Lahat ng Kabanata ng Last Man Standing: Kabanata 611 - Kabanata 620

The woman was in her mid-twenties, with a radiant complexion and a slender figure. She wore a touch of makeup and carried herself with an undeniable elegance.She graced the room in a flowing green dress, her black coat trailing behind her. Waves of hair cascaded over one shoulder, complemented by the glint of an emerald necklace at her throat. She had the unmistakable air of high lineage.Trailing her was an older man, his presence exuding a seasoned strength that marked him as more than the average martial artist. Two burly bodyguards in black suits, faces set in stern lines, followed suit."Who's she? Do you know her?" Howard leaned in, curiosity piqued as he nudged Shylah.Truth be told, Shylah's own striking features and aura held their own against the newcomer. However, Shylah's taste for warrior's garb over gowns meant she blended into the background more than the lady in green."Sir, that's Selena Fabish, the Fabish family's pride and joy. She's Quintilian's very own renai

"Let's check it out." Howard's brow creased as he rose and headed for the stairs, Shylah right on his heels.Meanwhile, just a short distance from the third-floor staircase, a tense standoff was unfolding between two factions: Selena's group and the Blood Leopard's crew.Selena and her close-guard were both nursing injuries, the marks of a recent skirmish. Two other men, dressed in black, lay still on the ground, barely hanging on to life. It seemed unlikely they would last much longer."Ms. Fabish, what's it going to be? Made up your mind yet?" Blood Leopard eyed Selena with a mix of impatience and amusement. "I'd suggest you come quietly with me. Otherwise, it'd be a real shame if my friends here accidentally marred that pretty face of yours.""Blood Leopard, you lowlife, do you have any idea what you're getting yourself into?" Selena's bodyguard glared at him, his voice thick with anger. "Do you really think the Fabish family is a pushover?""Oh, I'm shaking in my boots!" Blood

"What... What?" Blood Leopard's eyes widened in shock before he vehemently shook his head. "No...never heard of it..."A heavy sigh escaped him.The big boss of the shady underworld had been so rattled by Howard's strike that his thoughts were a jumbled mess.Still, how could he, the top dog of Quintilian's criminal world, not know about the Canfield family's big scandal? His denial was as good as an admission of guilt.Howard's hand sent a slicing gust of wind that cut across Blood Leopard's shoulder like a knife's edge.A heavy thud followed as an arm, cleanly severed, dropped to the ground, blood gushing out in torrents."Ah!" Blood Leopard's scream pierced the air.His crew, witnessing the horror, shuddered and scrambled back several meters."Tell me everything you know, and maybe, just maybe, you'll save your own skin," Howard said, closing the distance with a calm stride.He had merely thrown out a question to probe, but it turned out the man actually knew something."I

"What the—?" The four men shook their feet.Howard and Shylah then stepped through the wreckage."Monsters!" Shylah's voice thundered as she saw the woman on the couch."Look what we have here; it's another knockout!" The ponytailed man's surprise quickly turned into a leer as he advanced on Shylah, gulping."And who might you two be? Got a death wish?" The previously speaking man scowled, his brow furrowed.He was the toughest of the bunch, nearly a martial knight in skill. He could not get a read on Howard, but Shylah... She radiated danger."Sir, your orders?" Shylah glanced at Howard."Spare one. The rest? End them," Howard commanded, ice in his voice.Shylah had been itching to move. At Howard's command, her curved blade sang through the air."You filthy—" The ponytailed man's insult was cut short as the blade sliced through him.Thump!He tried to speak, but no words came. He fell, his body convulsing briefly before going still."Brother!""Big Bro!"The three men l

After briefing Shylah and his companion, Howard headed to Black Blade's room."Marshal!" The medical attendant, bustling about the room, straightened up and saluted as Howard walked in."How's Black Blade doing?" Howard asked, giving a small nod."Marshal, that remedy you concocted is nothing short of magic. The bruise from that nasty hit has vanished from Black Blade's body," the attendant reported with a hint of awe. "Won't be long now. He'll be coming around any minute!""Good." Howard nodded and strode to the bedside.He checked Black Blade's body. After a couple of minutes, he pressed a hand to his chest, channeling a surge of core energy.A moment passed and Black Blade's brow twitched, his eyes fluttered open."Marshal?" he gasped, shocked to see Howard."Back with us?" Howard offered a slight, reassuring smile."Can't thank you enough, Marshal." Black Blade knew full well that Howard had snatched him from death's grip."That hit's been cleared from your system, but yo