"White Tiger?" Carlos Carroll exclaimed in surprise. Joanna gasped when she saw Carlos hanging upside down at the window.  She hurriedly grabbed a towel to cover herself.  In shock, she exclaimed, "You broke the formation I set up for you in just ten minutes?" Carlos grinned, "Actually, it only took me a minute." Joanna was speechless.  That meant Carlos had been watching her for nine minutes straight. "Ms. Joanna, you promised that if I broke your formation, you'd marry me and wear all kinds of outfits for me every day!"  Carlos jumped down from the window into the bathroom. Joanna was furious, "You found out my secret! I'm going to kill you!" "Your secret? I love it!" Carlos replied innocently.  "I'm still waiting for you to wear those black stockings and the nurse outfit!" "You..." Joanna's face turned even redder. "Count me in on killing him!"  Yet another gorgeous woman walked in, limping a little. This was Valentina, Carlos's second mentor. "Valentina, what happened to you?" Joanna asked, puzzled. "Last night, he messed me up!" Valentina said, pointing at Carlos. "What?" Joanna was astonished.  "You slept with Carlos?" Valentina rolled her eyes. "I'm still a virgin!" Joanna was at a loss for words.  Unlike Joanna, Valentina was an expert in martial arts.  However, after three years of training, Carlos had surpassed her.  During their fight last night, Valentina's butt was left bruised, and her legs were covered in black and blue marks.  Her inner thighs took the worst of it, causing her to walk with a slight limp. Carlos grinned, "Ms. Valentina, you said if I beat you, you'd marry me and wear a bikini for me every day!" Valentina was speechless.  She never imagined Carlos would progress so quickly. "Count me in on killing him, too!"  Then another stunning woman stepped out. She was tall, with striking features and a cool, distant vibe.  This was Paula, Carlos's third mentor. "Carlos! How dare you poison me and make my chest this big!" Paula yelled, pointing at her chest.  Thanks to Carlos's poison, her boobs had grown so much that she couldn't even walk straight. Paula was a legendary healer. She could bring people back from the dead.  No poison was too difficult for her to cure, except this time, she fell into Carlos's trap.  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shrink her boobs. Carlos smiled, "Ms. Paula, you said if I ever made a poison you couldn't cure, you'd marry me and wear black stockings every day!" Paula was speechless.  The three mentors had all said stuff like this to Carlos to motivate him to work harder at his training.  Little did they know, this became his driving force, letting him surpass them in just three years. At that moment, Joanna was hiding in the bathroom, her face flushed with embarrassment.  Valentina was clutching her sore butt, wincing in pain, while Paula held her breath, worried her buttons might pop.  The three gorgeous mentors looked embarrassed and at a loss. Joanna said, "Carlos, you should go down the mountain!" They knew if Carlos didn't leave soon, he might succeed in marrying them. Carlos nodded, "It's been three years. Time to head back and take care of those bastards!" "That's the spirit, and you have a big grudge to settle. Go! We're not keeping you for dinner today!" the three mentors urged. "Isn't it tradition for a mentor to give their disciple a bank card or some badass weapon before they leave the mountain?" Carlos said, holding out his hand. "We don't have any of that, but we can give you the Shadow Sect. You're the new leader now," Joanna replied. Paula, Valentina, and Joanna founded the Shadow Sect.  Carlos shook his head, "I don't want it!" "The Shadow Sect has seven inner disciples. They're all smoking hot, with killer bodies, and each one of them is engaged to you," Joanna explained. Carlos furrowed his brow, clenching his fists. "I will strengthen the Shadow Sect!" The three mentors were speechless. "Get lost! Here are the marriage contracts!" The three mentors rolled their eyes at Carlos and threw seven marriage contracts at his feet. "I just want to marry you! You three are drop-dead gorgeous," Carlos said seriously. He crouched down and carefully picked up the seven contracts, making sure not to miss any. The three mentors were speechless. "Get out!" The three mentors teamed up and blasted Carlos away. In a flash, Carlos disappeared. "Did we hit him too hard? Did we blast him into dust?"  The three mentors were stunned. Suddenly, Valentina's eyes went wide as she yelped.  She'd just been ambushed. She turned around and saw it was Carlos. "Damn, that peachy butt feels amazing!" Carlos said with a grin. Paula was furious. "Brat, how dare you sneak up on Valentina?" Carlos pulled Paula in by her slender waist, her large breasts just inches away.  Carlos nodded in satisfaction. "Beautiful!" "Carlos, you've gone too far!" Joanna swung her palm at Carlos. Carlos caught Joanna's wrist, stepped up, and kissed her right on the lips. Joanna froze. Carlos stole her first kiss. "Mmm, orange-flavored lip gloss. Not bad!" Carlos said, looking pleased.  Carlos whispered in Joanna's ear, "Don't forget the black stockings and the nurse outfit." "Bastard!"  Joanna's face turned red. She pushed Carlos away. The three mentors lunged at him again, but Carlos disappeared before they could touch him.  He was off the mountain, heading for Jaunce, out for revenge. As soon as he arrived in Jaunce, Carlos saw posters of a woman everywhere—on skyscrapers, bus stops, and so on.  The woman had a cold, regal beauty.  She was Jaunce's hottest celebrity and the CEO of Johanson Corporation,  Jaclyn Johanson. Just seeing her made Carlos clench his fists, anger boiling inside him. Three years ago, disaster struck the Carroll family.  In one night, 300 killers wiped out his whole family.  Carlos was hunted down.  The only person he trusted, his fiancée, Jaclyn, betrayed him. "Carlos, did you seriously think I loved you? Our engagement was just because your family had some power. Now that your family's wiped out, you expect a gorgeous woman like me to suffer and start over with you?" "No money, no power. Who'd stay with you? Your family pissed off a big shot, so you'll always be crushed by Jaunce's big players!"  "I'm going to marry a bigshot. You're just a loser. You're not even good enough to be my dog! And you still have the nerve to come to my place and ask me to take you in?" With that, Jaclyn clung to the arm of the young man beside her.  "Good thing I told Mr. Mason, or you would've escaped." Jaclyn turned to the young guy next to her, swaying her hips and giving him a flirty look.  The young man was Emilio Mason, the eldest son of the Mason family. Emilio grinned, "Carlos, Jaclyn's mine now! With your family gone, everyone in Jaunce wants you dead. You might as well disappear!" Carlos stood with his back to the river, eyes sharp as knives, as he glared at Emilio and Jaclyn.  Jaclyn, whom he had trusted for refuge, had also betrayed him.  He knew words were useless now.  With one arm broken and more than ten stab wounds from Emilio's guys, blood poured from Carlos's body. He turned, looked at the dark, rushing river, and jumped right in. His only belief was that if he survived, he would kill them all. The river was freezing, and the cold knocked him out.  When he came to, he saw his three beautiful mentors. "Everyone who destroyed my family, I swear, I'll make you pay a hundred. No, a thousand times over!"  Carlos's eyes burned with rage. Meanwhile, on a quiet alley, a luxury van sped past. "Shit!" The driver spotted Carlos and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. Screeching to a stop after a few dozen meters, the driver shouted, "I think I hit someone!" A blond guy in the passenger seat scoffed, "So what if we hit someone? Dead or alive, who cares? In Jaunce, the Mason family doesn't need a reason to kill anybody!" The blond guy turned to the second row.  A young woman was tied up tight, duct tape over her mouth, struggling and glaring at the guy.  She wore a gray, tight-fitting business suit, her legs encased in glossy black stockings, feet in high heels.  The way she was tied up, combined with her killer figure and outfit, was lovely. Gazing at her legs, the guy swallowed.  "Damn it, Nala Charlton, Mr. Mason wants you, and you still tried to run? You were the CEO of Carroll Group, but that was three years ago." "Tonight, Mr. Mason will make you beg for mercy! Here in Jaunce, the Masons do whatever we want!" In the back row, a man in a black robe sat quietly, holding a black box. Suddenly, a big hand smashed through the car window, grabbed the blond guy by the neck, and yanked him out. His face bleeding, the blond guy stared at his attacker in shock. "Carlos Carroll!" Three years ago, this blond guy had followed Emilio and stabbed Carlos three times by the river. Now, Carlos's eyes blazed, his presence overwhelming, like a god of war. "Three years and you still haven't changed that ugly hair color," Carlos sneered, twirling a spiked wooden stick in his hand. "Carlos... You're alive! Let me go! I'm from the Mason family. If you touch me, you'll die horribly!" Carlos jammed the stick right into the blond guy's crotch.  "I'm gonna do a lot more than just touch you!" "Ahh!" The blond guy's eyes went wide, his junk shattered. Then Carlos shoved the stick up the blond guy's ass. "Ahh!" The blond guy screamed. Later, Carlos rammed the stick down the blond guy's throat.  "So, how does it feel to get all three holes busted open?" Carlos sneered. The blond guy's eyes went wide in terror, and he died on the spot. It all happened too fast.  His two goons jumped out of the van, machetes in hand.  When they saw Carlos kill their buddy, they froze in shock. "You're finished, Carlos Carroll!" they shouted. Before they knew it, Carlos had their machetes and, in one move, chopped off both their heads. The driver, a big tough guy, jumped out, glared at Carlos, and yelled, "Carlos! You wait!" Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, scared out of his mind. "Don't kill me! I'm not with them, I swear!" "I remember you, three years ago, when Emilio hunted me down, you were the driver," Carlos said coldly. "My name's Hogan Mason. I'm not one of them! I've got a wife and kids. Please, don't kill me!" With one swing, Carlos took Hogan's head clean off. Carlos's parents had kids too, but Jaunce's forces spared no one. Carlos yanked open the car door, untied Nala Charlton, and ripped the tape off her mouth. Nala stared at Carlos in shock for a few seconds.  Then, overjoyed, she burst into tears. "Carlos, is that you?" Nala threw her arms around Carlos, sobbing. "It's me." Carlos hugged her tightly. Nala wasn't just his former classmate. She used to be the CEO of Carroll Group.  Seeing her in this state made him feel bad. "Ahem!" The guy in the black robe cleared his throat, flashing a wicked grin.  "Hey, are you two just going to ignore me?"