The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Aha! This tree is pretty enormous after all.”
Jeff was leading his squad through the ruins of Rowan Lane. The men were all gasping in awe as they passed by the gigantic
Rowan tree. The wind was blowing gently against them. They failed to notice the two shadowy figures that were standing on top
of the tree, behind the swaying branches.
Jeff and his men had arrived at the small building which sat amidst the ruins. He waved at the squad and commanded them in a
low voice, “Surround this place at once!”
Jeff tapped his gun lightly before putting both hands on his waist. He was perfectly poised and ready for the next part of his
operation. All of a sudden, the ringing sound of a phone tore through the sky.
“Whose phone is it? Do I have to remind you guys to keep your phones on silent throughout the operation?” His face fell dark as
he turned to stare at the two assistants behind him.
One of the officers scrambled to take out his phone. His face was pale as ghost. “I’m sorry, sir. I forgot to turn off my phone.”
“Turn if off now!” Jeff was staring daggers at him.
“Right away!” The officer nodded while putting his finger on the power button. Out of habit, he managed to steal a quick glance at
the phone screen.
A single glance was all it took to stop him in his tracks. While lifting his head to face Jeff, he reported shakily, “Sir... it’s a call
from the headquarters!”
“From the headquarters?” Jeff frowned. “Answer it then. See what it’s about.”
Again, the officer nodded frantically. He picked up the call and put it on speaker.
The voice from the other end was suppressing his anger. “I’m Lewis from the Southern headquarters. Pass me over to Jeff!”
“Chief Lewis!?” Jeff panicked and quickly took over his phone. “Hi, Chief. I’m Jeff, Head of Station Number 37 in the Southern
western district. What are your orders?”
“Screw orders!”

Lewis let out a curse before yelling at him on the phone, “Who gave you the permission to set foot on Rowan Lane? Come back
at this instance! Officer No. 1521, I order you to keep him under your surveillance. If he refuses to come back immediately, cuff
him and bring him back to me!”
While puffing his chest, the officer responded in a dignified voice, “Officer No.1521 will comply with your orders!”
Boop!
The call was ended. Jeff still had the phone in his hand, but the colors of his face was completely drained off. He broke into a
sweat, having placed under the watchful eyes of the other two officers.
“What now, sir?” Officer No.1521 looked a little perplexed.
Jeff let out a sigh and glared at him afterward. “What are you waiting for? Go get the guys! You think I’ll let you bring me in with
cuffs?”
Following his lead, the squad left just as quickly as they came.
On top of the small building, a shadow had slipped past of the corners.
Creak!
The door was pushed opened. Suzie was carrying a bloated stomach when she emerged from within. She looked around to see
if anyone was still there. When she realized she had no visitors, Suzie raised her brow, turned back inside, and closed the doors.
At the same time, something else was brewing on Gallard Street in the Central district.
Steven, who was once a proud millionaire, was being sandwiched between two guards and escorted out of the Paramount
Chamber of Commerce. His face spelled defeat as he left the entrance.
“Oh! Aren’t you Mr. Winston, the CEO of Everest Group?” Steven was immediately recognized by a middle-aged man who had
just gotten off his luxurious car at the side. He seemed to be a millionaire himself.
Moments later, one of the building executives hurried out to greet him. He was wearing a matching pair of suit and leather shoes.
“Mr. Silverston, welcome! Please, come in!”
Barry was curious. He asked while pointing at Steven’s distant figure, “What’s wrong with Mr. Winston?”

“Do you know him, Mr. Silverston?” The man raised his brow. Barry nodded. “I’ve met him twice.”
Once Steven boarded his car, the building executive said with a funny face, “This man must have used up all his luck.”
“Oh? How so?” Barry was intrigued.