Chapter 4: Driven Out, Ian Hayde's Wrath, and a Miracle Rescue

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The uniformed men who burst into the banquet hall were from the Security Bureau. Their leader was Seafrost's Security Bureau chief, David Solis. Chief David Solis and his officers froze at the blood-soaked scene before them, breath catching in their throats, horror written across their faces. Miley Hayde, barely clinging to life, saw them and latched onto one last shred of hope. After a long stunned pause, David Solis finally reacted. His gaze locked onto Pierce Looske. "Hands on your head! Down on your knees!" He had just reached for his gun when a gold credential smacked into his face. He fumbled it open and saw the emblem of a Five-clawed Golden Dragon. His expression changed at once. "Take your people and get out. This is beyond you," came Peony's icy voice. She was the one who had thrown the credential. "Yes, ma'am!" David Solis bowed, returned the gold credential with both hands, and withdrew with his officers. They slunk away even faster than they had arrived. Watching the Security Bureau leave, Miley's last hope shattered. Despair was all that remained in her eyes. The tycoons and socialites around them shook like leaves. Half an hour later, Miley had been tortured to the brink. With a casual palm strike, Pierce Looske executed five death-row convicts. He fixed his gaze on Miley and spoke coldly. "Tell me. Where is my mother?" "Hahaha, I told you-I'll take it to the grave! You'll never find that bitch Emmy Wimple!" Miley stared at him with seething hatred, spending the last of her strength on those words. A heartbeat later, she bit down hard. Blood gushed. Miley Hayde bit through her tongue and killed herself. Pierce stared at her corpse for a long moment. In the end, he left with Peony. As soon as that devil departed, the magnates and celebrities collapsed where they stood, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. They gulped for air, as if they had just crawled back from the gates of hell. Word of what happened at the hotel spread quickly. The news rocked Seafrost's upper crust. The Hayde family patriarch and the eldest young lady died in a single night, and key figures of the Thubron Alliance-Julio Thubron and Thiago Thubron-were both killed. At the Hayde family's old estate lived Ian Hayde, the previous family head. He had already turned in when news jolted him awake. "Old Master, something terrible happened!" the old butler cried, shaking him from sleep. Ian Hayde, his hair snow-white, sat up with a frown. "What is it? Why such panic?" "T-the family head and the eldest young lady are dead. Murdered!" "What?!" Ian Hayde's eyes bulged. He could not believe it. The butler laid out everything that had happened at the hotel, including how Pierce Hayde was killed and how the eldest young lady was humiliated. Ian Hayde listened, rage seizing his chest. He spat a mouthful of blood and nearly fainted. He had planned to attend his granddaughter's wedding today, but his years weighed on him and he chose not to appear. Never had he imagined his son and granddaughter would be slaughtered. The butler hurried to steady him. In all his decades at Ian's side, he had never seen the old master so furious. Ian Hayde's eyes went blood-red, his fury towering. His features twisted as he roared, "Mobilize every last resource of the Hayde family. I swear the murderer who killed my son and granddaughter will pay with his life!" After leaving the hotel, Peony drove, saying she would take Pierce to a villa she had prepared for him on Seafrost's outskirts. Neon lights flickered beyond the window. Suddenly, a fiery red Porsche 911 streaked past like a meteor ripping across the night. Pierce narrowed his star-bright eyes. A beauty gripped the wheel-exquisite features, clear autumn eyes, lips tilted in a faint dimpled smile. The sight overlapped with the image of a certain little girl in his memory. Sealed memories loosened. Lexie Looske-an unfeminine name for a girl-surfaced in his mind, along with a string of childhood moments. "Brother Pierce, play with me!" "Brother Pierce, that person bullied me!" "Brother Pierce…" Back in the Looske family, the little shadow who had once followed him everywhere had grown up. Then disaster struck. As the Porsche entered the intersection ahead, a heavy truck suddenly barreled out and plowed straight into it. A thunderous crash tore through the night. The shriek of rending metal filled Pierce's ears. He watched the Porsche crumple, the fiery red body twisting into a ruin. The brutality of the crash squeezed the breath from onlookers' throats. Pierce moved at once. He activated his Immortal Spirit Eyes. A trace of light flashed across his pupils. His vision zoomed like a camera and pierced through obstructions. He saw clearly that Lexie Looske was gravely injured but still alive. Pierce flung open the door, jumped out, and sprinted over. Lexie was practically his little sister. He could not stand by and watch her die. The Porsche's door was mangled. Glass littered the asphalt. Flames licked at the wreck, a blast a hair's breadth away. Pierce braced and wrenched the door open with brute force. He pulled the unconscious Lexie into his arms. He shrugged off his jacket, folded it under her head as a pillow, laid her flat and steady, then checked her injuries. During his six years on Zerton Mountain, Pierce had gained not only overwhelming might but also peerless medical arts-reviving the dying, knitting flesh and bone. Lexie's injuries were severe. Blood soaked her body. Her right forearm was fractured. A shard of glass had pierced her chest. Lesser wounds were scattered across her. The crash drew in passersby. They gathered in a ring, murmuring. "Young man, I know you want to help, but don't move her. You'll cause more harm!" "Yeah, don't try to be a hero!" "I called 911. Wait for the ambulance!" "Hey, why won't you listen?" "…" "Shut up," Pierce snapped. His aura surged. The crowd flinched. He guided True Energy from his core into Lexie's body, steadying her condition. At the same time, with the aid of his Immortal Spirit Eyes, he removed the glass from her chest and set the fracture in her arm. At the end, Pierce drew three silver needles and slid them into three vital acupoints. With a special method, he stirred her life force. Thin white wisps trailed along the needles. Under Pierce's uncanny hands, the gravely wounded Lexie recovered most of her strength in short order. Hearing sirens in the distance, Pierce put away the needles and left without a word. Before he went, he noticed the truck driver had killed himself, a dagger buried straight in his heart. This was no simple accident. It looked like a hit arranged to murder Lexie Looske. Ambulances arrived to a chorus of sirens and the buzz of voices. Amid the clamor, Lexie slowly opened her eyes. She blinked at the ring of faces, her hazy memory clearing-the crash. Exclamations rippled through the crowd. "Wow! She's awake!" "She looks okay now." "That young guy really used traditional medicine. I saw the silver needles." "First time I've ever seen someone do acupuncture for emergency care…" "Hey, where'd the kid go? He saved her and slipped off!" From their chatter, Lexie pieced it together. She had been in a car crash. A young man used miraculous medical skill to bring her back. Her gaze fell on the bloodstained jacket on the ground. She wanted to know who had saved her. She had not even thanked him. Lexie asked around for a description of her savior. A warmhearted auntie took out her phone and smiled. "Sweetie, I recorded a video. Watch it and you'll see what he looked like. Handsome boy, a bit cold though." Lexie took the phone. The instant she saw that familiar face on the screen, her eyes flew wide. She could hardly believe it. "Brother Pierce!" Her voice trembled with surprise and disbelief.

Chapter 4: Driven Out, Ian Hayde's Wrath, and a Miracle Rescue

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