"Huh? You're here to deal with me personally this time? I thought you represented the Scarlet Leaf Faction. Nonetheless, we can talk about this. I hope your plan won't disappoint me." Kyra smiled softly and said, "My plan won't disappoint you, Mister Damon. Actually, you and Jeckle are on the to-kill list of the Scarlet Leaf Faction. Jeckle is not the only one who has to die. You'll suffer the same fate too, Mister Damon." "What? Scarlet Leaf Faction wants to get rid of me?" "But if you do as I say, I can ensure your survival, Mister Damon. The Green Leaf Faction overstepped this time, and there were international blames. Greensource Corp will vanish from this world in the near future. Only those who obey orders have the right to survive. I think you can do that, Mister Damon. This is only the start of our plan. I wonder if you're willing to participate." Damon took a deep breath and glanced at Kyra coldly. He said, "You should know my stance, Miss Kyra. I think the Scarlet Lea
Night came, and Damon drove out of Greensource Corp to go home. He switched on the lights and saw a man with black robes standing on his balcony. He quickly walked over and knelt on one knee. He said with respect, "Sir." The man covered with black robes faced Damon with his back. A masculine voice could be heard, "I trained you for ten years, Damon. I can't believe your will is still so easily swayed. It looks like I was wrong about you." Damon felt a shiver down his spine when he heard that. He had goosebumps as he knelt there. He laid low and said tremblingly, "Sir… I was wrong. Please spare me, sir." "I can give you a second chance, but from now on, you have to obey my orders completely. Otherwise, I'll take everything you own from you." Damon gulped hard and said, "I will listen to you, sir. I will listen to whatever you say. I will do whatever you want me to do. I won't ever betray you no matter what, sir." Damon was an authoritative figure in Greensource Corp, and he ha
Damon did not want to die, let alone give up what he had worked for in the past decade. If he had to give up all those things, then he would rather die. "Don't worry, you won't die. Just be good and swallow these two flame crystal cores." The cloaked figure fed Damon two black-colored flame crystal cores. Then, he took out a syringe filled with a red fluorescent liquid, injected it into the syringe, and plunged it into Damon's left chest, injecting the red liquid into his body. In an instant, Damon emitted a powerful spiritual energy aura, and the fiery red spiritual energy that represented the fire element rapidly spread from Damon, quickly covering the entire training room. The flames of spiritual energy formed a turbulent flow in the room, constantly crashing in the training room. Under the powerful impact, the cups and some tables and chairs in the training room were shattered to pieces. The spiritual energy emanating from Damon's body had such formidable power, and the s
Demetra fell silent for a moment and said, "I'm just wondering if I should have joined Greensource Corp in the first place. If I had never joined, then maybe I wouldn't be facing the dangers I am today. But if I hadn't joined, I might not even be alive right now. So, I didn't really have a choice, did I?" Wilbur said, "Since you didn't have a choice, why dwell on it?" Demetra said, "But I…" Wilbur said, "The reason you're troubled is because you're a good person, Demetra. Tell me, have you ever killed innocent people?" Demetra shook his head and said, "No, the people Greensource Corp had me kill were all demons. Of course, that's other than you. You're the only exception." Suddenly, Demetra stared at Wilbur and said, "Mister Penn, since your body has already recovered, why don't we have a fight? I've been wondering if I can defeat you now that my body has the power of destruction. You might no longer be a match for me." "Hmph, who are you underestimating? You might be progr
With a loud boom, the powerful shockwave dispersed the armor formed by the power of destruction on Demetra's body, turning it into black miasma. At the same time, Demetra's body flew backward rapidly. At that moment, Wilbur seemed to suddenly snap out of it, hastily reaching out to grab Demetra's arm and pulling him back. "Be careful!" "Stay back!" Demetra suddenly swung down with his sword, and Wilbur quickly let go, taking a few steps back. The two stood facing each other, panting heavily. At that moment, the black aura emanating from both of them continued to dissipate. Wilbur smiled slightly and said, "Heh, it seems the recoil of the power of destruction is still too strong." Demetra gritted his teeth and said, "It's true, that's definitely the case. I'm truly sorry for that last attack. You know, I didn't mean it." Demetra sheathed his sword, and Wilbur approached him, patting Demetra's shoulder. He said, "This battle is a draw. Alright, it's getting late. Get some res
Wilbur hoped that Kyra would keep her promise. With him already helping her deal with Jeckle, Tina and her mother's safety in Cametra would depend on Kyra. Allowing Tina to get close to Kyra was aimed at making Kyra understand Wilbur's intentions. As long as the Scarlet Leaf Faction did not harm Tina and her mother, Wilbur and the Abyss Mercenaries would not cause trouble in Cametra. In the afternoon, inside Kyra's room, Tina asked, "Kyra, is there anything I can help you with?" Kyra smiled faintly and asked, "Did Wilbur send you?" Tina blushed and replied, "Yes, it's partly his idea, and partly mine." "Alright, I bought a set of clothes yesterday. I'm not sure if they'll fit you, but since you're here, you can help me take a look." With Jeckle already dead, Damon was actually more useful compared to Wilbur. So, Kyra actually hoped that Demetra would die in battle against Wilbur. If the two of them died together, Kyra could pull Damon under her command. Although there was
"It looks like it." The man in the black robe said coldly, "That despicable man! I wanted to let them kill each other, but I didn't expect Demetra to leave Wilbur. How could he leave? How could his will be so strong?" Bari said, "Sir, Demetra is an orphan and has lived a difficult life since his childhood. His willpower far exceeds that of ordinary people. Although the virus in the red reagent can control the brain of cultivators, it may not be effective for someone with such strong willpower." The man in the black robe remained silent for a moment and said, "In that case, Bari, go and kill Demetra. Get rid of the problem." "Yes, sir. I'll have it done right away." Bari retreated into the darkness and disappeared without a trace. The man in the black robe got up and entered the underground chamber, arriving at the training room. As he opened the door, a surge of fiery spiritual energy rushed towards him. Entering the training room, the man in the black robe looked up and sa
Moonlight scattered over the calm surface of the river. Demetra and Bari, one standing in the water, the other on the shore, stared at each other, neither showing any intention to strike first. They were like two composed individuals who were engaged in conversation, but this surprised Bari. The Bari said with a smirk, "I didn't expect you to remain this calm. Weren't you acting quite crazy just now? I thought my punch would drive you completely mad. But with your meager strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle my Heavenly Dragon Fists. Forget it, this is boring. Just let me kill you quickly so I can go back and report it and take a nap." As he spoke, black energy gathered in Bari's hands, then he suddenly unleashed his fists at Demetra. Two jet-black fist imprints rushed toward Demetra. At that moment, a trace of killing intent flashed in Demetra's eyes. He raised the katana in his hand and swung it fiercely. A powerful spiritual energy burst forth, carrying a destructiv