The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The temperature of both the engine’s water and the hood remained high, despite the absence of any passengers or drivers
inside the car.
Meanwhile, Jarvis had taken refuge in the heart of a tall tree located in the northern forest adjacent to the copper mine.
Concealing his figure amidst the thick foliage, he could easily monitor the activity on the mine’s north side through the small gaps
in the leaves.
Another tree behind him bore the weight of a decapitated corpse.
The brutal force with which the head had been wrenched from the body was evident, and the deceased’s own belt had been
used to tie both ankles to a thick branch, suspending the lifeless form in mid-air.
Blood still spurted from the severed neck, mingling with the rain and forming a crimson stream on the ground.
This unfortunate soul had been the taxi driver who had transported Jarvis to this location.
Jarvis had originally intended to kill people on the plane, but this plan was deemed unfeasible due to the risk of alarming the
crew and potentially causing an air crash.
Consequently, he had shifted his focus to the taxi driver.
The driver had obediently parked on the roadside as Jarvis had asked, but the latter was unwilling to leave anything to chance
when it came to his own safety.
As a result, he dragged the driver into the nearby woods and mercilessly took his life, using the act to alleviate his own
depression.
With the deed done, Jarvis finally felt a sense of calm wash over him.
Ignoring the bloody corpse that now lay behind him, he instead turned his attention to the copper mine located not far away.
Having mastered reiki, his senses had become significantly enhanced, allowing him to detect the presence of the secret sentries
stationed at the mine even from several hundred meters away.
Jarvis was not surprised to learn of the existence of these sentries, given the crucial role that the Dead Soldiers Station played in
the Warriors Den.

Each of these stations was a costly investment in terms of both manpower and resources, and security was therefore deemed of
utmost importance.
Fortunately for Jarvis, the strength of these cavalry guards was relatively weak, with an overall combat power rating of only five
to eight stars.
Given his own formidable skills, he was confident that he could easily blend in without attracting any unwanted attention.
Unlike Charlie, who had fortuitously stumbled upon the “Apocalyptic Book” and swiftly mastered the Aura, Jarvis had diligently
cultivated his skills, gradually advancing from being a warrior in the Light Realm to the Dark Realm, Transformation Realm, and
finally the Master Realm.
It was only upon reaching the Master level that he had truly mastered the Aura.
While his control over the Aura was still rudimentary, his combat abilities and experience were formidable.
A martial artist who could advance to the Master level through sheer hard work was undoubtedly a martial arts genius, one who
dedicated himself to his craft year-round, surpassing the limitations of ordinary people.
Such an individual could sometimes become arrogant and dismissive of modern technology.
Confronted by the copper mine, along with its commissioner, cavalry guards, and dead soldiers, Jarvis felt an unparalleled sense
of superiority.
He regarded the people there, even the powerful Commissioner Zyron, as mere Dark Realm warriors who were not even worthy
of carrying his shoes.
Given this attitude, he deemed it almost impossible for him to face any significant risks in this place.
Unbeknownst to Jarvis, Charlie had foregone the traditional approach of using control weapons to handle a martial arts prodigy
like him.
Instead, he had loaded and powered up three close-in defense guns, poised to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent at a
moment’s notice.
Jarvis took a deep breath, and with a calm demeanor, he meticulously surveyed the surrounding area, searching for any sign of
others who might be covertly observing the copper mine.

However, after more than ten minutes of careful observation, he concluded that he was the only one outside the mine, and there
was no one else in the vicinity.
This led him to deduce that the mine was not being monitored by outsiders.
Yet, the real issue could lie within the mine itself.
With this in mind, Jarvis resolved to infiltrate the mine at once.
Prior to departing, Jarvis retrieved his mobile phone and sent a message to Victor, which read: [Brother, no abnormalities found
outside the copper mine.
I am ready to infiltrate, and you should issue a secret order to Zyron within ten minutes.]
Shortly thereafter, he received a brief reply from Victor: [Okay, brother!]
Despite his impressive martial arts abilities, Jarvis lacked any real understanding of technology.
If he had known more about the field, he would have realized that the reason why warriors did not reign supreme in this world
was due to the influence of cutting-edge technology, which diminished the relative significance of martial prowess.
He believed that everyone present was considerably weaker than him, and thus instinctively assumed that there was no one who
could pose a threat to him.
However, he never imagined that there were three formidable assassins positioned at the three commanding heights of the
copper mine who were more than capable of dealing with him.
In the wider world, no one was foolish enough to rely solely on close-in artillery to overpower their foes, just as no one would
think to use a main battle tank to rob a bank.
However, in this situation, the use of such weapons made perfect sense.
As Jarvis held his breath and rapidly and silently broke through the north wall of the copper mine, he remained oblivious to the
fact that Wesley’s computer screen had already issued an alarm when he was two hundred meters away from the wall.
Simultaneously, the servo motors of the three close-in anti-aircraft guns began rotating at high speed, and the muzzles of the
guns were continually adjusted in accordance with their respective predetermined strike positions as Jarvis moved.

In that moment, Jarvis suddenly felt something amiss, and his intuition gave rise to an unsettling sensation, as if many skilled
warriors were watching him from the shadows.
He couldn’t help but wonder, “What’s going on... Why do I feel so uneasy in my heart...”
However, the feeling quickly dissipated, and he dismissed it as mere paranoia.
Despite his fears, Jarvis reminded himself that he had already broken through to the Grand Master Realm, and was no longer a
mere warrior.
Given his immense strength, he believed that there were few opponents in the world who could match him.
As such, how could a mere Master pose any real threat to him in this place?
Unbeknownst to him, Wesley had already positioned his finger on the enter key of his computer, poised to trigger the three close-
in defense guns to attack Jarvis’s location and its immediate surroundings with lightning speed.
As Wesley sweated nervously, his Master Jackson stood anxiously behind him, urging him to act.
“Wesley, fire!” he exclaimed.
“This man moves so quickly, he must be one of the Four Great Marshals!”
However, Wesley hesitated.
“Master, I fear he may have companions.
We should exercise caution and wait until he enters the first-level security range before opening fire.”
Outside, Jarvis believed that he had successfully reached the wall undetected.
Using his reiki, he probed the area and detected that the nearest Cavalry Guard was stationed on the roof of a building
approximately 20 meters away.
While this distance wasn’t particularly far or close, he remained agile and was able to conceal his breath, making it unlikely that
he would be discovered.
Despite his overwhelming confidence, Jarvis couldn’t shake off the unease he felt as he looked up at the imposing wall.

His heart sank, and he experienced a sense of foreboding that he had never encountered before.
It was almost as if he were being watched by someone in secret.
This feeling was unusual, as he had never been afraid in his heart, even when he had rushed headlong into darkness with all his
might at a young age.
Yet, here he was, feeling inexplicable anxiety and fear twice in just a matter of seconds.
He couldn’t comprehend where this unease was coming from, and he temporarily attributed it to Zeba.
He cursed inwardly, “Damn Zeba, always disturbing me.
I’ll make you pay sooner or later!”
Without hesitation, Jarvis shook his head, refocused his attention on the towering wall before him, and agilely flipped over it to
land on the inner side.
Meanwhile, Wesley’s finger remained poised on the Enter key, as the system issued another early warning that the target had
entered the first-level alert range.
Furthermore, Wesley determined that there were no other targets within the second-level warning range, which led him to
conclude that there was only one individual present.
Observing the thermal imaging outline of the human body on his monitor, Wesley spoke lightly.
“Since you’re the only one, you can proceed alone.”
With that, the only sound that broke the unnerving silence in the room was a quiet clatter.