The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The next day arrived, bathed in the gentle hues of dawn.

Jagoan and Jagoan, driven by a sense of urgency, rose early and prepared themselves by six in the morning,

careful not to disturb the still-slumbering Jacob and Elaine. This particular journey marked the first time Jagoan and

Jagoan embarked on a solitary adventure since their union years ago. A bittersweet tinge tinged their hearts, for

they knew deep down that circumstances demanded their separation.

Jagoan harbored an earnest desire to ensure Jagoan’s safety, entrusting her to the capable hands of Michaela, who

would undoubtedly provide solace and protection. Meanwhile, Jagoan, cognizant of the pressing matters at hand,

believed it imperative to aid Michaela in resolving her immediate predicaments. So, albeit reluctantly, they

temporarily bid farewell to one another, compelled by duty.

Inside the airport, Jagoan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gently embraced Jagoan, her voice filled with a

soft tremor. “Darling, I cannot fathom how long my journey to the United States will consume, but I fear it will weigh

heavily on your shoulders back home…”

Jagoan’s hand caressed her back as he offered reassurance. “Fear not, my love, with your husband by your side, I

shall attend to your parents with utmost care.”

Jagoan urged him, her words laced with concern. “Above all else, take care of yourself. Do not let the pursuit of

Feng Shui and aiding others consume your every thought.”

“Very well,” Jagoan replied, a gentle smile gracing his lips. His voice, like a caress, whispered, “You too, upon your

arrival in New York, remember to find balance between work and rest. Do not become consumed by your duties.”

A tear streaked cheek brushed against a tender touch as Jagoan wiped away her sorrow, her voice tinged with

reluctance. “My beloved, I must depart now…”

“Alright,” Jagoan nodded, his smile remaining intact. “Notify me as soon as you touch down.”

Jagoan replied “Of course!”

Jagoan maintained an unwavering gaze, attentively observing Jagoan navigate through the security check with

ease. Once she completed the process and emerged from the checkpoint, she turned back momentarily before

finally departing.

With time still on his side, it being merely half past six, Jagoan chose not to hurry and found himself in the airport’s

arrival hall. The sparse crowd waiting for arrivals at this early hour provided a modicum of relief and Jagoan’s eyes

caught sight of a man holding a talisman at the exit.

A sense of reassurance coursed through him, for at this moment, everything seemed to be falling into place

according to Zachary’s arrangements.

Keeping his composure intact, Jagoan silently approached the airport’s large screen and paused, his attention

fixated upon it.

The earliest flight from Aurous Hill was set to depart in a mere ten minutes, while the first inbound flight would not

touch down until eight o’clock. Amongst the list of arrivals, the majority hailed from major Chinese cities, with a few

originating from overseas locations.

Jagoan remained oblivious to the identity and origin of his adversary, but one thing was crystal clear, henceforth, he

would station himself in Aurous Hill, unburdened by any lingering apprehensions. His fists clenched and within his

heart, he took a solemn oath. “Whoever dares to continue their assault on my grandparents in this city where my

parents met their tragic fate twenty years ago, I, Jagoan Wade, will confront them with unwavering determination

and fight to the very end, even if it costs me my life!”

With steely resolve burning in his eyes, he cast one final glance at the arrivals board before turning away, striding

purposefully into the distance.

At this very moment, Eastcliff is vibrant and bustling.

The clock struck 6:30 in the morning and Eastcliff International Airport thrived with a liveliness that surpassed even

Aurous Hill. The airport buzzed with activity as flights departed one after another, prompted by the influx of

passengers. The overcrowding resulted in a chaotic symphony of takeoffs, commencing as early as 6:10 AM.

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Amidst the commotion, a figure emerged, clad in an elegant robe, making his way into the domestic departure hall

of Eastcliff Airport. Gideon Alastair, a Chinese national hailing from Argentina, sought refuge from the burdensome

pressures that weighed upon him. Driven by his devotion, he had secured the earliest flight to Aurous Hill for the

day.

Scheduled to take off at eight o’clock, the flight’s estimated duration was one hour and forty minutes. Having

completed the check-in procedures, Gideon sought solace in the sanctuary of the first-class lounge, where he

rested his weary eyes, awaiting the moment of boarding.

Yet, his heart, which had been beating for one hundred and fifty-six years, inexplicably faltered at this very

moment. It would stall, without rhyme or reason, at times racing with alarming speed and at others, slowing to a

disconcerting crawl. It was like riding a roller coaster, one that left a lingering sense of trepidation.

Gideon was well aware that this abnormal behavior stemmed from his own nervousness. Although he had grown

unaccustomed to such sensations over the years, he could vividly recall the anxious tremors that plagued his youth.

These behaviors, etched into his very being since childhood, had become inseparable from his past.

At this moment, memories of his long and arduous journey flooded his mind. He reminisced about his childhood, a

time engulfed in the tragedies of a powerless and humiliated nation. Scarce food and

threadbare clothing were the norm, while wolves prowled the land, accompanied by tigers and leopards.

For Gideon himself, the countless encounters with death were too numerous to quantify. The palpitations and

agonizing pain that accompanied life or death moments remained etched in his memory. Even as time forged

ahead, those unsettling recollections continued to haunt him.

Seeking refuge from the flames of war, to secure sustenance and survival, he sought solace within the confines of

Evercloud Temple, where he assumed the role of a Taoist priest. However, he soon discovered that Taoism offered

more than a mere escape from destitution, it promised the elusive quest for eternal life.

Decades of pursuing the path of Tao had brought him to the precipice of longevity, yet the final revelation eluded

him. It was then, at an uncommonly ripe age, that he left his homeland, driven by an insatiable desire to discover

the true essence of immortality.

Ever since mastering the mystical aura, Gideon had never experienced the same sense of tension as before. Many

years had passed and his existence had become remarkably stable. Yet, on this day, after a century had slipped by,

he found himself ensnared in the same anxiety that had once consumed him. His mind couldn’t help but wander,

“Could it be that a calamity awaits me in Aurous Hill?”

Swiftly, he shook off the thought, seeking solace in self reassurance. “Unlikely! How could there exist a behemoth

capable of harming me in Aurous Hill? Twenty years ago, Bruce Wade and Lily Evans, who had retreated to

seclusion in this very place, were no match for me! This time, I will eradicate the Evans family from Aurous Hill and

no one will be able to lay a finger on me!”

As the cruel, twisted arc of a smirk danced upon his lips, Gideon chuckled inwardly. “Let us not forget the lone

survivor, Lily and Bruce’s only son, who managed to escape twenty years ago. This time, I shall reunite him with his

short lived parents and grandparents!”

Just then, a member of the first-class lounge’s staff approached him, radiating respect. “Sir, your flight to Aurous

Hill has commenced boarding. Please make your way promptly to gate 36.”

Gideon opened his eyes, allowing a faint smile to grace his countenance. “Very well, thank you.”

With those words spoken, he stood up and made his way to boarding gate 36.

Forty minutes later, Gideon’s aircraft took off from the Eastcliff Airport runway, executing a graceful half- circle in

the sky before embarking on its southerly journey. By ten o’clock in the morning, the plane landed at Aurous Hill

Airport, ten minutes ahead of schedule.

As the soothing strains of cabin music filled the air, Gideon, who had kept his eyes shut throughout the flight, finally

opened them. Gazing out the window, a fiery surge coursed through his veins. He recognized it for what it was an

insatiable thirst for bloodshed. In his line of work, every action required the Lord’s approval, leaving him with limited

opportunities to satiate this urge. It had been twenty years since his last indulgence and now, he aimed to eradicate

an entire family in Aurous Hill.

A sigh escaped his lips as he acknowledged the curious connection he had with this town. However, the scent of

bloodshed, underscored by his fate, was undeniably stronger.

As the plane came to a halt at the terminal bridge, Gideon swiftly became the first to step out of the cabin. Walking

through the corridor and past the baggage area, he entered the arrival hall of the airport. He was well aware of the

Evans family’s whereabouts, but attacking them immediately was not his plan. The Lord had entrusted him with two

specific tasks and he intended to carry them out with precision.

Apart from obliterating the Evans family, he needed to plan a hiding place following the attack. In the depths of

darkness, he would patiently await the arrival of Lily and Bruce’s son.

The first order of business was finding a suitable refuge. Just as he was about to hail a taxi to the city, something

caught his attention, a flicker of peculiarity in the corner of his eye. He turned his head swiftly, fixating his gaze

upon a middle aged man positioned, holding up a sign to meet someone.

He didn’t bother to read the words plastered on the massive sign, his attention was solely captured by the middle

aged man’s right thumb. In an instant, his pupils contracted, shrinking to pinpricks. If he likened his control over

aura to an alternative form of sight, then the right thumb of this man was the lone flicker of light illuminating his

darkened world.

Though various religions possessed disparate worldviews, they all acknowledged a common concept, the arrival of

the Dharma’s end, the age of demise. These religions claimed that humanity’s constant advancement had led to a

loss of connection with nature, the heavens and the universe. This has resulted in a widening gap between mortals

and deities, according to these beliefs.

According to Taoism, the world was once brimming with aura. By grasping the method of absorbing and converting

this vital energy, humans could ascend to immortality. However, in the present era, the aura in nature had nearly

been depleted, extinguishing any possibility for mankind to achieve immortality. Thus, in their eyes, this was the

time of Dharma’s end.

Regardless of the validity of such claims, those who had mastered reiki at this stage experienced firsthand the

absence of reiki in nature. Their only means of attaining it was through pills or other exceptional objects infused

with reiki.

Gideon had gradually become proficient in aura with the help of elixirs bestowed by the Lord and a meticulously

crafted array of reiki within the Warriors Den. This unique combination of resources propelled him to new heights of

strength and power. When the formation was active, it emitted a constant flow of aura. Though not abundant, it

had accumulated over the years.

During the past few years, the Four Marshals of the Warriors Den were fortunate enough to have the chance to

cultivate within the formation. However, most of the time, the formation was exclusively at the Lord’s disposal.

Consequently, the Four Marshals had become exceedingly sensitive to the traces of reiki in their surroundings,

much like a famished mouse that keenly detects the scent of food.

In Gideon’s life, there existed only one mystical weapon that truly belonged to him, a wooden sword gifted by the

Lord, containing an attacking formation. Apart from that, it held no value.

Hence, when he noticed the man possessing a magical weapon, his heart leaped with excitement, reaching his

throat. Halting his steps, he discreetly observed the individual.

Unbeknownst to Ladden, an elderly man fixed his gaze upon him from a short distance away.

Ladden brimmed with energy, knowing that by holding up a sign and working at the airport for a day, he could earn

a hefty sum of three thousand dollars. It far surpassed the income he garnered from his stall on the antique street.

All he possessed was Lucas Flynn’s business card. He knew nothing of Lucas’s identity and he didn’t want Lucas to

arrive too soon. In the upcoming four months, he could relish some well deserved rest at home.

Gideon studied Ladden closely and came to the conclusion that this individual had a weak grasp on manipulating

their aura. His brows and expressions exuded the raw street spirit of an ordinary citizen. Someone skilled in reiki

would never exhibit such a rudimentary street vibe.

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Thus, Gideon surmised that this man was likely unaware that the talisman in his possession was, in fact, a magical

weapon. With this realization, an idea sprouted in his mind, he would test the waters.

Feigning a perplexed look, he surveyed his surroundings before approaching Ladden. Politely, he inquired, “Brother,

could you kindly inform me of the best way to reach the city center?”

Ladden glanced back at him, seeing an inconspicuous old man and responded nonchalantly, “Why do you need to

ask? Taxis, subways, airport buses, don’t they all head to the city?”

Though dissatisfied, he refrained from becoming angry. After all, this reinforced his judgment of Ladden.

With a smile, Gideon explained, “To be honest, brother, it’s my first time in Aurous Hill. I’m unfamiliar with the place

and being old, my eyesight isn’t the best. Thus, I’m a bit confused.”

As he spoke, he retrieved a hundred dollar bill from his pocket, presenting it to Ladden. He continued, “Consider this

a small token. If it’s not too much trouble, could you advise me on the most suitable means of transportation?”

Initially uninterested in conversing with the old man, Ladden’s demeanor instantly improved upon seeing the bill. He

accepted it with a smile and remarked, “The subway is undoubtedly the fastest, but it’s past ten o’clock now, so the

morning rush hour has ended. Taking a taxi would be quicker. Within half an hour, you’ll reach the city, faster than

the subway. Since money isn’t an issue for you, I suggest you opt for a taxi.”

“Very well!” Gideon thanked him graciously, cupping his hands in appreciation. “I’m grateful for your guidance,

brother.”

“You’re welcome,” Ladden replied, promptly pocketing the hundred dollar bill.

In his mind, he believed that if he didn’t stow away the money swiftly, the old man might request its return.

Meanwhile, Gideon pointed to the jade ring on his right thumb, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He inquired, “Brother,

your ring seems remarkable. I wonder what it’s worth?”

Though accustomed to swindling and scheming, Gideon possessed a keen eye. Nonchalantly, Ladden replied, “This

little trinket is an ancient artifact. It’s neither excessively valuable nor inexpensive. I reckon it’d fetch around ten

thousand on the market.”

Unfamiliar with antiquities, Gideon probed further, asking curiously, “What does that mean?”

Ladden responded, “It’s the middle figure among ten thousand.”

“Oh!” Gideon chuckled. “You make it sound so effortless, little brother. You must be in the antique business right?”

“Yes,” Ladden admitted, not bothering to conceal the truth. “I’m in the antique business and I’ve been at it for over

a decade or two.”

Curiosity piqued, Gideon inquired, “Since you’re an antique connoisseur, why would you be waiting at the airport to

pick someone up?”

Ladden frowned, examining Gideon from head to toe. He then retorted, “Old man, you certainly have a lot of

questions. Weren’t you desperate to find the quickest way to the urban area? Time is of the essence.”

Gideon’s heart skipped a beat, realizing he had been excessively talkative and aroused the other man’s suspicion.

Quickly, he adopted an apologetic expression and said, “Oh, I apologize profusely. You see, as one grows older, the

words tend to flow freely. I enjoy conversing with everyone. Please forgive me.”

Unbeknownst to Gideon, Ladden’s remark was a gentle reminder that if he wanted to continue prying, he should

part with more money. The previous hundred dollar allowance had been exhausted.

Smiling, Ladden offered a meaningful piece of advice. “Old man, it’s alright to talk a little more. What matters is

whom you talk to and how you do it.”

To emphasize his point, he deliberately used his thumb and index finger, both adorned with the jade ring, to mime

the action of counting money.

Suddenly regaining his senses, Gideon cursed inwardly, “I’ve been blind! I overestimated you!”

Realizing he needn’t beat around the bush any longer, he promptly cut to the chase.

Without hesitation, he produced another bag from his pocket. Sporting a friendly smile, he extracted several

hundred dollar bills and presented them to Ladden, confessing, “To be completely honest, I, too, have a fascination

for antiques. When I saw the finger ring in your possession, I found it incredibly captivating. I really admire it. So,

brother, I wonder if you would be willing to part with it? We can discuss the monetary details!”

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