Chapter 26: The Teacher Leaves

The speckled snake stood in the living room with an exasperated look, and the man standing before him was Henry.

'If I didn't need their father and son's help to get out of this city, I would have taken out this stupid bastard.' speckled snake thought of a dozen ways to deal with Henry’s death.

Ten minutes ago, Henry confronted the speckled serpent about why he needed to remove Jerome and Allen.

Speckled Snake was also angry in his heart. Jerome must have had bodyguards around him, and he frequented crowded places. Dealing with him would be tricky.

He thought Allen was a 'soft touch' that was easy to deal with, not realizing that the guy was like a rat covered in grease and had slipped through his hands several times.

Despite his anger, the speckled snake had to be nice to Henry.

"I'm injured and will need to recover for a while. You guys let me get out of the city to get away from my pursuers for now, and I'll be back to finish them later." Speckled Snake said to Henry.

Henry looked at the speckled snake and outright taunted, "Do you think you still have that chance? If my father hadn't saved you from the river, you'd already be a dead man!"

Hanabishi clenched his fists. He wanted to punch this guy in the face.

"I'll only give you a week, and if you can't handle the two of them again, you can go back to your river and feed the fish." Henry jabbed his finger at the speckled snake's chest, then turned to leave.

"I’ll snap your throat with a wolf before I go!" Speckled Snake hissed through clenched teeth.

Henry was comfortable as he left the Flower Spotted Serpent's residence.

"It's so nice to have someone to take out my anger on." Henry hummed cozily. He had been scolded by his father again today, and he could guess why.

James went to Rob Evans. Evans to discuss getting his shares back, but Evans and his father rejected his offer outright and threw him out.

James was angry, and when he got home, he took his anger out on Henry. Once again, his head came into close contact with the bottle of red wine.

"It doesn't feel like enough. Make a modeling date." Henry pulled out his cell phone, ready to arrange a fragrant evening.

Not far away, on the rooftop of the building, Sassoon took it all in, though he was given orders to keep watching.

Over the next week, the Phalanx did not pursue Allen further, but his life remained uneventful.

Allen switched between 'pain' and 'happiness' every day, being conditioned by Ms. Addison and then going to Dobbin's or Moses' at night to enjoy the soothing.

With mystic eyes, Allen's talent was developed, and even though it was only a week, he could already fight Addison for a few rounds.

That afternoon, Addison pinned Allen down, both her legs clamped around Allen's neck.

Allen would have found it erotic to be pinned by a pair of strong and richly beautiful legs in an erotic movie.

But it was reality, and Allen felt like he was suffocating.

Allen's hand slapped the ground continuously to indicate his admission of defeat, which caused Addison to release his body.

After a dozen rounds, Allen and Addison were covered in sweat.

The tight lime green athletic jumpsuit clung to Addison's body, the sweat making it appear translucent. Allen could see a little of the outline of her breasts and the roots of her thighs.

Allen immediately averted his gaze. Aside from his respect for Ms. Addison, he knew how terrifying Addison's perception was.

A few days ago, Addison asked Allen to try to sneak up on her, only to have Allen duck and show her head before Addison kicked her into the wall.

At the time, Addison had warned Allen that the truly strong had a keen sense of danger and could even dodge a gunman's bullet a second before the shot was fired.

From that day on, Allen didn't even dare to peek behind Addison's back.

"Allen, you’ve mastered the fighting techniques. Now I'll give you this." Addison handed Allen a thin booklet.

"This is the meditation I transcribed; take it back and practice it. It will enhance some of your alien energy and keep your emotions calm." After Addison said this, Allen felt bad in his heart.

"Ms. Addison, are you leaving?" Allen asked.

Addison nodded, "I've got some things to take care of. It'll be about two to three weeks before I can get back. You'll have to keep up your workouts while I'm gone and not slack off."

Allen nodded. It hadn't been long, but he was still sad to see Addison go.

Leaving Addison’s training base, Allen did not go to Dobbin or Moses this time but returned to his new home.

Allen opened the pamphlet Addison had given him, flipped through it, and began meditating as instructed.

In a trance, Allen seemed to see a pair of glowing golden eyes again just as a vibration from his pocket woke him up.

Allen pulled out his cell phone to find it was Jerome calling.

"What's up, Jerome? If you want to ask me for a drink, forget it. I'm unavailable today." Allen had just finished speaking when a cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's been a long time, a lucky boy from the casino. If you want to keep this spendthrift alive, come see me!"

The phone hung up, and Allen's face turned hard, thinking he heard the gargoyle’s voice.