"I cut off the head. If anyone wants to go up against me, you're free to do that. But I will let you live," Warren said. He then looked at Jamie who had a bewildered look in her eyes as she stared at him.
"Go out and announce to all about what I have done here today. If anyone wants to take my head, they're free to do so. But let them know, if I hear about the Phantom Group from now on, I will hunt them down and eliminate each and every one of them. That's a promise," Warren warned them.
The look of fear in Jamie's eyes, turned into a look of admiration. She didn't know Warren was so cool. The reason why he killed Amos in such a fashion, was to send a statement to everyone in the room. Only by making them see that he was serious about killing people who would cross him, would they take his message serious. That was quite a statement and it impressed her.
"Come on now, let's go," Warren said as he pulled her by the hand. She felt goosebumps as Warren's hand touch
Warren arrived back at the hotel to find Neo still waiting for him. Warren asked him to accompany him to the Cape Continent if he had any hopes of being his disciple. Neo was so happy to hear that Warren was willing to train him, that he had no qualms about moving halfway across the world for him. The two of them departed from the Einferem Continent two days later.The arrived in Flemond and Neo was surprised to feel just how warm it was. For someone who lived in the icy cold weather of his continent for so long that the change in temperature was a little too much for him to handle. When Warren saw how red his face was, he burst out laughing. He looked like a tomato and that was just too much to handle. The first stop they made was to a shop where Neo could buy himself clothing that was appropriate to the climate of the place. He also made sure to buy a lot of water to keep himself hydrated.Thereafter, they went home. Since Warren's villa was so huge, he didn't mind a
Warren's heart also skipped a beat for a moment. He expected the woman to fall to the ground in a pool of blood, but she was still just sitting there. It turned out that the shot the man in the balaclava fired, was a dud. Yvonne had her hands over her eyes since she didn't want to see the bloody scene. When she opened them, she could see that she was still unheard."Why the long faces? Where is your sense of humor?" the voice asked again. Then he started laughing hysterically. He then requested that the man with the balaclava remove the protective clothing that she was wearing. Upon first sight, Warren and Yvonne could see the burn scars she had on her. She looked as if she was boiled in a pot of oil, that's how bad it looked."I give to you, our little princess. Do you see the scars. Does it remind you of someone yet?" the voice asked. For a moment, Warren's thoughts wandered, but then he realized that it was impossible. There was no way that it was her. Especia
"Are you two really going to pretend I'm not here?" Johnathan said as he instructed his guard to cut Olivia up a little bit more. She let out a loud scream that had Warren's blood boiling."Calm down, Warren. Don't lose your head. He wants you to do something stupid," Yvonne said. She was the one who was level-headed. She witnessed first hand how Warren lost someone dear to him and she didn't want him to go through the same pain again. Although she was jealous that Warren's heart belonged to someone else, she couldn't handle the fact that he would be heartbroken again. She remembered how he cried in her arms, and she wanted the one to be there for him.As if he was on cue, Mark arrived on the scene. Seeing Warren and Yvonne together didn't sit too well with him. He didn't like that hid wife was so close with someone of the opposite sex. He sat in his car and observed them from a distance. He wanted concrete evidence that he could hold against her, since she
Warren arrived in Richmond the following morning. On his way to the Parker mansion, he was stopped by an elderly man who seemed to wait for him. Warren was in a hurry, so he didn't want to waste any time, but the man stood still in the middle of the road, cutting off any chances for Warren to go past him.Not wanting to get violent, Warren thought that he should rather talk to the man and hear what he had to say. The old man had a kind of familiar look, but Warren couldn't put his finger on where he saw him before."Master Cole, my name is Bruce and I have been a servant of the Parker family for years. I'm sure you don't know who I am," the man said. That's when it hit Warren. He did see him when he visited the Parker mansion when James Parker was still alive. Bruce, as he called himself, was working out in the yard that fateful day."Yes, I remember who you are. To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you here?" Warren asked. He looked at his watch
That was the moment when Warren's eyes opened. If it really was the case that the Parker family have been treating woman with the last name or Cole, like baby producing factories, then Johnathan 'falling in love' with his mother was no mere coincidence."Do you know the reason why they took part in such a bizarre practice for so long? Why would anyone be so committed to such a trivial thing for so long?" Warren asked. There had to be an explanation. No one would do something like that just for the fun of it."The reason for that is simple: to produce an offspring worthy of inheriting the sacred treasures of King Cole. There have been several treasure locations made known to the elite of the world, but it is inaccessible to all. These treasures are worth more than money could buy. The sword that Master Parker currently wields, is part of that famous collection, although it is incomplete," Bruce said. That claim made Warren think a bit more about why Johnathan was
Warren made it into the house in a jiffy. When he opened the door, he saw Johnathan Parker was sitting in the living room, just waiting for him. Warren looked around to see if there were any traps for him, because why else would he made it so easy to catch him? Johnathan laughed when he saw Warren was hesitant, but he told him to get closer so the two of them could talk.Warren speed blitzed him and appeared right in front of him, his sword aimed at the man's neck. But somehow, Johnathan didn't have any fear at all. He simply waited for Warren to make a move."Come on now, you don't want to talk first?" Johnathan asked. He then pointed his finger to the big television he had in his living room. Warren looked up and to his shock, on the screen was a live video of Olivia with her arms and legs tied up with chains. The messed up part was, the chains were over a pulley and it kept on stretching her arms."What you see in front of you is a live video call happe
"I'm not making any excuses for everything he's done, but Adam chose his own path. The reason he went out into the world to increase his cultivation level to what it had been, was to prove that he doesn't need to be the chosen one. He wanted to prove that our ancestors were flawed in their thinking. He could do it with his own strength, that's why he said, that tradition stopped with him. Little did he know, I already had an offspring of my own. Who knows, your superior strength and Reiteki control could be an indication that you might be what we have been waiting for. Who would have thought that it would turn out you to be the one to wipe out our bloodline," Johnathan said as he started to laugh. It was ironic. Someone with Warren's cultivation level was only a pipe dream. He might be the reincarnation of King Cole or not, but never in their history was there anyone who wielded such monstrous strength as him."I have no intention of ever being the reincarnation of anyone. I
She was just about to scream for help, when the man vanished before her eyes and appeared behind her with the knife pressed against her throat. "Make a sound, and you're history!" he warned her. Olivia was sweating bullets when she heard that. She knew that she was out of her depth. With one swift movement, the man could end her life. That's the gap in difference between their strength. "Please let me go. I won't say anything," Olivia begged, but the man only started to laugh. He heard that excuse almost more times than he could imagine. They say they won't talk, but they always do. "You won't get a chance to say anything at all. That's just fair since you decided to break into someone's house without their permission," the man said. He then brought the knife closer to her neck. He was serious about ending her life. Breaking in? What was he talking about? If there was someone breaking in, it was certainly not her. The man was the most susp