egon?" he inquired, eager to learn more about the enigmatic figures from history. Marshal Barns settled back in his chair, his expression thoughtful as he explained. "If we talk about Prince Egon, he was the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty," he began, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. Prince Egon," Marshal Barns continued, "was a figure shrouded in myth and legend. He was not only the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty, but he was also revered as a paragon of martial prowess and unmatched power." Danial listened intently as Marshal Barns painted a vivid picture of Prince Egon's legacy. "It is said," Marshal Barns continued, "that Prince Egon reached a level of cu