Dragon Lee Unmasked Novels & Stories

"Xiaogang, step forward and remove your mask." The old man narrowed his eyes. Stepping forward, the youth removed his mask and much to Chen's surprise, this was the youth with the nickname Luo San Pao. The youth with an enlightened martial soul. Dusting himself, Chen openly placed the mask inside the storage belt tool he looted from this man— Xiaogang. The corner of Xiaogang's lips twitched and Chen nodded unhurriedly.

Then, he said, "Kim Lunhai's mask cost us millions. It's made of the latest nanomaterial and was produced with the most advanced 3D printing technology. It should've been flawless. Even the facial infrared recognition system and the experts who made the mask failed to find the issue. How did the Celestial Empire People figure it out?" Davis said, "Is it possible that Kim Lunhai has appeared somewhere?" Garnett shook his head and said, "That makes no sense. Kim Lunhai has been doing this for decades. He is the most famous commercial spy in the field. It's rare for him to be found that soon." Davis said, "I told you that the Celestial Empire guy was much sneakier than he looked. That's why I s

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

She felt her body rocking on the bed as he pounded into her again… In her ecstasy, in the thrashing of her head, she didn't notice his mask slipping until it was too late. As her vision cleared and she focused on his face, the mask slipped completely off his head, revealing features she knew all too well. Time seemed to stop. The world narrowed to this single impossible moment. Grayson. Her boss. Grayson Taylor was Sir.

“Unless we decide to reveal ourselves, neither man nor any organization can hope to find us!” Dustin was getting impatient. He wanted to beat Metal Mask up to the point where he could not fight back. Then, he wanted to get answers from him. “I already know how strong you are. Do you think I came to face you without any tricks up my sleeves this time?” Metal Mask asked and laughed. “The Divine Hall has worked hard and developed a secret weapon that is specifically tailored to fight against strong martial artists. Be careful, Dustin!” Dustin did not take what Metal Mask said as a threat. He moved straight for Metal Mask’s throat.

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

Caddaric instantly felt that Marshall and his men had arrived at the bunker, for which reason Sin Jon got a hint and faked his death to escape from him. The dons at the entrance froze instantly. Did the masked man have some superpowers? They couldn’t tell. Marshall has told Caddaric that he didn’t have much backup left behind so Caddaric entrusted the two men on standby with the corpse he carried when they met him in his room. “I want to know the identity of the corpse and the one responsible since the footage has already been wiped,” he said. These were Marshall’s trusted men and had sworn to secrecy. They would never tell about the person behind the mask. As such, his face wasn’t hidden fr

His body finally gave out, the drug temporarily spent. Lu Cheng pulled out, his body aching. He gathered Yu Yan into his arms, holding him tight. Yu Yan was unconscious, his breathing shallow but steady. Lu Cheng looked down at him, his jaw set in a hard line. Whoever that masked man was, whatever Phase Three was, it was war. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number he hadn't called in years. "It's me," Lu Cheng said when the line connected. "I need a clean-up crew. And I need information on a man wearing an Oni mask."