Chapter 1 Dragon Dagger

• "Old Fred, if you keep this up, you're going to end up dead in some woman's arms!"
• Robin Ramsey remarked, eyeing the aging man in front of him.
• Old Fred brushed off the lipstick smudges on his face, looking bewildered. He fished out a credit card and handed it over to Robin.
• "Robin, this leopard-print card is packed with cash—there's a few trillion dollars on it!
• "Plus, I own high-end properties in major cities worldwide. You can stay at any of them whenever you like.
• "And lastly, here's a gift from me ... " Old Fred began to say, but then he exclaimed, "Oops! Not that!"
• He pulled out a piece of black lace lingerie from his belt, realizing it was the wrong item.
• After a moment of fumbling, he finally produced a curious short dagger.
• "This dragon dagger has been lost for fifty years. I'm giving it to you now. It's not just any dagger—it has the power to ...
• "Uh, never mind. Someone will reach out to you at the right time. Just wait for them in Draconia.
• "Robin, once you wrap up your engagement back home, just ... "
• Old Fred tried to continue, but four exceptionally attractive women with striking figures came down the stairs, ready to usher him away.
• "Old Fred, stop stalling! We're all dying to get going!"
• "Don't worry. Your dedicated disciple is so skilled that even demons fear him. He'll be fine!"
• "Ah!" Moments later, Old Fred's distressed cries echoed from the upstairs bedroom.
• Robin glanced towards the second floor, shrugged, and slipped the leopard-print card into his wallet.
• Leaving Old Fred's house, he hopped into a cab for the airport, examining the dragon dagger.
• The dagger's intricate designs shimmered like a dragon exhaling mist and clouds, radiating a powerful aura.
• The golden scales glistened in the car's dim light.
• After over twenty hours of flight, he landed in Harmonfield, Draconia.
• The bustling economic hub on the eastern coast was gently blanketed in the soft snowfall of the setting sun.
• Robin reviewed the engagement contract details. After a quick check, he took a cab to the Miller Group Building in the heart of the city.
• Old Fred had mentioned that Robin's fiancée, Alice Miller, was part of a match arranged by their grandfathers long ago, before either Robin or Alice were born.
• Robin had spent many years with Old Fred, who had never spoken much about his own family despite him asking many times.
• Robin had learned medicine, developed his skills, and mastered the art of combat under Old Fred's guidance.
• Recently, Old Fred had taken him to Fricana.
• From that point forward, the blood-soaked and chaotic mercenary battlefield welcomed a new force, one whose very presence sent shivers down the spines of all who heard their name—a figure feared across the globe, a true bringer of death.
• Moving like a shadow, this individual remained elusive, earning the codename "Dragon Dagger."
• ......
• Robin gazed at the now-yellow engagement contract, lost in thought.
• "I wonder what my future wife will be like. Is she beautiful? Kind?"
• He spent the ride imagining what Alice might look like.
• After thirty minutes, the cab arrived in Harmonfield's city district.
• Robin rolled down the window and took in the city lights, feeling an odd sense of familiarity.
• But then he sensed an imminent danger approaching.
• Robin was focused forward, alert, and ready.
• Crash!
• A screeching of brakes and a jarring metallic crash suddenly pierced the quiet night.
• A battered Porsche, wrecked in a collision, hurtled directly towards Robin's taxi with alarming speed.
• The taxi driver, frozen in terror, was unable to move.
• Robin quickly seized the steering wheel with one hand and yanked the handbrake with the other, executing a sharp, skidding maneuver.
• The taxi narrowly missed a direct collision with the two out-of-control vehicles, with a gap of less than a millimeter.
• Bang!
• After a brief pause, the stillness was shattered by a gunshot.
• From behind the barricades, four armed men emerged from a BMW SUV.
• Two of them brandished their weapons at the onlookers, while another dragged a wounded woman from the Porsche, pressing his gun to her head.
• The leader, a bald man, shouted to the bystanders, "Get down!"
• Bang!
• A shot rang out, striking the forehead of the bravest soul who tried to intervene.
• The crowd erupted into screams of panic.
• Everyone hit the ground, too terrified to raise their heads.
• Robin, seated in the taxi, observed the scene through the window.
• Under the cold glow of streetlights, snowflakes whirled violently.
• The blood staining the snow from the wreckage cast a sinister shadow over the city night.
• In the dim light, the woman's tall, striking figure was unmistakable, even though blood marred her elegant features.
• Her exceptional beauty was evident, even in such a state.
• At that moment, the robbers noticed Robin still sitting in the car.
• "Get out of the car now! Hands on your head and get down!" one of the robbers shouted, aiming his gun at Robin.
• Robin offered a detached smile, ignoring the armed men, and slowly rolled down the window.
• He fixed his gaze on the hostage woman.
• "Let her go!"
• His voice was calm and firm, cutting through the icy, desolate atmosphere with a piercing intensity.
• The robbers' hands holding their guns trembled.
• The terrified woman, Shirley Dunn, turned her head and caught a glimpse of Robin's calm, enigmatic face, her heart racing with confusion.
• Shirley, the heiress of Harmonfield's leading family, the Dunns, and the current CEO of Dunns Group, had never encountered someone so composed and strikingly handsome.
• This man confronted a gang of ruthless criminals with such unwavering calm.
• "You're gonna die today!" The robber, momentarily shocked, growled and pulled the trigger.
• "No!" Shirley screamed in terror, closing her eyes and crying out in desperation.
• A frigid wind swept through, causing trees to sway and branches to quiver.
• In an instant, the scene erupted into a frenzy of chaotic light and swirling dust.
• The snowstorm intensified, turning into a blizzard-like whirlwind!
• After the gunshot, the world plunged into total silence.
• On the disordered street, only Shirley's solitary, disheveled figure remained.
• People's eyes scanning the area soon noticed the four robbers lying lifelessly in the pristine snow.
• The rapid events felt almost surreal.
• If not for the sight of the robbers' bodies on the ground, it would be hard to believe it had really happened.
• The four robbers had been killed with a single strike to the throat.
• Their blood trickled down their necks, steaming faintly in the cold snow!
• "Shirley, are you ... are you alright?"
• A white-haired elder from a speeding Mercedes rushed to Shirley, worry etched on his face.
• "Grandpa, I ... I'm ... fine!" Shirley finally regained her composure.
• She clung tightly to her grandfather, Drake Dunn's, arm, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
• Her anxious gaze followed the taxi as it vanished into the snowstorm.
• Although she couldn't see the face of the person in the car, the chilling sense of death lingered, filling her with overwhelming fear.
• Drake surveyed the robbers' bodies, wiped sweat from his brow, and instructed, "Quickly, alert everyone in the Dunns to find the young man from that taxi immediately!
• "Even if we have to search the entire Harmonfield, we must locate him!"