Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill - Chapter 160 - 134: Schemes and Calculations

In front of others, he is a cold and callous President of an empire. Young, wealthy and handsome, he is also the Prince Charming in every woman’s heart.

Only Chi Enen knows how temperamental, domineering and possessive he is!

Five years ago, Chi Enen left him and disappeared without a trace. Now, she bumped into him coincidentally and he refuses to let her go.

After their reencounter, he bounds Chi Enen mercilessly to his side. If she is out of his sight for a moment, his paranoia will be triggered…

“I gave in to you in the past because I can’t bear not to. Now, I have already decided to do it my way. I don’t need your agreement.”

“Li Beijue, what do you want from me?”

“I just want you to fall in love with me!”

Chi Enen struggles to get out of his clutches and at the same time, fighting desperately to resist his charm.

Will he discover the truth of what happened five years ago?

Going for a swim, she ends up in an ancient wild Beast World and ends up being brought home by a handsome wolf.

The year 1847

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”