"Sure about what?" Ms. Hughes barked furiously, "I'm telling you now, you're fired—get out, right now!""You..." Yanely was momentarily stunned. She let out a deep sigh, removed her name tag, set it on the counter, and faced her boss."Fine, I'm fired. But honestly? With a boss like you, I was planning to quit soon anyway! You're always kissing up to the higher-ups and stepping on the little guys. I have no clue how they ever made you a manager!"After her piece, she turned to Howard and Talia, giving a slight bow. "I'm so sorry I can't help you any further. My apologies.""It's us who should be saying sorry. We're the ones who put you in this spot," Talia admitted, feeling a bit ashamed."Don't worry about it. I wasn't planning to stick around here much longer," Yanely said with a light smile, then headed for the door."Hold on!" Howard called out with a casual smile. "No rush to leave. Just hang tight for a bit. I guarantee you won't be jobless for long."Yanely started to sa
"What are you waiting for? Thank Master Howard, now!" the middle-aged man urged."T... Thank you. Thank you so much!" stammered Yanely, her face beaming with gratitude as she gave Howard a respectful bow.Landing a manager's spot at a high-end luxury brand like Chanel was no small achievement. It was an incredible opportunity with a salary that dwarfed that of regular staff!"Don't mention it. I'm confident you'll do great," Howard said with a reassuring smile.The shrill sound of a phone ringing cut through the air, and Barbie's expression turned grim.Her heart lurched as she checked her phone. It was a call from her company.After a deep breath, she pressed the answer button. Then, in less than a minute, she crumpled to the ground, shaking uncontrollably, her face the picture of despair.The voice on the other end delivered the crushing news: Effective immediately, her contract was terminated, and all her recorded shows and ads were pulled off the air.She was gently warned
After Yevgen finished, he turned to Montana. "What are you waiting for? Get over here and beg Master Howard to spare your life!"The crowd around them was stunned into silence, their eyes wide with disbelief.The head of the prestigious Jones family bowing and apologizing to a young man in public was an unthinkable sight.The Chanel manager was equally astonished. He knew Yevgen, the current patriarch of the Jones family, a true heavyweight in Mendorra. He was actually apologizing in person!He finally believed the words his boss had said over the phone.He was secretly relieved, thankful for the smart decision he made earlier, or he would have been in deep trouble."I'm... I'm so sorry, I didn't see your worth, please... Please forgive me..." Montana walked up to Howard, his body shaking slightly, his face a picture of sheer panic. He knew then that he had crossed paths with a big shot, or his father would not have reacted this way."You were about to take me on a moment ago, w
Five minutes had passed, and the Chanel boutique had emptied out, leaving only Howard, the store manager, and a waiter. Talia made a quick call, and Yuffie and Riley returned not long after.Howard flashed a warm smile at Yuffie. "Why don't you try on some outfits too? See if anything catches your eye."Yuffie's eyes widened. "Howard, are you serious about buying me these fancy clothes?""If you like them, I'll buy every piece on these racks for you!" Howard said with an easy grin.Yuffie let out a playful laugh. "Howard, you're totally playing the big spender!" Two hours later, they were all back in the car, heading home. The sisters had picked out a few chic ensembles from Chanel and rounded out their winter wardrobe with stops at other boutiques.... Around 8 p.m., Howard finished dinner at Talia's place. He was about to settle down for some playtime with Riley's toys when his phone rang. It was Yoel with an update. There was a lead on the two mysterious figures they had be
"Mr. Holt, let me at him!" one shouted."Didn't you hear me?" Layton Holt snapped. "Get Fane out of here!""Right away, Mr. Holt!" The two, seething with anger, shot a glare at their adversary before lifting Fane to his feet."Do you even realize what you're doing?" Layton inhaled deeply, then fixed the man with a stern gaze."So you're the infamous Mr. Holt?" The man smirked at Layton. "Here's the deal: Clear out the riff-raff, and bring all the ladies from this bar to me for some fun.""Who are you?" Layton's eyes narrowed."Cut the chatter if you value your life." The man drew a combat knife, skewered a piece of fruit, and took a bite. "Follow my lead, or by tomorrow, Mendorra will be minus one Mr. Holt."Layton scoffed. "You think I'm scared? I've got an army of thousands. You're good, but are you 'beat thousands of men' good?""Wow, that many?" The man feigned shock. "Terrifying!"With a swift motion, he lunged at Layton like a ghost."Watch out, Mr. Holt!" Samuel's voic
The next thing he knew, the attacker was sent flying like a ragdoll, smashing through the wall to leave a person-shaped hole before crashing onto the backyard's concrete."Who... Who's that?" The man gasped, struggling to raise his hand, his eyes widening before his body went still.The room filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath as everyone stared, stunned.A martial master, taken out with just one hit? Unbelievably terrifying!"Master Howard!?" Layton and Samuel turned to see Howard and Yoel striding in confidently. Their surprise quickly turned to relief.They never expected Howard to show up, but with him there, they knew they were safe from tonight's brush with danger.In their minds whether it was Howard or Yoel, both possess at least the strength of a martial general. Dealing with a few martial master warriors for them was akin to squashing ants."Damn!" The four men glanced at their outnumbered buddies beyond the wall and cursed loudly."Keep one breathing. Th
"Hm?" Howard's brow creased. "Tell the police to stay out of this—they're out of their league. And get all our Shadow Sect operatives in Mendorra on the move. If they spot any, take them down on sight.""Got it!" The Judge signed off."Sir, what's the trouble?" Yoel glanced at Howard."They're definitely scheming something tonight!" Howard echoed the Judge's words before turning to the man with a stern voice. "What's your game in Mendorra? Where are the two martial generals?"The man spat out blood defiantly. "Go ahead, kill or maim me, but save your breath. You think I'll spill our plans? In your dreams!"As he finished speaking, Howard's wrist flicked, and three silver needles shot out, piercing the man's chest."Aargh!" The man screamed hysterically, writhing on the ground, drenched in a chilling sweat."I... I said... Please, stop... I said..." The man's plea broke off as he could not take it anymore, not even after a mere 30 seconds.Even for someone from the shadowy Dark
The most formidable agent of Mendorra's Special Patrol was just a martial general with major mastery. Facing two martial general titans, they were utterly outmatched!There was no time to waste. He shot off the address to Howard.Howard was his only hope then. Without him, tonight was bound to spiral into chaos."Step on it," Howard commanded after setting up the GPS, passing the phone to Yoel."Roger that!" Yoel slammed the gas pedal down, and the Range Rover shot forward."Why are the Special Patrol guys getting mixed up in this? Just who is this Blood Rakshasa?" Yoel asked, his voice heavy with concern as he navigated the streets.The Special Patrol, true to its name, was a unique oversight body.They had no set responsibilities, taking orders directly from the capital, tasked with handling unusual assignments that came down from the top, often collaborating with the war department in different regions.Howard and his partner had their fair share of run-ins with the Special
"And look at that bracelet, it's stunning! Oh, and the compact has such a unique charm! Should we get one of each to decorate our homes?""Yuffie, you're still in school. How can you afford all this?" Talia chided gently. "You have a hundred fifty-dollar budget. Spend more, and it's coming out of your allowance.""What? Only a hundred fifty dollars? You're being too tight-fisted, sis!" Yuffie's complaint was lighthearted as she playfully turned to Howard. "Howard...""Don't even think about it. His wallet is in my hands!" Talia cut her off, fully aware of her little sister's ploy."Fine..." Yuffie's pout was all in good fun."Haha! It's not every day we get to do this, honey. If Yuffie finds something she loves, let's get it for her. Who knows if it'll be here next time?" Howard chuckled."Yay! You're the best, bro-in-law!" Yuffie cheered, her face lighting up with joy."You're just making her more spoiled!" Talia gave Howard a playful eye roll and turned her attention away from
Howard's willingness to visit the antique market was not solely to assist the sisters in their quest for a legendary blade. Such weapons were treasures often stumbled upon by chance, rarely found by those who sought them.His real intent was to immerse the sisters in the rich culture of the martial arts clans they were then a part of. More exposure to the ways of the warrior guilds could only benefit them on their chosen path.The following morning, Howard's group of five set off in the direction of Nathanael. Talia and Yuffie buzzed with excitement throughout the journey, their minds alive with wonder.Nathanael, nestled in the mountains to the northeast of Mendorra and a couple hundred kilometers away, awaited them.By 10 a.m., they arrived, parking at the gates of a sprawling estate on the city's outskirts—the site of the famed market.Stepping out, they were greeted by a lively throng at the estate's entrance, many adorned in traditional robes, weapons hanging from their belts
"And that's not all. They might even be a bona fide king-level warrior." Howard's brow furrowed with uncertainty."It looks like The Dark World is a whole lot more tangled than we thought," Yoel mused aloud.Then, turning back to Howard, he inquired, "Sir, did the old man ever share anything with you about The Dark World?""Not a word," Howard replied, shaking his head."Sir, do you think our mystery person could be from one of the elite families or sects, maybe just there on some errand?" Mystical Chubby chimed in.His speculation was not unfounded. Most of the king-level warriors from Rackaham were known to hail from the secretive clans and sects."It's unlikely." Howard dismissed the idea with another shake of his head. "From what Sabertooth described, our guy seems to know The Dark World like the back of his hand.""Who's that supposed to be?" Mystical Chubby scrunched his brow in confusion."Let it go for now. We'll head back to The Dark World in a little while," said Howa
"Um..." Blood Rakshasa nodded, the woman's earlier words still ringing in her head."Sir... Sir, was what you said earlier true?" Blood Rakshasa asked Sabertooth, her voice barely above a whisper."What did I say?" Sabertooth looked puzzled for a moment."You said... You said next time, we'd go back home together to get married..." Blood Rakshasa's cheeks turned a soft pink."Hehe, absolutely," Sabertooth chuckled, his smile warm and genuine. "The boss gave me the order, and I've given my word."Blood Rakshasa's smile was shy but filled with joy.Soon after, Qemal strode in."Sabertooth, I've tracked down the hideout of the Slaying Heaven Palace," Qemal announced upon arrival."Is that so?" Sabertooth's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Tell the crew to take a two-hour breather, then we move out!"The Slaying Heaven Palace's goons had nearly wiped out them today. Payback was due.With the Palace's top fighters gone, the rest were hardly a threat. It was time to cross the Slay
"Shadow Demon Shrine?" The woman's brow creased for a moment, but she quickly dropped the subject.She then turned to Sabertooth and observed, "You and your group have the vibe of soldiers. You're not originally from The Dark World, are you?""Speaking to our savior," Sabertooth gave a respectful nod, "we were part of the Rackaham Western Region's military before we came here."He was open with the woman who had saved over a hundred of his comrades."The Western Region's military?" The woman paused, a hint of recognition in her voice, "You're with the Blood Shadow Force?""That's us," Sabertooth confirmed with another bow."Is your leader the King of the West, Master Howard?" she inquired further."You know my boss?" Sabertooth looked surprised."Not personally, but I've heard the name," the woman replied with a shake of her head. "What's he got you doing in The Dark World?""Over the past couple of years, the world's heavy hitters have been funneling their muscle and resource
"You'll live to regret this, Dark Demon Lord!" Blood Rakshasa declared, locking eyes with her adversary. "Kill us, and Master Howard will avenge us by wiping out every last one of you in your cursed palace...""Ha! That Master Howard of yours better think twice before stepping into The Dark World again, or it'll be his grave!" The Dark Demon Lord mocked with an icy laugh."You're the fool!" Sabertooth growled. "No one in The Dark World has been born who can take down our boss. Your time's coming!""Is that so?" The Dark Demon Lord sneered with disdain. "You're clueless, all of you. You have no idea how powerful the Shadow Demon Shrine truly is!""Enough babbling. Time to end this. I'll send you both to join your boss," he declared, his presence intensifying as he prepared to strike them down."I love you," Blood Rakshasa whispered, her eyes closing."No, don't!" Qemal and others shouted in despair.Then there was a thunderous boom.However, the expected tragedy did not unfold.
Sabertooth sneered, watching the man's futile efforts. "You're such a fool!"He then declared solemnly, "Blood Shadow Technique, second form, Sky Slash!"With those words, he summoned all his strength, his saber carving a fierce arc of light through the air, striking like thunder at his foe.The Blood Shadow Technique was known for turning the tides against stronger adversaries.The white-haired elder's eyes narrowed in alarm. Caught mid-leap, he desperately wanted to dodge but could not. The saber's light bore down on him, a chilling aura of death shrouding him completely.In that instant, a wave of energy crashed through the air like a tidal wave, bringing a howling gale with it.Crash!Suddenly, Sabertooth was hurled away like a shell fired from a gun, blood spraying from his mouth as he flew, before he slammed into the earth, leaving a huge crater and falling silent."Sabertooth!" Blood Rakshasa's shout pierced the chaos as she spun and dashed to his side.She barely made
The man in black was sent hurtling through the air, slamming into the ground with such force that he lay there motionlessly, struggling to rise. A gaping wound, carved by the relentless sword, oozed blood profusely from his abdomen."What in the world is that sword technique?" he gasped after a torturous effort to stand, his face ashen.He had underestimated Blood Rakshasa's swordplay. Since her breakthrough to a higher echelon of mastery, her blade's might had surged, utterly dominating her seasoned adversary."The Sword Without a Name," Blood Rakshasa declared icily.Without wasting another second, she launched another assault. Sabertooth was in dire straits, and she was determined to aid him.Her blade danced again, weaving a web of sword energy that shot toward the white-haired elder, ensnaring him in an instant.The old man's eyes narrowed in a flash of panic, realizing he was trapped with no way out."This is it!" he snarled, brandishing his blade and lunging forward.How
With a thunderous explosion of energy, Blood Rakshasa's power surged, forcing the old man before her to stagger back in disbelief."Impossible! Have you broken through?" he gasped, steadying himself, his face a mask of astonishment."You bet I have!" Blood Rakshasa's face lit up with triumph.She had done it, just as the old man had surmised. Amid her swordplay, she felt a dormant core energy within her erupt, catapulting her to the zenith of martial knight at peak mastery stage.Master Howard's words rang in her head. The core energy left in her by a once-mighty warrior was too much to absorb at once. Back in that cave, she only managed a minor mastery in martial knight. However, Howard had predicted further advancements, and he was right."Let's see if you can handle a few more of my strikes!" Blood Rakshasa challenged, her spirit soaring not just from her newfound strength but also from a deeper connection to her swordsmanship."Bring it on!" the old man bellowed, his blade re