My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 395

Karen walked in front of Chuck and Yvette to offer them protection. With his mother leading the way, Chuck was at ease. Karen shot one person at a time, she really was like the skilled gunmen portrayed in the movies.

Chuck couldn't help but admire her strength. When could he become as skilled as his mother? If he were that powerful, he wouldn't need to be afraid of anything ever again.

"Mom, when can I become as skilled as you?" Chuck asked in a lowered voice.

Yvette also listened carefully. Chuck's strength was currently on par with herself. Karen's answer could give her a reference.

"You are too young now. As long as you work hard at learning and practicing every day, you will be like me. It is all up to you," Karen said.

Fighting requires training every day. Karen had a bracelet on her wrist, it was made of a special sort of metal that weighed dozens of kilograms. She didn't take it off even when she was sleeping. This weight was raised from half a gram to dozens of kilograms slowly as she grew up. In her own free time, however, Karen would increase the weight of her bracelet because it had become sort of a habit. If she were to take off her bracelet, she would feel as light as a swallow.

By doing so, her punches were always hard. Karen was always finding ways to strengthen her stamina to make herself stronger.

It was required. After all, no one was immortal in this world. The only way one could become stronger was to train every day, to increase their stamina, and to defeat their rivals.

Karen did as such for 40 years, hence she became really strong. Even the best female killer in the world, Black Rose, could not kill her.

Chuck understood that there was no shortcut, but he had hoped a little for one. "Mom, are there drugs that can make people stronger?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, there are," Karen replied.

"Really?" Chuck was surprised to hear that. If he could get his hands on those drugs, wouldn't he become more powerful in no time?

Yvette was listening in on them as well. "How could there be such a thing?" she thought.

"Yes, it's true. But this kind of thing is like poison. If you eat it, you can have more strength, but everything has its consequences. If you have more strength, then your lifespan will be significantly shortened. It's just like tonics. If you drink too much of it, you won't be able to recover for anything," Karen sounded more serious when she mentioned this.

She had studied these matters at a technology company in the United States. There were drugs that could cut off or even paralyze pain receptors. She had even wanted to research more in-depth on other similar matters, but the technology available was limited and there was no breakthrough for the time being. However, Karen felt that there was no value in such a drug and so, she had temporarily stopped the research and development of it. After all, regular people shouldn't be able to stand prolonged torture! Humans were weak like that.

It seemed that Chuck had to continue his training.

Chuck made up his mind then. He would definitely train himself to become stronger!

"Alright, Mom, I understand," Chuck nodded.

Karen was gratified. Chuck was her only son. It seems that he had finally matured enough to see sense. She could feel more at ease now. He was talented in martial arts but he wasn't much good with women. She didn't agree with Chuck's opinions on the latter. She wanted to instill Chuck with the idea that he could only love a woman out of respect. But now, it seemed that it might not work.

Karen couldn't do anything about it. Love required loyalty. This was what she had always thought, but her precious son, Chuck, did not understand it. She knew she couldn't interfere too much in this regard.

Among the many things that Karen couldn't control, Chuck was the greatest one of all.

Yvette paid attention to every word Karen said. They had also encouraged her to train every day. She wanted to become stronger than Karen to avenge her father.

After that, Karen led Chuck and Yvette into the villa. Willa had cleared most of the path as she had arrived before them.

"Be careful, Chucky. Duncan is really capable," Karen warned.

"How many hits will it take to defeat him, Mom?" Chuck was a little curious. Duncan was only seven or eight years older than him. He should not be stronger than Karen.

"How many hits?" Karen smiled. "Well... I'll try my best. In the peak of combat, one right move is all it takes to make it fatal. I may be able to kill him in an instant, or if he's lucky, get killed by him," she said.

Chuck understood. She meant that experienced fighters would try to defeat their enemies as fast as possible so as to not lose too much strength. After all, the longer they fought, the higher the chance of death would be. Everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses. There was no proper guarantee of survival.

Karen's mentality was to be vigilant at all times.

"Willa, where are you?" Karen began to contact Willa on the phone.

At the very least, Willa had already dealt with the men patrolling the premises, and she should be facing Duncan by now.

"I am further ahead," Willa spoke.