Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Just then, Jenna appeared.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

bee of a rebellious high school.

She was older than him, nearly as tall as those who were beating him. Adler remembered Jenna, in her modified private school uniform; she had shortened its skirt and replaced the bow with a man's tie, making her look both tall and formidable, like the untouchable queen To him, Jenna seemed to radiate light, and in that moment, his eyes sparkled too.

Jenna frowned, her dissatisfaction clear. "Who gave you the right to mess with my people on my turf?"

Jenna had been rigorously trained from a young age by Lennon, not in flashy, useless moves, but in genuine, hard-hitting combat. Those blond thugs hadn't even touched Jenna's shoulder when she threw them over her shoulder to the ground.

When others tried to overwhelm her with numbers, Jenna's swift kicks sent them flying, one by one.

It was the first time he thought a woman fighting could look so cool.

Jenna...

If only you could be by my side right now.

How wonderful would that be?

Adler felt his eyelids grow heavy, barely able to keep his eyes open.

He knew, this time his Jenna couldn't come to his rescue as before.

Meanwhile

"What? Adler ran off to the valley?"

Sophie and Colby had reached the outskirts of the city when they received the call, leaving Sophie momentarily stunned. Then she quickly gathered her thoughts and demanded, "Wait, with all your men, how did you let Adler escape?" Given Adler's condition, who among them didn't know his capabilities?

Not to mention, Adler wouldn't have been able to get past Harold's bodyguards, let alone with injuries from a car accident. "You might not believe it if I told you."

There was a pause on the line

before Harold continued, "Adler took down our guys, all of them. I figured he must still have some skills, so I took the liberty of digging into some of Adler's past overseas."

As Harold spoke, Sophie's phone buzzed with incoming documents looking quite dated, as if from over a decade ago. And all of them were from abroad.

Clearly documented was the story of a prodigious young man named Louis.

Though Sophie didn't know who this Louis was, the boy holding a trophy beside the text was unmistakably Adler. "Colby..."

Sophie handed the documents to Colby.

Clearly, Colby was also unaware of this information.

Harold went on, "Additionally, I found records of Adler's training abroad when he was younger, all designed by Wesley. One particular 'Hell Week' training, where out of a hundred kids only one could emerge victorious. Every year, those who survived became top figures in their field, and Adler was the champion seventeen years ago, reportedly defeating a boy seven years his senior. But these records are only found abroad and are quite rare, probably because Adler didn't stay long before returning home."

Sophie's brow furrowed slightly, "We had no idea about any of this."

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Adler hid this, I believe he's safe

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