Ch. 921..930
Chapter 921
Large bats circled the air above Tourmaline Estate.
Each was equipped with a radar-like device that swept over every corner of the estate.
It left the living things within the estate nowhere to hide.
Ray after ray of death engulfed the living like charges of electricity, burning them into crisp corpses.
Within the Fragrant Vessel Court.
In the dining room, the corners of Jay's lips tugged into a beautiful smile as he stared at the fainted members of his family.
This was his last dinner with them. To ensure that they would not obstruct his plans, Jay had laced their dinner with fake poison.
"People, have them brought to the biochemical coffins."
"Yes, Sir."
The originally narrow tunnel from Fragrant Vessel Court to the Underground Palace had widened greatly thanks to the all-nighter pulled to work on it.
Arriving at the Underground Palace, Jay watched over as his people placed Grandfather and everyone else into the biochemical coffins. He closed the coffins
himself.
Not only were these coffins made to withstand the sweeping of infra-red rays, but it could also disrupt the radars used. Furthermore, their strong sealing system could keep any form of toxic gas from seeping i
n.
A certain amount of oxygen was kept within the coffin, though it would only suffice for around two days before it ran out.
With that, Jay turned and left the Underground Palace, not forgetting to completely block off the tunnel.
He returned to Fragrant Vessel Court. Clapping twice, his family appeared in front of him.
Grand Old Master was supporting himself on his cane while Jack Ares had a refined and solemn expression on his face. James Ares was in the wheelchair...
Jay spoke, "Thank you. I promise the Ares family will do what we can for your families."
"The Ares family has helped us, Master Jay. It's an honor to give our lives to you. Not to mention that we're all men on borrowed time. To die is merely a question of when." Jay nodded.
"Then you shall walk out with me."
With that, Jay took a big step toward the court's main doors.
Pulling open the door, he was hit with an onslaught of vibrations airborne and on the ground that almost burst his eardrums.
He watched men from the guard barrack run about, their numbers dwindling to a mere handful.
Then, the large bats began to descend, revealing cloaked men in black outfits who alighted their crafts.
On their wrists were flashlight-looking devices that shot out rays of light that could render living land dead. With it, they began to check for remaining lives.
In front of Fragrant Vessel Court was parked a modified and transformable tank. The tank itself looked impressive as well, suiting Jay's dignified aura.
The corners of Jay's lips tilted beautifully just as members of the Doomsday Organization ran toward him.
Then, he dashed across the grassland with the speed of a cheetah into the midst of people.
He began to fight them.
It was unlike members of the Ares family to sit by and watch. Guards from Chateau de Selene's guard barrack began to rush out with specialized armor.
Jay spoke, "Show me what you've got."
His legs would still be rather stiff had it not been for his vigorous physical therapy these past few days.
Jay's movements were swift and strong as he was smart enough to couple the strength of Taekwondo that he had learned ever since he was a child and the fluidity of mixed martial arts that he had fallen in love with later on.
Surrounded by members of the Doomsday Organization, Jay found himself without even an ounce of fear in sight.
His white button bloomed with reminiscence to lotuses as his body moved with agility in the air. In no time, the members were left fallen on the floor in a circle around him.
Chapter 922
Chapter 922
Alas, the guards of Tourmaline Estate did not fare as well as Jay Ares.
By the hands of the Doomsday Organization, broken necks, dismembered limbs, and separated torsos splayed all over the place... it was a gruesome sight.
Right at that moment, a special bat-like aircraft landed and a man in a white-hooded cloak descended from it.
The Spiriter immediately approached to report. "The radar has shown a total of 1780 deaths within Tourmaline Estate, Young Master, out of a total of 1990 mortality cards."
"There are still 206 of them left inside. Get rid of them."
As usual, the young master gave a curt order. "Find me the identities of the dead."
Jay's heart chilled. There should be 210 people left. Considering 1780 out of 1990 members of the Tourmaline Estate had died, who were the four members left?
"Cole Yorks!" Jay suddenly yelled.
"You can't hide from me!"
The man in the white cloak and white fox-shaped mask walked over.
"Being too intelligent is a sin, Jay Ares. Would you like to know the price to pay?"
Despite the voice changer, Jay could ascertain from his tone and intonation that this was indeed Cole Yorks.
For Angeline and their kids, as well as to fulfill his own selfish desires, Jay decided to lie to Cole.
"The Ares family is humiliated by the fact that your Aunt Chloe seduced my uncle and gave birth to Angeline. The Ares family is a virtuous name and we'll never recognize such merciless evildoers like you as part of our family."
"What did you say?" Cole had always held himself as an emotionless robot whenever he went on missions.
Yet he found himself pushed to despairing limits by Jay's words.
All because of the words 'Angeline is Aunt Chloe's daughter'.
"You're lying!" Cole roared.
Jay snorted. "Hmph. You could always just take Zetty's hair for a DNA test if you don't believe me."
Jay threw him a small clothed pouch.
Cole caught it.
Jay laid his reversed psychology on thick. "You want to know why I've suddenly stopped loving Angeline? It's because her veins bleed the shameful blood of you
Yorks." 1
Cole raged. "You'll wish you were dead when I'm done with you, Jay Ares."
Shaking with anger, he pointed a finger at Jay. "What are the rest of you waiting for? Get the weapons if you can't beat him in a fistfight."
A prideful smirk swam in Jay's eyes.
Multiple large bats took off and began to drop countless new biochemical bombs at Jay. Flames burst upon impact and the fire began to spread quickly, turning the area into a sea of burning flames. Meanwhile, Jay whizzed through the fire.
At the same time, the guards threw off their armor as well to reveal the same white shirt Jay was wearing underneath, their physique resembling Jay's. Like soldiers on suicide missions, they ran toward Jay as decoys.
It dawned on Jay that this was Grandfather's final plan.
At the same time, the guards began throwing smoke bombs that they had already prepared. Black smoke engulfed the estate.
"Quick, Master Jay. Get in the tank."
They shielded Jay as he got inside.
By the time the smoke vanished, Tourmaline Estate became crowded with hundreds of the same tank,
driven by men who looked the same.
Staring at the soldiers who rushed into danger for him, Jay finally understood. Grandfather's guards had dispersed long ago, leaving only elites to aid him as he escaped.
"Thank you, Grandfather." An evil smirk graced the corner of Jay's lips.
Chapter 923
Chapter 923
Sitting in his battle aircraft, Cole took off his foxshaped mask and looked down at Tourmaline Estate. Like a winner staring at his opponent from above, a victorious smile flared in his eagle-like eyes. "All of you will pay for the death of Aunt Chloe, Jay Ares."
Bats took off from the ground at the same time and began to fly around the estate, raining beads of concentrated biochemical weaponry.
Meanwhile, Jay's tank went mad like a demon who had finally been released after being locked away for millennia, firing high caliber bombs from its back as it crashed recklessly within the estate. After losing hundreds of tanks to the bats, Jay initiated self-destruct on his.
"May the glory of Tourmaline Estate be remembered in history." Jay's eyes glistened with stubborn tears.
"Boom!"
Like large planets crashing, Tourmaline Estate exploded.
Red hot flames burst in the air while pieces of tinder joined and fueled the sea of fire.
Cole gaped in shock with wide eyes as he stared at the orange sea.
"You're a cruel man, Jay Ares."
Soon enough, the Spiriter approached and reported, " Tourmaline Estate is engulfed by poisonous gas, Young Master. There's no way the people within Tourmaline Estate would survive this, not when Jay Ares used a special combustion gas."
Cole was stunned into a stupor.
"He fought intending to die, didn't he? Indeed, Jay Ares, I'm no match for your courage, your intellect, or your strength."
"It's almost sunrise, Young Master. Let us return."
Cole stared blankly at the sea of flames beneath.
"It should be impossible for Jay's tank to survive such a widespread fire, right?"
The Spiriter replied, "Unless he's a god, I think not."
Cole lifted a hand. "Mission accomplished."
The bats above the estate began to disperse, lifting the heavy gloom that once weighed over it.
From the foot of the mountain behind the estate, Josephine watched the happenings within Tourmaline with frightfully widened eyes.
She watched Jay control the tank, and she watched Jay blow up the estate himself.
"No..."
After a long while, Josephine screamed heart-wrenchingly only to have Zayne reach out to muffle her mouth.
"Don't scream, Josephine!"
"But Jay-" Josephine was too upset to speak. Her heart burned in her chest and her throat was clogged. There was no outlet for the anguish within her.
Eyes red, Zayne held her tightly against himself. "It's over now, Josephine. It's over now."
As far as they were concerned, Jay had used his death to protect the public's perception of Tourmaline Estate. They had watched, with their own two eyes, how Jay turned the tables on the Doomsday Organization with his intellect and how he displayed extraordinary amounts of courage by initiating self-destruct.
At the very least, Doomsday Organization could not humiliate the late Ares family the same way they had with the people of Bright Moon Village.
Jay's selflessness had made it hard for everyone who watched to breathe.
First light pierced through the horizon as the earth met a new dawn.
The sound of fire sirens rang loud within Imperial Capital.
People had already surrounded the outside of Tourmaline Estate.
Alas, they were at a loss in face of a fire that roared to meters of height.
Within the secret castle.
After a short rest overnight, light shone into Angeline's eyes again.
Chapter 924
Chapter 924
Blinking her eyes open, Angeline looked around the familiar environment. Right, it was where Jay had forcefully induced her labor.
Angeline stared in surprise as two gentle and prettylooking maids entered the room with a cleaning basin. "I heard thunders and explosions from Imperial Capital last night. What was that all about?" The two maids halted, their eyes immediately reddening. They choked out a reply, "We don't know what happened either, except that it came from Tourmaline Estate."
Angeline's expression grew doubtful. "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"
The two maids hung their heads, not daring to speak another word.
Lifting the covers, Angeline ran out barefooted.
Outside the bedroom was stationed two members of Ghost by the doors, guarding it. Seeing Angeline, they immediately bowed respectfully.
Angeline reached out to pinch the man's lapels. Such quality suits could only come from Grand Asia.
"Where's Jay Ares?" Angeline immediately assumed that Jay must have locked her up in this mysterious place.
Not knowing how to answer Angeline's question, the two members opted to remain silent.
Angeline spared the two aforementioned maids a glance. It was evident that the four of them worked under Jay, or how else could she explain the unspoken agreement to not answer any of her questions? Angeline searched every room looking for him, but Jay was nowhere in sight.
All she found was Grayson, walking out of the study with a new copy of their divorce papers. Walking toward Angeline, Grayson spoke in a grim tone, "The president is sorry for his selfish actions, forcing you to stay by his side his entire life. As of now, he's decided to return your freedom to you."
Grayson handed Angeline the divorce papers again.
Angeline took them. She had not been able to read through its contents yesterday due to her loss of sight.
Therefore today, she would take a good look at how ruthless Jay treated his ex-lovers.
Flipping open the first page, the anger in Angeline's eyes slowly transformed into confusion with every word she read.
Written in black and white, Jay had not only left all the children in her care but had given her all his assets as well. The word 'Majeure' was written on the line stating the reason for the divorce. It was not a lack of love.
Papers fell from Angeline's hands as she tried to process the words she read.
Anxiously, she grabbed Grayson's hand. "What happened to him? Tell me."
The thread Grayson hung from snapped at Angeline's sudden outburst.
His tears fell as he was unable to hold back anymore.
"Ms. President, Master Jay-"
Grayson gulped. "I should not be the one to tell you the news, Ms. President."
Grayson's silence only had Angeline's heart racing even wilder in her chest like a horse let loose.
"What did you call me, Grayson?" Despite her franticness, Grayson's 'Ms. President' echoed powerfully in her mind.
"Ms. President?" Angeline's eyes screamed in fear.
"Isn't Jay your president?"
Angeline struggled to breathe, feeling as if she had been placed in a cramped little box where oxygen was scarce.
Grayson replied, "He transferred Grand Asia under your name a few days ago."
Angeline staggered backward. "What happened to him? Why would he do this?" Grayson remained silent.
Angeline roared. "Tell me, Grayson. This is an order from your president."
Grayson lifted his gaze, tears streaming from his reddened eyes. "You might be able to say goodbye if you rush to Tourmaline Estate now, Ms. President." Say goodbye?
Angeline felt her legs give at the two mere words.
Chapter 925
Chapter 925
With a one-track mind, Angeline dashed about the castle in search of its exit.
Grayson activated the castle's stone door to allow the trickling of morning light into the otherwise dark interior.
Raising a hand over her eyes, Angelina turned eastward to find the blue sky dyed vermillion by the flames over Tourmaline Estate. Angelina's chest felt heavy and her heart threatened to leap out of her chest.
Grayson stopped the Ferrari in front of Angelina. "Get in, Ms. President."
Toward the Ferrari Angelina staggered, pulling open the car doors with a quick move and sitting inside.
The Ferrari gave a low rumble before it sped eastward and toward the sea of flames.
Her gaze fell on the diamond-set sunflowers within the interior of the car. Angeline reached a trembling hand to touch its petals.
Her mind echoed with Jay's enchanting baritone." Diamonds represent forever while sunflowers represent happiness. Stay happy and carefree forever, Angeline. That's all Jaybie could ask for." Angelina's eyes immediately reddened.
"Who bought this car, Grayson?"
Grayson swallowed. "He had everything prepared before he left. He's prepared everything for you, Ms. President, no matter what it is."
Angeline asked shakily, "Where is he going?"
Grayson grew silent, his tears threatening to fall again.
Grayson was filled with too much energy that he dared not and could not let out. This energy became the speed the car raced in the wilderness.
The Ferrari sped through hills and into the main road that led to Tourmaline Estate. A burning shade of green spread to the horizon.
Shocked, Angeline stared with wide eyes at Tourmaline Estate. She broke into a heart-wrenching wail as she found herself unable to be convinced by the ruined silhouette of the building to be anything but the estate itself.
"What happened here?"
Grayson stepped fully on the accelerator, bringing the Ferrari to Tourmaline Estate's gates in the blink of an eye. Stumbling out of the Ferarri, Angeline was met with the sight of countless firetrucks trying to placate the flames. Fragrance Vessel Court was burned down, leaving nothing but cracked walls melting in the fiery heat.
She tugged on a worker nearby and stammered, asking, "The people inside..."
The person interrupted with a reply before she could finish her question. "There are no signs of life." Angeline's eyes rolled back, falling onto the floor.
However, she was supported by a pair of strong hands. "Ms. President."
Angeline turned to look at him weakly. "Where is he? Tell me."
Grayson remained silent.
Angeline grabbed Grayson agitatedly. "He's not inside, right? Tell me he's not inside."
Grayson's eyes burned as he choked out. "I don't know, Ms. President..."
Grayson had not the heart to tell Angeline the truth.
Not when Jay had put so much thought into ensuring her a happy life. Who was Grayson to throw away all that hard work? Who was Grayson to push her into such grave sorrow?
Right at that moment, Angeline heard a grieving scream.
Slowly turning around, she found Josephine sobbing faintly into Zayne's chest.
Angeline dragged her heavy body over. Angeline looked one breath away from death, hanging on by the thin thread of needing to know Jay's vital status-the very thing that gave her hope under this suffocating despair.
"Josie!" she called out softly, kneeling before Josephine.
Chapter 926
Chapter 926
Angeline approached with the intent to console Josephine, only to watch the unease grow as the other's eyes fell on her.
Both Zayne and Josephine's expressions were one of pity and worry, making Angeline feel uncomfortable.
"Where's your brother?" she asked.
Josephine opened her mouth, only to be muffled by Zayne's hand as if his life depended on it.
The blood drained from Angeline's face, leaving her like a single-winged moth that was unable to spread its wings and fly, destined to wither away.
"Where's your brother?" Angeline asked again, her voice too low to hear the anger within.
Josephine struggled out of Zayne's grasp.
However, Zayne only tightened his arms in response. Like a ruthless executioner, Zayne showed no hits of letting go until Josephine breathed her last breath. Slowly, Angeline stood. Her eyes fell on the flames before them.
Without notice, she ran toward the fire.
Zayne and the rest felt their hearts jump. They only relaxed slightly when Grayson quickly dashed after Angeline to hold her back.
"Please, Ms. President. I'm so sorry for your loss." Grayson sobbed.
The word 'loss' echoed like a death knell in Angeline's mind, driving her mad.
"I want to look for him. Let me go! He's not leaving without me."
Both Zayne and Josephine quickly rushed forward to comfort Angeline when they saw her outburst.
Zayne spoke, "He couldn't let you go no matter how hard he tried, Angeline. So for him, you have to live well."
Angeline was too far broken to heed his words.
She used to groan over how cold and aloof Jay Ares was, yet she found it impossible to place any blame on him. Not with how emotional she felt right now.
How could she possibly accept such an ending now that she knew his ruthlessness was because he had no other choice? How could she possibly accept it now that she knew he was still the Jaybie who protected her with everything he had?
Grayson may have had the strength of a mule, yet he found his hold on the woman giving under Angeline's determined struggles.
Both Zayne and Josephine helped him hold Angeline back, the very woman who seemed adamant about running to her death and whose voice had gone hoarse from all the screaming. "Let me go with him, please. Please, I'm begging you. You have no idea, there's no point in living in a world without him."
"You still have your parents, Angel. You still have your kids. You need to think this through." Zayne persuaded.
"Tell Mother and Father I'm sorry. I'll do better in my next life. Take care of my kids. Don't hold me back, Zayne. You know I can't survive without him. Where he goes, I go."
"You can't die yet, Sis Angeline. Listen to me," Josephine consoled her as she sobbed. "My brother loved you so much. He even planned everything out for you after his death. You can't pour all his hard work down the drain."
"No-I have to talk to him. I need to know what he was thinking when he decided to throw me away. He promised me forever."
Angeline heaved and cried, her sobs tearing through the air and ripping apart the hearts of those who heard. Soon after, she lost her voice.
There was no sound to be heard. All that was left was a contorted expression on her gorgeous features.
This sight of Angeline pushed Josephine into a sadder wave of tears.
After all, she was no stranger to how falling deeply in love with someone felt.
Not to mention that Sis Angelina's love for Jay had always been one of superhuman dependency and yearning. Josephine wailed, saying, "Is there no way to lessen Sis Angeline's pain? Her body won't take this crying much longer." With no other option left, Grayson lifted a hand to knock Angeline out cold before anyone knew what was happening. At Mount Villa.
Cole held the clothed pouch with Zetty's silky hair in his hands.
He refused to believe the woman he had fallen deeply in love with to be Aunt Chloe's daughter.
Chapter 927
Chapter 927
Carson appeared in front of him with Cole and Baby Zetty's genetic test report. "Sir, the report shows that you and the owner of the hair are indeed related."
The embroidered sachet in Cole's hand fell to the ground.
His warm and handsome face revealed a touch of despair. He then drew out the four mortality cards from his pocket.
Carson's falcon-like pupils contracted. "Sir, those who hold a mortality card will usually not live unless-"
Cole's gaze fell on the names written on the mortality card. "They will either die or become members of the Yorks family."
There was one Doomsday Organization assassin who once spared someone whose name was on the mortality card due to soft-heartedness, causing major problems because of that. Hence, his grandfather established a firm principle.
As long as a person's name was listed on the mortality card, that person would be captured and killed.
If the killer was infatuated with them, then there was only one way to keep them alive-by turning them into Doomsday members.
Cole threw Angeline, Jenson, Baby Robbie, and Baby
Zetty's mortality cards to Carson, parting his lips and saying in a resolute voice, "Take the mortality cards, capture the four of them, and bring them to me."
Carson caught the mortality cards. "Yes, Sir."
When he turned around to leave, Cole suddenly said," Remember, Carson. I'll be directly in charge of the life and death of these four people."
Carson was slightly startled. "Yes, Sir."
The Severe's residence.
Like a cat, Finn lay prostrate on the roof above where Baby Zetty was.
He followed Jay's instructions and wore black overalls, a black-hooded cloak, and a ring on his left middle finger that was engraved with the initial D for Doomsday.
His mission was to protect Baby Zetty for the rest of her life.
This was the final entrustment that President Ares had given him before he passed on.
After being dealt with a severe blow by the burning down of Tourmaline Estate, Finn put away all his grief and sorrow, converting them into strength. He pledged to fulfill the president's final wish. The day went by slowly.
Then came the night.
When Doomsday Organization's Batjet appeared in the
Severe residence's compound, Finn was lurking in the darkness with his pupils brimming with intense hatred.
With bloodshot eyes, he clenched his fists tightly. At this very moment, he was dying to rip these murderers who killed his foster father into shreds.
The Batjet dropped a biochemical weapon, knocking out everyone in Severe's residence instantly.
Fortunately, Finn had foreseen what Doomsday would do and had prepared a gas mask in advance.
Without wasting any time, four Batjets came to a stop in front of the Severe's residence.
Five people walked out of each fighter jet.
There were 20 people in total.
Finn's falcon-like pupils contracted, and he headed straight for Baby Zetty's room.
Baby Zetty had lost consciousness, and Finn was hiding behind the door.
Soon, the door panel began sliding and a Spiriter walked in.
Finn leaped forward and hacked him viciously with his hand, causing the man to twirl on the spot, murmuring, "We've encountered confrontation."
Finn walked out holding Baby Zetty in his arms, and 1 9 Spiriters surrounded him. "Tell me, what number are you?"
They were suspicious of Finn's identity and wanted him to exchange code words.
Finn's lips parted slowly-
Just as the Spiriter thought that Finn was about to say something, Finn spat at them suddenly and picked Baby Zetty up, running hell for leather.
He ran as quick as lightning!
The Spiriters quickly gave chase.
Baby Zetty woke up after being shaken violently. When she saw herself being carried by a running ' Batman' with 19 other Batmen chasing after her from behind, Baby Zetty burst out crying from fear. "Put me down, you bad man."
"I'm Finn."
Like a clear spring that had dried out for a very long time, Finn's voice sounded pleasantly refreshing.
Chapter 928
Chapter 928
Baby Zetty was not that terrified anymore.
"Who are they, Finn?"
"Take a closer look at them and make sure you remember their faces, Baby Zetty. These are the guys who have killed your daddy." Finn's voice was filled with grief, indignation, and a common hatred for the enemy.
When Baby Zetty heard that Daddy was dead, she let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"Daddy, Daddy!"
The child's voice sounded extremely childish. Even its power to give vent to emotions was extremely feeble.
Even so, her cries made Finn's heart ache for some reason.
"Don't cry, Baby Zetty. Finn will take revenge for Daddy."
Baby Zetty glared at the group of people with furious eyes. "Mm."
Finn ran out of the Severe's residence and came to a narrow end of the street where the group of Spiriters finally surrounded him.
Finn hugged Baby Zetty tightly and asked her, "Are you afraid?"
Baby Zetty had already gone through a rollercoaster of emotions. She went from being terribly frightened to being overwhelmed with grief and indignation. When grief and indignation had driven out all feelings of fear and terror, Baby Zetty was no longer terrified.
"No." She shook her head.
Finn felt relieved. "Alright then, hold on tight. We'll finish off the enemy together."
The Spiriters rushed forward, and long blades slid out of their hands. A cold gleam shone out in all directions as the blades hacked toward Finn.
Finn held Baby Zetty in his arms. Every time Baby Zetty noticed the gleaming blade above her head, she would hold her breath out of fear and grab onto Finn's neck firmly with her tiny hands as she was worried that she would cry aloud. She gritted her teeth hard to keep all forms of panic locked inside of her.
She was terrified of distracting Finn.
After all, it was not easy for Finn to fight so many enemies alone whilst holding her.
Finn's mixed martial arts skill had attained the acme of perfection.
Not only that, he moved at the speed of light. He could launch a devastating blow with just a single punch, beating several Doomsday assassins to the ground in no time at all. Even so, his opponents were well-experienced assassins. They soon found his weakness.
"Kill the child."
Finn was a little flustered after hearing the other party's instructions.
When the opponent's long blade hacked downward, Finn was only focused on protecting Baby Zetty as he leaned over and pressed Baby Zetty under him, exposing his entire back. The long blade slashed his back, sending blood splattering all over the place.
"Are you bleeding, Finn? Hurry up and put me down." Baby Zetty wept.
Finn said in a loud and clear voice, "I promised your daddy to not leave you behind no matter what."
Baby Zetty's gorgeous large eyes looked stunned and dazed when she heard what he said.
Finn had learned from his mistakes and dared not let his guards down anymore. On the contrary, the fury in his heart was aroused when the Doomsday assassins ordered Baby Zetty to be killed. Like a leopard that had gone mad, he punched and kicked with an earth-shattering strength.
One of the Doomsday assassin's legs broke from his kick.
The fierce battle between the two sides was burning with white-hot intensity.
The opponent was a man of sacrifice.
Finn was bent on avenging President Ares and protecting Baby Zetty, vowing to win.
Ultimately, all the Doomsday assassins were knocked to the ground by Finn.
However, there were numerous blade marks on Finn's body.
Holding Baby Zetty in his arms, he was breathing rapidly. His taut nerves could finally relax.
At the last moment, however, the final killer rushed out of the Severe's residence unexpectedly.
He kicked Finn on his back, catching Finn unprepared and flinging him forward. Both he and Baby Zetty fell to the ground.
"Finn." When Baby Zetty saw Finn covered in blood, she cried out in fear.
"Don't be afraid, Baby Zetty." Finn crawled to Baby Zetty.
Chapter 929
Chapter 929
The assassin approached Baby Zetty step by step. When he stretched out his hand to Baby Zetty, Finn's accumulated strength rose sharply as he leaped into the air. He used every last ounce of his strength to employ a scissor kick, slamming the assassin to the ground viciously.
Unfortunately, Finn was unable to get up anymore.
"Finn." Baby Zetty crouched in front of Finn and let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Finn opened his eyes feebly. When he saw Baby Zetty's pitch black and sparkly eyes overflowing with helplessness, Finn raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
"Good girl, don't cry."
"Hold on, Finn. I'll take you to the hospital."
When Baby Zetty caught sight of a trailer parked next to the refuse room, she heaved Finn onto the trailer with all her might and tied the cart's rope to her thin and scrawny body. The distance to the hospital was not far at all.
However, each step that Baby Zetty took felt strangely heavy.
Sometimes, she would take a step and get yanked back a few steps.
Fortunately, Baby Zetty was tough and never gave up and eventually brought Finn to the hospital.
Judging from Finn's injury, the hospital had made the decision to transfer him to another hospital there and then. Therefore, Baby Zetty accompanied Finn to Grand Asia Hospital. Legendary Youth Academy.
Doomsday assassin Carson Yorks had received an order to capture Jenson.
However, given that Legendary Youth Academy was the alma mater of many Doomsday instructors, Carson was not bold enough to do anything rash or impetuous.
Carson approached the principal and voiced out his intention. "Sir, if you don't want to go against Doomsday, I advise you to surrender all the children. We will leave when we find the one we're looking for." The principal knew about the consequences if he offended Doomsday. Although Legendary Youth Academy was an impregnable castle, the school's objective was, after all, to cultivate the world's top-notch talents. Fighting Doomsday would inevitably affect the teaching and learning process.
The principal ordered all children to gather at the sports field.
At this moment in plastic surgeon Peter's office, Jenson was sitting in front of the dressing table pulling a long and cool face. He was glaring at Peter with great displeasure.
"I will not put on makeup to look like a girl. Never."
Peter raised his finger. "No, you'll be good and put on the makeup."
Jenson said, "Just because you failed to trick my daddy, don't think that you can trick his son too. You're such a pervert."
Peter's countenance turned dark. He then handed Jenson a package. "Open it."
Jenson took it and pulled out a letter from it.
The letter was written with Daddy's forceful handwriting. 'Jens, forgive Daddy for making this choice. When you read this letter, Daddy would probably be waiting for all of you in heaven by now. 'You need to be ten times or even 100 times more assiduous and determined. Strive to graduate earlier so you can go home and keep Mommy company.
'Unfortunately, Baby Robbie has disappeared. Promise me that you'll find him no matter what.
'Also, protect your sister on Daddy's behalf.
'Sincerely, the Daddy who will always love you.'
The letter fell to the ground slowly.
Jenson's profound and tranquil icy soul was like a fertile land of crops getting burned to the ground, leaving only a piece of scorched black earth.
He closed his eyes. When he opened his charming eyes again, countless seeds of hatred were seemingly taking root on the black earth. Jenson sat on the vanity chair compliantly.
While putting on his makeup, Peter said, "I heard that Tourmaline Estate was burned to the ground by the fire and every living being in there was burned to ashes. The guys standing out there are the Doomsday assassins who killed your father. If you want to avenge your daddy when you grow up, your hacking skills alone won't do. You have to learn martial arts and pick up strategies and tactics as well. Legendary Youth Academy instructor Wick Wyndham has trained many Doomsday commanders. You can sign up for his class, but I have no idea whether he'll accept you because you don't have any basic knowledge in martial arts."
A look of determination emanated from Jenson's eyes. "My daddy, my mommy, and my brother have commendable martial arts skills. I won't be too far off."
Chapter 930
Chapter 930
Peter was slightly startled. "It's good to be confident, but in Legendary Youth Academy, you will end badly if you're overconfident. If you can't graduate within eight to ten years after signing up for Wick's class, you might need to stay at Legendary Youth Academy until you're of old age."
Jenson gave Peter a deathly glare.
Peter was slightly taken aback. "Why didn't you inherit your mommy's adorable and tender qualities at all, kid? You're just like your daddy, not amiable at all."
He then smiled triumphantly and said, "I used to be your daddy's classmate, and my biggest wish then was to dress a huge iceberg like him up as a girl.
Unfortunately, I never got to fulfill that wish. Right now, I can finally practice it on his son, haha."
Jenson's eyes emanated a trace of an intimidating cold gleam.
When Peter saw this, his laughter came to an abrupt stop.
He stuck out his tongue and teased Jenson, saying," You're even colder than your father. Boring."
When the female version of Jenson went to the sports field to gather with the rest, the Doomsday assassins could not recognize him at all and arbitrarily took
away another cold-looking child.
By luck, Jenson survived.
Grand Asia's medical department.
Angeline was curled up at one corner of the bed with a lifeless gaze. She was neither eating nor drinking.
She had lost all confidence in life.
Zayne and Josephine stayed with her in the hospital. Josephine was also in a trance most of the time.
Zayne consoled Angeline, saying, "Get yourself together, Angel. You need to live on. Think about your children. Jenson and Baby Zetty are still so young. They need you."
He then consoled Josephine. "You're still young, Josephine. You've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't take things too hard."
Though even after Zayne's tongue was parched from consoling them, both women gave him no reaction at all.
This lasted until Grayson came over with a thick notebook, saying, "Ms. Severe, here's what he asked me to give you before he left."
Grayson paused before saying in a sentimental manner, "Initially, he told me that if you still hate him after he has passed, you can keep on hating him as long as you keep on surviving even while holding this hatred. But if you can't stand living with the pain of losing him, he asked me to give this to you."
Angeline's stagnant and lifeless pupils moved as she slowly reached out to take the notebook from Grayson's hand.
There were rows of alphabets and numerals on the notebook. Angeline was slightly startled.
Grayson said, "He was confident that you know the password, but if you don't, then he wanted me to tell you this-jacaranda."
"Jacaranda?"
Angeline recalled the time when she and Jay were still children. They had snuggled under a jacaranda tree, which flowers were in full bloom. She said to Jay, "Jaybie, !L0v3y0u43v3r."
Jay pondered for a while, then replied, "!LOv3y0u43v3r!"
Angeline pouted, looking somewhat displeased. "Why are you copying me?"
Jay stroked her head gently. "They're not the same. Mine is longer than yours."
Angeline cried out, "That's I love you forever. Is there anything that lasts longer than that?"
Jay said, "There is. I will love you again and again in every lifetime."
Angeline was stupefied.
It turned out that he had interpreted !L0v3y0u43v3r on a whole different level.
Angeline punched in ILOv3y0u43v3r as tears streamed down her face. Sure enough, the notebook was unlocked.
Just like him, his neat and good-looking font stood out from the rest.
Angeline wept as she flipped through the notebook. The more she read, the more she could feel a stabbing pain in her heart. Every word he wrote expressed his love and affection for her.