Edward Lewis felt a stir in his heart, recalling an ancient custom of the blood clan—perhaps she was a good candidate. He didn’t hesitate any longer and slowly descended to the ground. The three burly men were startled to see someone “fall” from the sky; after all, they were just gangsters—when had they ever seen such a supernatural being? Edward Lewis ignored the three, who were still in shock, and said coldly, “You have three minutes. Disappear.” The three snapped out of it, exchanged glances, and quickly pulled out pistols, aiming them at Edward Lewis. “Sorry, this woman is very important to our organization. If you don’t give us an explanation, we’ll have to take action.” The three of them were top fighters in the underworld, but after witnessing Edward Lewis’s “performance,” they knew they were no match for him. That’s why they drew their guns—if the girl hadn’t been so important, they would have fled long ago.

Edward Lewis didn’t say another word and walked straight toward them. The three men pulled their triggers at the same time, and the bullets hit Edward Lewis accurately, but they couldn’t harm him at all. The three thugs stared in terror as the wounds on Edward Lewis’s body slowly healed where the bullets struck. They frantically pulled the triggers until their magazines were empty, but Edward Lewis didn’t retreat a single step. He walked right up to them, calmly took the guns from their hands, and broke them in half. “Go. My patience is limited!” Suddenly, the girl beside him screamed, “Kill them! Help me kill them! I’ll agree to anything you want!” Edward Lewis turned his head and saw a pair of eyes filled with venomous hatred.

Edward Lewis ignored the girl’s words. He let the three thugs go and took the girl back to the villa. The girl showed no surprise at his supernatural abilities; she just kept asking, “Why didn’t you kill those three men? Why didn’t you kill those three men?” Edward Lewis didn’t answer her. He walked over to the chair behind the desk and sat down gracefully, then said slowly, “I can help you fulfill your wish, but the price you’ll pay will be great. Think it over.” “No need to think! No matter what the terms are, I agree!” the girl replied anxiously.

Edward Lewis sized up the girl in front of him. Aside from the hatred in her eyes, she was quite likable. Not bad—his mother would probably like her.

“You’re agreeing without even asking what the terms are?”

“No need to ask. Whatever the terms, I don’t care.”

Edward Lewis was silent for a moment. “Alright, I hope you won’t regret this in the future. Tell me what happened, and what you want me to do.” The girl’s gaze suddenly calmed, and in an indifferent tone she said, “My whole family is dead. My parents, my little sister—they’re all dead. The one who did it was the gang boss of our city, David Warren. He wanted to buy an antique from our family, something passed down from my great-grandfather. My dad refused to sell, so they killed my mom first, then my little sister, then my dad. I was away at school, so I survived. I went to the police, but David Warren colluded with our city’s deputy mayor, John Young, and they suppressed the case. I was even hunted by them. Just help me kill David Warren and John Young.”

Edward Lewis sensed that she was far less calm than she appeared. Beneath her composed tone was a hatred as turbulent as magma before a volcanic eruption. The events couldn’t have been as simple as her few understated sentences—otherwise, she wouldn’t harbor such intense hatred. But perhaps the details were a nightmare she’d never want to speak of for the rest of her life, so Edward Lewis naturally didn’t press further.

“Which city?” “S City.”

Chapter 9

Edward Lewis called home to tell his parents he’d be away for a month. His mom and dad thought it would be good for him to get out and clear his head, so they didn’t ask much. He brought Grace Young—that was the girl’s name—to S City, a medium-sized city in the south with a population of three million. They checked into a hotel. After settling Grace Young in, Edward Lewis went out alone and bought a DV camera. He returned to the hotel, had dinner with Grace Young, asked her for the address of Deputy Mayor John Young, and then went out alone with the DV camera.

He wandered the streets for a while. When it was completely dark, he arrived at John Young’s house. Summoning the power of darkness, he slowly blended into the night until he was no longer visible. Using the cover of darkness, he walked to a lit window and looked inside. A middle-aged woman and a boy in his early teens were watching TV. He left that window and went to another, where there were two people: one in a white shirt, holding a cigarette, a bit overweight—he looked like Deputy Mayor Young. The other had a green glass eye, exactly as Grace Young had described the gang boss “Green-Eyed Wolf” David Warren. Could he really be this lucky, catching them on his first try? Edward Lewis thought. He turned on the DV camera and aimed it at the room.

Inside, someone on the balcony was asking David Warren, “Have you caught the eldest daughter of the Yan family yet?” “No. I sent Michael Bolton and his two men. They came back yesterday and told me they ran into a ‘Terminator’! A bunch of lunatics! Damn it, whoever meddles in my business, if I find out, I’ll bring people and wipe him out!” Outside the room, Edward Lewis heard “Terminator”? He really did look the part back then.