Freya followed Shadow Specter to a deserted forest, where there was no one around, making it an excellent place to test the power of explosives.

"Detonate it!"

As the words of Shadow Specter fell, Freya ignited the liquid bomb and threw it into the forest.

The loud bang created was deafening.

Freya covered his ears when she felt the strong shockwave.

When the smoke cleared, a large crater was blasted into the ground.

"Lexi, you have graduated. There is nothing more for me to teach you."

She was a miraculous genius who learned anything she wanted at once, and Shadow Specter had never seen anyone like her yet.

Freya smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I have graduated and would refuse to help you with your medical treatment?"

"I don't know, but I believe in your character. You will definitely deliver on your promises."

"Alright, today will be the last time I help you with the acupuncture treatment. Then, I have to go back."

The two walked back the way they came, Freya took out the needle kit and gave him the second treatment.

She remembered the information Ella had investigated before, and curiously asked, "May I ask, is Morgan Wilder a master to you?"

"You know my master?" Shadow Specter was surprised.

"I don't know him. I've only heard of his reputation."

Morgan was a legendary figure in explosive arts, but he passed away over a decade ago.

Since then, no one in the explosive world has matched up to the skill of Morgan.

"My master's explosive arts were the most top-notch in the world. Back then, the Logan family even tried to recruit my master to develop explosives for them, but my master declined. While he was alive, he passed on his lifelong explosive arts to me, but I've only scratched the surface."

"Since your master didn't want to work with the Logan family, why did you work at Ian's side?"

Freya was anxious to know.

Hearing that, Shadow Specter remained silent, clenching his fists tightly as he recounted his experiences to her.

At the age of five, he became a disciple of Morgan, and among all his disciples, he was the most favored student.

By the age of eight, he had mastered simple explosive techniques. At nine, he could stand on his own, and by ten, he was designated as Morgan's successor.

However, just when he thought the sky was the limit for him, an accident occurred, leaving his body stuck at the age of ten.

As a result, he endured all kinds of mockery and insults, scorned by all his fellow disciples, and was subjected to various forms of bullying.

He was ultimately forced to leave the sect and wander alone.

Over the years, he earned a living by researching new ammunition and selling them.

As his wealth grew, so did the number of his enemies.

Various online bounties were posted, all offering reward for hunting down the "Shadow Specter".

He worried that he would be targeted by his enemies, so he disguised himself and infiltrated the Duke's Palace to work for Ian.

Despite his loyalty for many years, Ian only treated him as a mere guinea pig.

With clenched fists, hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Ian is indeed a cunning man. If you are willing, I would like to introduce you to my husband."

"May I ask, who is your husband?"

"Leonard Newman."

Freya deliberately slowed down and emphasized every word.

Shadow Specter's expression changed as he had not expected the person in front of him to be Leonard's wife.

Leonard's reputation had spread far and wide, so he heard about Leonard several months ago.

Everyone knew that Leonard's return this time was primarily to reclaim this city.

The hostility between the Newman family and the Logan family was well known to Shadow Specter.

The Logan family used ruthless means to persecute the Newman family in the past, seizing control of Solterra.

It was believed that no one from the Newman family survived the war.

However, Leonard returned!

"You want me to help Leonard?"

"Yes."

Freya did not conceal her intentions, knowing that with the help of Shadow Specter, the battle to reclaim the city would be much easier.

Shadow Specter remained silent for a long time.

After much hesitation, he finally agreed. "Fine, as long as you can heal my leg pain, I am willing to serve under Leonard."

Upon hearing this, Freya's lips curled up slightly.

"I will come early tomorrow to help you with the acupuncture treatment, and I will bring him along as well!"

"Alright. The treatment for today ends here. Have a good night's sleep!"

With that, Freya packed up her acupuncture kit and turned to leave.

Little did she know that not long after she left the woods, she would be soon followed by someone.

She narrowed her eyes and quickened her pace.

The footsteps drew closer and closer.

Suddenly, a dark flash streaked through the night.

Freya sensed the danger and quickly dodged the attack.

"Who are you?"

Under the cold moonlight, a figure slowly emerged into view.

The other party was dressed in all black and wearing a mask, so she could not see his face at all.

"Your killer!"

The voice through the voice changer sounded sharp and empty, which was especially eerie in the pitch-black night.

Freya coldly chuckled. "You want to kill me? Let's see if you have what it takes!"

She struck back, engaging in a fierce battle with the other party.

The newcomer was strong with an extremely agile body that easily allowed her to avoid Freya's attacks.

Seeing that, Freya's attacks became even more fierce.

She swiftly moved behind the other party. A silver light shone from the needle in her hand which moved around the other party's shoulder and pressed the needle against the attacker's neck.

However, it was also because of this movement that her arm inadvertently touched the other party's chest.

She furrowed her brows, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"A woman?"

Upon seething that the situation was turning unfavorable, the other person pushed her arm back, looking quite flustered as she broke free from her restraints.

At the same time, the blade in Freya's hand flew out, slicing across the other person's neck.

The person grunted, wiping away the blood. Her gaze turning icy as she looked at Freya.

In the next moment, she flickered and disappeared into the darkness.

Freya had no intention to chase after her.

This place was desolate and deserted. There was a trap around every corner.

Combined with her eagerness to return home and see her beloved Leonard, she was in no mood to entangle with the other person.

Not long after Freya's departure, the figure that had disappeared in the darkness reappeared.

As she watched Freya's receding figure, she clenched their fist tightly as eyes flashed with unwillingness.

…

When Freya hurried back to the villa, she could see from a distance a tall figure leaning against the wall.

With the cold moonlight's help, she recognized the man's face.

It was the man she had been giving the cold shoulder to for the entire week.

At that moment, Bradley was leaning against the wall. The bluish-gray smoke from his cigarette covered his eyes and added a sense of mystery.

It had only been a few days of not seeing each other, yet she felt as if they were in different worlds.

Bradley was exquisitely handsome, with facial features sculpted by a master craftsman. He was flawless.

He exuded a captivating aura of restraint, and was so photogenic that his photos would make people envious and scream in excitement even without any editing.

Obviously, he had been waiting for a long time, as evidenced by the large pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

She was surprised to see how addicted he was to smoking in just a few days!

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, but he slowly raised his eyes and looked directly at her.