JL City.
Pedestrians surged at the exit of the railway station.
With a cap on his head, Brock Padilla carried a simple bundle on his back, looking ordinary.
He stood by the guardrail. From this angle, he could overlook the entire JL City.
When his gaze settled on a certain spot, his color suddenly changed. Like a cold winter moon, he looked so cold and terrifying.
"Dragon Mansion!" Brock spat, "Eight years ago, all my eighteen family members were killed in that maliciously designed banquet held in Dragon Mansion. If that little girl next door hadn't helped me escape, I'm afraid the Padilla family would no longer exist!"
"I wonder how you would feel if you know that I'm still alive."
"Do you still remember what you did back then?"
Eight years ago, the Padilla family was very influential in JL City, ranking first among the Four Great Families. Various parties were submissive, wishing to step across the threshold the Padilla's. Even if they could only be the servants of the Padillas, they felt extremely honored.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the other three great families gave a banquet in honor of the Padillas. On the face of it, tens of thousands of people came to worship the Padilla family. But in reality, they were up to something.
After admiring a Rainbow and Feather Garment Dance, Brock's father vomited blood and died.
A dagger pierced into his mother's heart!
Brock would never forget how his parents died in front of him and how people of the other three great families guffawed when the tragedy happened.
None of the people who usually relied on the Padilla family stepped forward to stop them.
They just looked on coldly!
Brock was furious and desperate, but there was nothing he could do. What awaited him was death!
At the critical moment, the little girl next door took advantage of the chaos and pushed him into Pearl Lake.
When he was washed ashore and woke up, he met his current master.
Due to eight years of learning, he got high medical and martial attainments.
Brock's name had disappeared for eight years, but an expert known as the Destroying Dragon had shocked everyone.
"The Gibsons, the Lashinskys, the Denvers, the Lowes and all the people involved, I will make you pay miserably!"
Thinking of this, Brock clenched his hands tightly. Monstrous bloodlust erupted from his body, condensing into a hurricane.
However, it only lasted a moment and quickly dissipated.
A commercial vehicle with first aid lights flashing was roaring over, causing a commotion.
"Who is that? The car is driving so fast. If he hit someone, he'll compensate a lot of money!"
"That car is owned by the Hursts. They can afford to pay for it even if they hit you and kill you!"
"I heard that Master Hurst is in critical condition. He's about to die. The Hurst family is going to undergo a change!"
"No matter how it goes, it has nothing to do with us. The Hurst family is an established one, and we are only underclass...."
Passersby's discussions came to Brock's ears.
He asked a person, "Are you talking about Phyllis Hurst?"
"Of course, there is only one Hurst family in JL City! Do you know him?"
"No. I'm just curious!" Brock shook his head and took a taxi, catching up to the car of the Hurst family.
Kristin Hurst, the little girl who saved him back then, was Phyllis' granddaughter.
Phyllis was in critical condition, so Brock naturally had to take a look.
They were at the door of the emergency room of Municipal Hospital.
...
All the staff members, including specialists, directors and nurses, were anxious as if they had ants in their pants.
"How is my father? Tell me something!" Benedict, the eldest son of the Hurst family, was holding a doctor's hand, looking really worried.
An old man walked out of the ward with he the dean.
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