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But no matter men or women, if they fell into his hands, they would be dissected into pieces by his scalpel in the end. Doctor didn't like to be rejected by others. If you refused, he would cut off your meat piece by piece and fed it to the fish. The Doctor stood up and went to a strong man tied to the pillar. The man was two meters tall, with bulging muscles and explosive power. Doctor walked to him and reached out to touch his chest muscle, saying in a sharp voice, "You’re Titan, Sun Ying's most useful assistant, right? Didn't you expect yourself to fall into my hands? I’m really unwilling to kill a man as strong as you."

line. “Did you find yourself a sugar-daddy, Parker?” one of the Alphas sneered. They weren't stupid. They knew the suit and the gear I was rocking were worth more than three hundred thousand credits. Total market value for a bankrupt heir. “That’s right,” I said, leaning into the mockery. “How else would a stray like me get into a gala filled with pure-bloods like you?” The tone in the room shifted instantly. Curiosity replaced the disdain. “Well, who is he? If he’s lacing your pockets like this, he must be a Titan.”

“Sirius, please don’t look at me like that. The Nether Viper Sword is the sacred weapon of Viper’s Den, it shouldn’t just be worth 1.5 billion. Am I right?” “You’re right. It should be worth more than the Tiger Talisman,” Sirius rebuked. The Tiger Talisman was the sacred weapon of the Tiger’s Cave. Sol did not mind Sirius’ sarcastic remarks. He smiled and said, “Sirius, I thought you said you’ve left the Viper’s Den, why are you still defending them? It’s not necessary…” “Shut up!” Before Sol could finish, a frosty voice of a female sounded. Ruth raised her paddle and said, “2.5 billion!”

It’s part of my mutation, a little price to pay for possessing the indestructible features of steel. I feel sickened with myself for not looking away, I just can’t tear off my eyes from her. She is the thinnest woman I have ever seen. Shit! I can even count her ribs. Bruises at different stages of healing, tell her story, which I know very well. “Maybe I can lick them to heal fast,” Titan links with me. Now the bastard he wants to talk. “Shut the fuck up.” I link back and focus on the fragile woman in my arms.

"Let us go. Larry will give you whatever you want. Money, shares, whatever it is. Just let us go." "Money? I have plenty of that," the man said, walking slowly around the perimeter of the room. "No, Megan. I don't want a payout. I want to see the 'Titan' fall. I want to see what happens to the Trent empire when its foundation is pulled out from under it. I want to see Larry crawl." He stopped in front of me, so close I could smell his expensive cologne, something citrusy and sharp. He reached out as if to touch my hair, and I flinched back, my skin crawling.

he said with a mischievous smile. After two weeks, I felt a smile form on my face. I just knew what I had to do. Oh my dear mate, you are going to come begging to me soon! “I knew I could count on you, man!” I complimented Tristan before getting to action. I made a call to Alpha Devin, who was a good friend of mine. He was hesitant to go back on his word, but I assured him that it was for a good cause. I also offered him a heavy sum for the Titanium; four times what it was actually worth. The pack was facing a financial crisis, and he had no choice but to accept my offer.

"Move!" Dax roared, shoving my father toward the stolen SUV. "The ceiling is coming down!" But the loading dock wasn't empty anymore. Standing between us and the exit was a nightmare of chrome and hydraulics. A Titan-Sentinel. It was twelve feet tall, a bipedal tank with a rotary cannon for an arm. In the original timeline, this thing had killed three of our best riders. It had taken us six chapters to figure out how to scratch its paint.

I turned away from him and stared at the concrete wall in front of us. “He never tested anything on me. He was too ethical for that. He understood the implications.” “Your stepmother didn’t have that problem,” Tristan said and I turned back to look at him. “Vance didn’t have that problem. Xavier certainly didn’t.” He set the papers down again. “Your blood is worth six hundred million dollars a year because it’s unique. But it’s only worth that if there’s someone who can keep it stable. Without stabilization, it degrades. It becomes useless. And you become useless with it.”

Her gaze told Titus that she recognized him, and it made Titus feel defeated and frustrated. “Fifty million!” Right after Titus lifted his plate, the man lifted his as well. “One hundred million!” “One hundred million?! My God! Has he lost his mind?! Is that woman worth that much money?!” Just when everyone thought that the man was insane, Titus did something that was even more shocking—he lifted the two hundred million plate. The people in the auction hall were too stunned to speak. They were all shocked by the price. “Four hundred million!”

said Titus. Indeed, Titus is now the backbone of his family. Since his father had an accident and suffered from memory loss, Titus's daily needs were practically borne by Titus. You see, Titus is the most successful of the three brothers. "The salary of civil servants is not enough, Mas," said Titus. "Therefore, I also have to have a business. Apart from participating in the capital market, I also trade assistive devices for the blind.” Apparently, Titus was no different from most normal humans. He also consists of skin and flesh. Titus also feels love, has a hobby of keeping birds, and has a favorite football club and trade. Even Titus is actually more valuable than the majority of humans w