“Mr. Lee, Mrs. Synder is a religious Christian and a loyal patron of St. John Church. When she realized Professor Wilson couldn’t cure Myra, she contacted the church and asked for Pastor Angelo’s help.” Hamlin was worried that Kaze might misunderstand, so he quickly explained to Kaze softly. Kent did not disagree with inviting Pastor Angelo over because he could not be sure if Kaze would agree to help. Even if Kaze agreed, he might not be able to fully cure Myra. Pastor Angelo was different. He was a reputable clergyman in Riverbank and all of West State; many people had faith in him. If Myra was cursed like Kaze said, then inviting Pastor Angelo over might be the more suitable choice. Kaze nodded and did not say anything. It was understandable that the Synder family wanted more options to save their daughter. “Pastor Angelo, please save my daughter! If you can save Myra, I will donate to your church and support any kind of reconstruction!” Jane was behind Pastor Angelo
Kaze ignored Cole. He looked at Pastor Angelo and said, “Pastor, why don’t we have a test? Let’s see if your religion can save Myra, or if my murderous intent can bring her back from hell.” Usually, he never bothered to reply to mocking or sarcasm but Pastor Angelo pointed out that he was in hell with just a few glances—physically here, but mentally in hell. It meant that Pastor Angelo was not trying to mock or insult Kaze but he did see intense murderous intent in him. Kaze knew exactly what caused this condition. Killing one man would be a crime; killing ten thousand would be a monster. Killing nine million would be the monster of all monsters. Back on the foreign battlefield, tens of millions of lives perished in his hands. It was not exaggerating to call Kaze the embodiment of hell. He knew Pastor Angelo was not a fraudulent charlatan like Dr. Raph Tyson and was a man with true capabilities, so he decided to challenge him. Yet when the others heard him, they felt
Even Cole, an unbridled playboy, felt the power of the chants. He felt goosebumps and even had the urge to kneel. Pastor Angelo was indeed powerful. His chants filled the living room instantly. “That’s some powerful hypnosis technique. Is this the secret hypnosis practiced by the church?” Professor Wilson, who got beaten up earlier, finally recovered and came to the scene. He stood behind the group and watched Pastor Angelo work in admiration and awe. He might not understand the chants but as a professor with high achievements in psychology, he too had the urge to kneel. The strongest and most effective form of hypnosis would be religion. A religion had the most number of followers compared to any other psychologist. Even the most powerful politician, the richest man in the world, or even the most vicious criminals had their own beliefs in religion. Professor Wilson used to study different religions and had a decent understanding of Christianity. He knew the church
Upon hearing Kaze, Hamlin’s expression shifted a little. Kent’s heartfelt smile faded and his brows furrowed. “Hmph…” Cole wanted to continue mocking Kaze but then a frosty voice interrupted him. “Old man, you’re dead!” Everyone was shocked by the cold and hoarse voice because it came from Myra, who looked calm and peaceful a moment ago. Myra spoke, but the voice from her mouth did not belong to her. It sounded rough and demonic. It felt like something vile and filthy was inside the girl’s pure and innocent body. “Myra…” Kent and Jane were horrified. Despite looking at the familiar face, their daughter felt like a total stranger to them. Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Myra lifted her foot and took a step forward, seemingly trying to approach Pastor Angelo. “Protect the pastor!” The clergies quickly surrounded the pastor. “Stand down!” Pastor Angelo bellowed all of a sudden. Shocked, the clergies reluctantly stepped away. Pastor Angelo stepped forward an
“Myra, no!” Kent and Jane cried in shock. They knew if Myra killed Pastor Angelo, the girl would also lose her life. “Old man, even if you are compassionate, you shouldn’t really do this, risking your life and such.” As the knife swung down at Pastor Angelo, a strong hand extended from behind and grabbed the pastor by the back of his collar. He was then dragged backward and tossed to the couch, like how Kaze saved Kent earlier. Kaze finally intervened. “You!” The clergies reacted with anger but swiftly realized Kaze was saving the pastor. However, they disapproved of his rough method. Ignoring the horrified crowd, Kaze looked at Myra who swung the knife at him. He took a quick deep breath and shouted, “OUT!” Everyone else in the room was shocked. What did he just do? Myra was swinging the knife at him, yet he shouted at Myra. Myra did not even hold back when it came to the clergies or the bodyguards, and she even tried to kill Pastor Angelo. What gave Kaze t
“What the…” “Is Kaze Lee that terrifying?” “Impossible! He is just a charlatan, a liar! How could he be more powerful than Pastor Angelo?” Cole fell on his butt and cried like a wimpy boy. He never would have thought that Myra, who almost killed Pastor Angelo, would run away like a terrified little girl in front of Kaze. It sounded ridiculous. Kent was baffled as well. Even though he knew Kaze was capable of solving this matter because he saved his life back on the train, it was still unbelievable that one shout was all it took for him to scare Myra away. “Holy shit, is he the real God or what?” Professor Wilson widened his eyes in shock as well. He looked down on Kaze earlier because of the misleading first impression and how he argued with a professional like himself. He urged Kent to send Kaze away last night. Now, after getting hurt by Myra, he was looking miserable and did not do anything useful. On the other hand, Kaze simply shouted and seemed to have sol
Fwoosh! The quiet bushes suddenly rattled loudly and a dark and scrawny figure jumped out, running toward the tall walls at lightning speed. The dark figure might be fast but Kaze was faster. He tiptoed and then boosted himself into the air. He appeared behind the dark figure like a phantom and then punched him to the ground. Bang! The dark figure almost reached the top of the wall but was punched back to the ground. He left a deep crater when he crashed and blood spewed from his mouth. “Fuck! How dare you ruin the plan of the Ninja Clan! No matter who you are, you are already a dead man!” The dark figure got up and shouted at Kaze. The eyes that he did not cover up gleamed coldly. “So you are from Ryokan.” Kaze asked coldly, “Ninja Clan? Can you represent the whole Ninja Clan of Ryokan? Not even Daiso Kailan whom I killed had the nerve to make that claim.” The ninjas of Ryokan, also generally known as the Ninja Clan, had more than a hundred branches. The dark fig
“We never thought that the Ryokan ninja would target Myra. It completely slipped us.” Kent reacted grimly to the situation. “It’s not that easy for them to cast the curse either. There should be a medium they use and it should be around the target. I’ll check around later.” Kaze had a look at the pale and delicate Myra in her parents’ arms. “Myra has been cursed for a while now and it’s inevitable that her mental and physical states are damaged. “But it’s no big deal. Find a good doctor and give her some medicine to regulate her condition. Three to six months later, she should recover fully.” “I see. Thank you!” Kent finally was able to smile happily. He quickly ordered his men to find the best doctor in town. As the mayor and a member of the Synder family, he knew many good doctors, so Kaze did not have to worry about that. The body of the dead ninja was bagged and taken away. No one dared to question Kaze anymore. The issue that had plagued the Synder family for s
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju