Leon took the gemstone chip hanging in the Lamborghini and inserted it into his watch. Each time he obtained a new chip, he eagerly anticipated the new abilities it would bring. He planned to retrieve the 8th top-tier ability, "Space-Time Manipulation," from Bermuda and then use it to travel the world in search of more gemstones.
No matter how large the Earth was, he would eventually unearth everything. Lina had mentioned that because of the connection between the chips and the watch, the chances of encountering them were quite high. With the 9th ability, Assimilation, being so powerful, Leon couldn't help but wonder how other top-tier abilities would defy expectations.
No matter how many times he heard it, the pleasant, warm prompt always delighted him.
"Ability No. 89, Decay, successfully loaded..."
Leon was a bit disappointed to find it was only the 89th ability, having hoped for a higher-ranked one. However, he quickly regained his enthusiasm. The name "Decay" sounded intriguing.
He parked the Lamborghini in a public parking lot and hailed a taxi back to the university. Driving the Batmobile to campus would undoubtedly cause a commotion.
Halfway through the taxi ride, the car suddenly slowed down and stopped.
"Are we there?" Leon, lost in thought, looked up and immediately tensed.
The driver opened the window and cursed, "Hey, you got a death wish? Move it!"
On this quiet street, a young man with an elegant demeanor was blocking the taxi's path. The driver was about to get out and scold him when the young man, seemingly out of nowhere, produced two short knives.
The driver's face turned pale as he hurriedly closed the window.
"Get out of the car!"
The man blocking the road signaled.
"I'll run you over!" the driver muttered, ready to hit the gas, but Leon stopped him.
"I know this guy. Just a prank. I'll get out here."
The driver seemed relieved.
Leon paid the fare and got out. The driver quickly turned a corner and sped off.
The roadblocker was none other than Jenkins.
"Not running away?" Jenkins played with his knives, expecting to enjoy the look of despair in his prey's eyes. However, the gaze he received from Leon wasn't one of despair but rather a deep, contemplative concern, as if Leon found the situation troublesome. Damn, he was supposed to be the hunter here.
"I knew Wendy wouldn't kill you," Jenkins sneered. "Do you think she'll come to save you? You don't seem to understand your situation! Two adjudicators are keeping her busy."
"Do you really intend to kill me?" Leon asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
Jenkins found Leon's expression amusing. "Do you think you can kill me? Maybe you could in the future, as a Pure-Blood, but right now, you seem to have forgotten last night's lesson..."
Honestly, Leon initially viewed the Blood Clan as the villains and thus considered the Hunters to be the good guys. For good people, Leon felt respect was necessary. Therefore, he had some hesitation about Jenkins.
But that hesitation evaporated with Jenkins' next words.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a chance to live," Jenkins sneered, pulling out a camcorder. "Kneel and let Sienna see you grovel, and I might consider sparing you..."
Leon shrugged. "Showing mercy to your enemy is being cruel to yourself."
"Damn Pure-Blood, do you think you can beat me after just one night? Fine, let Sienna see your corpse then!"
"I have good news and bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?" Leon glanced at his watch, smirking.
Jenkins frowned. It was his first time encountering such an odd Blood Clan member. Even facing death, Leon remained calm, not giving Jenkins the despair he wanted to see. Only Leon's pleas could make up for the humiliation of losing two front teeth last night.
"The good news is—I used up my six chances today..."
"What six chances? Do you think you're God, rolling dice?"
"The bad news is..." Leon's voice turned icy, "That was yesterday..."
Dong, dong, dong!
The watch chimed the midnight hour, and Jenkins flinched, suddenly filled with a sense of impending danger. Anger replaced fear almost instantly, feeling foolish for being scared by this guy. "You won't see tomorrow!"
Jenkins' hair shimmered gold, his eyes glowing like deep ocean waters.
He raised his knives, moving like a hurricane through the night, his blades tracing lethal lines aimed at where he thought Leon might dodge.
To his surprise, Leon didn't move at all, standing still, as if inviting the attack.
Damn theatrics!
Jenkins fumed, banishing his fear. But the silver mist escaping his lips betrayed his unease. Without hesitation, Jenkins' blades closed in on Leon's neck from both sides.
"You brought this on yourself!"
Leon declared coldly.
What?
Jenkins was horrified to find his blades slicing through Leon's neck without any resistance, as if cutting through air. His body felt like it had lost its skin, a chilling sensation only comparable to facing the Four Heavenly Kings of the Blood Clan.
He had passed right through Leon!
Jenkins spat blood, his nerves severed, his body unable to move. His mouth twitched, trying to speak, but he only saw a gaping hole in his chest.
How could this happen...
Jenkins collapsed, eyes wide in disbelief.
Curious about the Saint Hunter, Leon rummaged through Jenkins' belongings, hoping to find something useful. He found a few vials, which he remembered Serena Su had used to deal with Blood Clan corpses. Instead of using them, Leon buried Jenkins under the road and erased any traces, making it seem like nothing had happened.
His phone rang, Serena's gentle but anxious voice on the other end. "Leon, are you okay? Where are you now?"
Before Leon could answer, Serena exclaimed, "Don't go back to the school! Jenkins is probably waiting near the entrance to ambush you. I'm tied up right now, you must not return."
"Don't worry, I'm already back and haven't seen him," Leon reassured her.
"Really?"
"Yes, don't worry, I've got it under control," Leon said, then asked, "What about you? Are you in trouble?"
"Nothing serious. Just be careful."
"Okay."
Hanging up, Leon felt a pang of concern for Serena. He turned around, staring at a corner, frowning slightly. Was it just his imagination, or was someone watching him?
He activated his ability to survey the surroundings, and the nearby scenery unfolded before him. Seeing nothing alarming, he relaxed and headed back to his dorm.
Shortly after he left, an old man emerged from the shadows, his eyes flashing with malice.
Just as the old man prepared to move, a gust of cold wind swept in from behind.
The old man's expression changed, and with a flick of his wrist, a few cold glints shot out. But the shadowy figure was faster, blocking his path.
Bang.
The muffled sound of a gunshot echoed.
The figures stabilized.
The old man clutched a bullet, his expression turning more sinister. Seeing his attackers, his face twitched, eyes darkening.
"The Xiang Army?!"
The attackers, a man and a woman, were Isabella Xiang's bodyguards, Red and her partner.
"What do you want?"
"You planned to harm Leon, didn't you?" Red said, her tongue flicking provocatively.
"Does the Xiang Army want to interfere? This is Young Master Wei's order," the old man said, his tone heavy.
"The Smiling Tiger's reputation means nothing to the Xiang Army," Red smiled.
The man raised his gun, and Red revealed her weapon as well.
Even a fool could see the intent to silence. The old man's face paled. "What are you doing?"
"Miss Xiang wants to have a heart-to-heart with Leon. You can't disturb them," Red said, blinking innocently.
The old man's eyes widened, suddenly noticing a dagger buried in his chest. The woman's seductive smile turned as menacing as a serpent's.
The man fired his gun.
The day had been incredibly long, but just as Leon was about to fall asleep, his mind remained restless, unable to settle. Something felt wrong, like a premonition of trouble.
He opened his eyes and almost screamed.
Standing by his bed was a stunning girl, staring intently at him like a ghost, silent and eerie. Leon felt a chill. "Isabella, what are you doing here?"
He glanced at his roommates, who were sleeping like logs. The door and windows were undisturbed. How had Isabella gotten in? How long had she been watching him? No wonder he couldn't sleep well with a cold, beautiful girl staring at him like a ghost.
"Are you trying to scare me to death?" Leon clutched his chest.
Isabella, as cold as an ice sculpture, remained unmoved. "I need to discuss something important with you."
"Oh, what is it... We should go outside. If my roommates wake up, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
"No need. They won't wake up until tomorrow," Isabella said, sitting on Leon's bed, showing no concern about being in a boys' dormitory. Despite her cold demeanor, her presence was chilling to the bone, dispelling any improper thoughts Leon might have had.
Seeing Isabella's serious demeanor, Leon stopped joking around.
"Leon, do you have any wishes?"
Leon blinked. "Isabella, since when did you become a genie?"
Isabella didn't smile.
"What I'm about to tell you is very important. It will change your life. I suggest you refuse, but you have the right to choose your fate."
Her eyes showed a hint of hesitation. Leon wondered if it was his imagination, but he sensed the gravity of her words. Was she worried about him? Despite his instinct to refuse, he decided to listen—his life had already changed since receiving a card from the Heavenly Realm.
"What is it? Tell me."
Isabella stared at Leon for a long time. For the first time, he noticed how clear her eyes were. If she was an iceberg, her eyes were the warm springs within, radiating warmth.
"Would you be willing to become my fiancé?"
"What??!!"