But before long, the door to the rooftop opened again.
"Junior Brother..."
The masked man trembled. Beneath the mask, his face scrunched up and his heart seized.
When Hector Lennox saw him, his face filled with pleasant surprise. "I knew it was you! Finally decided to stop hiding away on Sunstone?"
He had just started to take a few steps forward when an invisible wall blocked his path.
The smile on Hector Lennox’s face gradually faded. "Junior Brother, what is the aning of this?"
But the masked man didn’t answer. He kept his eyes shut, seemingly in a state of ditation.
Hector Lennox suddenly thought of Elias Lennox. His expression changed slightly, and his tone softened.
"If this is about Elias Lennox hurting Dawn Miles, I can explain..."
"My older brother is a very strict man. He was incredibly demanding of Elias, punishing him for the slightest mistake. We never expected it to cause the boy such ntal trauma. A psychologist said he suffers from severe dissociative identity disorder—the diagnosis at the ti was three distinct personalities..."
"After that, I kept him with , away from his old environnt. I taught him martial arts and combined it with therapy. His condition improved a lot, but I never imagined he would get mixed up with people from The Shadow..."
The masked man’s eyes snapped open and fixed on him. A Power Domain emanated from his body, enveloping Hector.
Hector Lennox’s expression changed. He dodged reflexively and asked sternly, "Junior Brother, what is the aning of this?"
A strange voice ca from the man’s mouth. "I am not your Junior Brother."
Hector Lennox’s heart shook. His brows knitted together instantly, and his gaze sharpened. "Who are you?"
The masked man fell silent and closed his eyes again.
Hector Lennox studied him for a long while. ’If not soone from The Radiant Sect, who else could possess this kind of power?’
’Could it be... a Regulator from Arcadia?’
***
Dawn Miles walked briskly to the room Alvin Morgan had told her about.
It was an office. Inside were several n who looked familiar.
A kind-faced old man sat behind the desk, while Alvin Morgan was on a nearby sofa, receiving an IV drip.
Beta Morgan and another young man stood nearby.
For so reason, a flicker of anger rose in Dawn Miles. "Why are you out of the hospital?"
Alvin Morgan pointed to the lunchbox on the table and said with a smile, "To bring you lunch."
Dawn Miles froze. Only then did she notice the familiar-looking, three-tiered lunchbox on the table. A fragnt of a mory suddenly flashed through her mind.
Her anger subsided a little. She replied awkwardly, "You could have just had Mr. Beta bring it."
"I wanted to eat with you, just like before."
This comnt made Cassius Morgan, the man behind the desk, cough a few tis. "Aurora, my boy has been a bother to you."
Dawn Miles thought he looked very familiar, but she didn’t know him. She gave a slight nod. "Hello, sir."
Cassius Morgan smiled at her. "Things will be tough for you for a while."
Dawn Miles watched him for a mont, then suddenly asked, "Who is the person on the rooftop?"
"Don’t be nervous. He’s an old friend of mine."
"How co I never knew you had a friend like that?" Alvin Morgan suddenly asked, a teasing smile on his face.
Cassius Morgan’s smile froze. He shot his grandson an unnatural glare. "You brat, do I need to report my friendships to you? He’s a man who has lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for years. He’s here this ti to watch the Arcadian Championship."
"Is that so..."
"What’s with that look? Am I not allowed to have friends?"
Cassius Morgan seed a little angry. He glared at him again, then opened the lunchbox on the table and beckoned for Aurora Sinclair to co eat.
"Aurora, co and eat. It’s all your favorite chicken legs. Grandpa even had the kitchen prepare them in many different flavors for you..."
Dawn Miles glanced back and forth between him and Alvin Morgan before a look of sudden realization dawned on her. "You’re Alvin’s grandfather?"
"I wish I wasn’t his grandfather." Cassius Morgan shot another glare at his own grandson, then turned to Dawn Miles with a beaming smile and said:
"Aurora, the only things I’ve been missing in my life are a daughter and a granddaughter. Why don’t you be my granddaughter!"
Dawn Miles glanced back at Alvin Morgan, blinked, and said nothing, looking shy.
"Aurora, after the competition is over, this old friend of mine would like to have a private chat with you."
Dawn Miles was taken aback but nodded.
***
anwhile, Cassian Sherwood was helped back to his hotel by Mr. Yuri.
"Grand Elder, what’s wrong?"
Cassian Sherwood’s face was pale. He struggled to suppress the churning qi, blood, and Power within his body.
After a long ti, the color slowly returned to his pale face.
His voice was weary as he said, "There are two Great Martial Kings here."
A trace of fear appeared in Mr. Yuri’s eyes.
"Go tell Yves and the others to be extrely careful in this competition."
"Yes..."
Mr. Yuri bowed his body slightly and nodded.
Just as he spoke, a knock ca from outside their room.
Mr. Yuri’s expression tightened. He walked cautiously to the door and looked through the peephole. Outside was a cleaner in a hotel uniform.
He breathed a small sigh of relief and opened the door.
"Hello, housekeeping. Does your room need cleaning?"
Just as Mr. Yuri was about to say no, he saw the dark muzzle of a gun erge from the white towel in the cleaner’s hand.
"You..."
The cleaner smiled, pressing the gun against Mr. Yuri’s body as they walked into the room...
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