Chapter 5 Unveiling the Mastermind

• The night was deep as ink, the cool wind sharp as a blade, and an atmosphere of solemn killing intent filled the air.
• The night in Flison City was exceptionally cold, chilling to the bone and piercing to the heart.
• In the past two hours, thousands of masters from the Dragon Hall had already boarded their vehicles, swiftly converging towards Celestine.
• Marinus Drake, holding the third position among the Four Great Warriors, arrived first in Flison City.
• The unexpected gathering of the Dragon Hall had sent global powers into a state of heightened vigilance, stirring unrest among the highest echelons of Celestine.
• The Celestine's Chief Executive, Theodore Jenning, and the Celestine's top war hero, Samson Walker had both promptly hurried to Flison City upon receiving the news.
• They dreaded an uprising from the Dragon Hall, fearing the havoc it could unleash upon Celestine.
• Flison City, as the nucleus of the Dragon Hall, the city officials were consumed by dread.
• Several city leaders were drenched in cold sweat, unaware of what exactly had transpired but knowing that a massacre involving dozens of lives had just occurred in Flison City.
• They also knew that at this very moment, Theodore, Celestine's Chief Executive, and Samson, Celestine's top war hero, were rushing there at the fastest speed possible.
• "What is unfolding here?
• "Can anyone tell me what exactly happened?
• "What might have compelled Theodore and Mr. Walker to intervene personally?"
• Inside the meeting room, Waylon Beckett, Flison City's mayor, exclaimed in anguish, his complexion paling as he slumped into his seat.
• The atmosphere in the room was tense, each person looking pale, utterly at a loss.
• At this moment, in a luxurious mansion located in the East District of Flison City along the coastline, lay a person who shook the entire globe.
• Ronan suddenly opened his eyes. His formidable strength was terrifying, and despite being consumed by rage and suffering mental damage, he had been unconscious for less than two hours before awakening.
• "My daughters!"
• He let out a sudden roar.
• At this moment, Hope and Grace were lying on the soft and comfortable bed in the adjacent room, their stains already washed clean.
• The two young girls, reminiscent of delicate porcelain dolls, slumbered peacefully like cherubs. Their lips curved in gentle smiles, each clutching a plush teddy bear tightly.
• "My daughters!"
• Ronan's voice trembled as he gazed upon his children. It had been a gap of five long years.
• Having been away from Flison City for more than half a decade, he never anticipated having two daughters awaiting his return. His heart melted at the sight of them.
• But upon observing their wounds, his gaze turned frigid.
• "Yael!"
• He thundered, his voice resolute and authoritative.
• He stood up, his broad shoulders like mountains, his entire body exuding an overwhelmingly dominant aura.
• At this moment, he was not just the leader of the Dragon Hall, but also a father to his daughters—a father who had been absent since their birth.
• "Yael, have those who caused harm to Hope and Grace been taken care of?"
• "Do not worry, Mr. Crest. The wrongdoers have been removed, none are left."
• Yael murmured gently, "It's a pity we acted too swiftly, letting them die too quickly and painlessly."
• "And her ... what of her?"
• Ronan's voice trembled as recollections of the woman who had rescued him half a decade earlier overwhelmed his thoughts.
• Gripping his fist tightly, blood seeping from his nails, he was engulfed by remorse and self-blame.
• He seethed with hatred, but the target of his hatred was himself.
• He loathed himself for not coming back sooner, for not realising earlier that she had given birth to his twin girls.
• "Four years ago, Madam had children without being married, becoming the target of mockery in the city. The Harts, to safeguard their honour, cruelly expelled Madam. She found refuge here and gave birth to two young misses.
• "Throughout these years, Madam has faced numerous challenges, relying heavily on the support of her friend Lillian Ashwood to survive."
• Yael spoke gravely, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
• As he spoke, he could feel the fierce, icy anger emanating from Ronan.
• "And what about my daughters? Why were they seized? Why were they left in a pigsty? Has this matter been fully looked into?"
• Ronan's rage erupted, and he yelled with intense fury.
• His voice thundered through the air, shaking the very sky.
• "Who is the mastermind behind all of this? Who is manipulating everything? What is the reason behind it?
• "Have we found out any of this?"