Chapter 17 Sherman Had Arrived!

Ivana's importance in Sherman's heart skyrocketed instantly. Because of this, he decided to personally take her home. After Jessica's betrayal, it was clear Ivana couldn't stay in the dorm anymore. She'd have to rent a place outside. "How about I go with you tomorrow to find a place to rent?" Sherman suggested while they were in the taxi. Ivana smiled sweetly. "No need. I own several properties near the school." Sherman was at a loss for words. He had underestimated her. The car was halfway to its destination when Sherman suddenly rolled down the window and glanced to his right. A white sedan was driving alongside them. Behind the wheel was a short-haired woman with a sharp and capable demeanor. With his keen eyesight, Sherman could tell this woman was no ordinary person, she had considerable strength. "Do you know her?" Sherman asked Ivana, pointing at the woman. She had been following them the entire way but hadn't shown any hint of hostility. Ivana leaned over, peering out the car window. Her eyes lit up instantly. "That's Mia! She's assigned to protect me. She had to leave for something a couple of days ago; otherwise, I wouldn't have ... " Sherman nodded. As long as she wasn't an enemy, that was all that mattered. The woman called Mia turned her head slightly, locking eyes with Sherman for a brief moment. Her eyes were sharp and predatory, like a leopard's, radiating an air of danger. But the intensity faded just as quickly as it appeared. She shifted her gaze away and continued driving. Ivana's home was located in one of the most luxurious villa areas in Riverton, sprawling across an area comparable to ten football fields. There were 20 security guards stationed at the entrance alone, it was extremely extravagant. Sherman glanced up and nodded. The geomancy of this villa area was exceptional, perfectly designed to gather and concentrate fortune and energy from all directions at all times. The people living here, even the security guards, carried an air of elegance. Over the years, Sherman had studied not only medicine and martial arts under his master but also subjects like geomancy, divination, and various other unconventional arts. He had become quite the all-rounder. Ivana stepped out of the car and gave Sherman a playful, yet endearing wink. "Sherman, why don't you come in for a bit?" "No, I've got something to take care of. Next time." It was already 9:30 p.m., and he couldn't keep the Zimmermans waiting any longer. "Alright, but be careful," Ivana said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She waved at Sherman as he left. He nodded and motioned for the driver to leave the area. ... The Zimmerman Residence was brightly lit, bustling with activity tonight. The perimeter of the entire estate was guarded by over a hundred security personnel, all well-built and armed with iron rods, patrolling the grounds continuously. Inside the residence, there were similarly many strong men. Some even carried compact crossbows, that could fire three arrows in a single shot, with immense lethal power. In the living room, the Zimmermans' three generations were seated in order—Chadwick, Julius, and Frank, from top to bottom. In addition, there were two unfamiliar faces in the hall. The two men were dressed alike, with calloused hands and piercing gazes that no ordinary person would dare to meet. Chadwick, with his white hair, chuckled and said to the two of them, "Thank you both for coming out tonight. You'll be well paid after this is all over." Both of them shook their heads, saying it was nothing. Julius also smiled and added, "I've heard that Logan and Hugo's Iron Sand Palm techniques have reached an incredibly advanced level. With a single strike, they could take down a bull instantly. "With you two here, anyone foolish enough to come tonight will be dead meat." Frank chimed in, "Absolutely. Both of you are at Peak Martial Level 3, and any moment now, and it's only a matter of time before you reach a higher level. Once you do, all of Riverton will look up to you." Right now, the strongest person in Riverton is Jack Summers, a level 4 martial artist in the early stages. But if these two achieved a breakthrough and fought together, Jack wouldn't stand a chance. A cold glint appeared in Chadwick's eyes. "That brat, Sherman, is ridiculously arrogant. He actually had the nerve to threaten to destroy my entire family! "Even if he's got some skill, he's still just a teenager. How strong could he be? If he doesn't show up, fine. But if he dares to, today will be the day he dies!" Frank sneered viciously, "If he dares to show up, I'll throw him in a dog cage and let the dozen or so Tibetan mastiffs I've raised tear him apart, to ease my anger!" Logan sipped his tea with a look of disdain. "He's just a teenager. You're all overreacting. He was only trying to save face by talking big earlier. "Do you really think he'd come here alone? Not even in his wildest dreams, he wouldn't dare!" Hugo laughed loudly. "Logan's right. This time, Old Mr. Zimmerman, you've wasted over ten million just to hire us two brothers." This was the power of martial artists. Especially for someone like Logan Goldin and Hugo Goldin, who, when working together, could temporarily hold their own against a level 4 martial artist. Their services came at a much higher price. Just as Chadwick was about to speak, a loud explosion suddenly erupted outside. Chaos erupted outside as many of the security guards rushed out immediately. Frank sneered. "He really dares to show up. He must have a death wish. Let's see how he gets beaten to a pulp by the guards." They had made plenty of preparations for tonight. The biggest concern, however, was that the Summers might intervene. Just the combined security forces from both the outer and inner courtyards numbered over 200. With such a large number of guards, even a level 3 martial artist wouldn't dare charge recklessly. Frank held a remote control in his hand and pressed a button. The large CCTV screen in the hall flickered to life, showing the scene outside. Sherman had arrived. He was dressed in an ordinary sportswear. He had a handsome face, just like a boy next door. No one could have predicted that this seemingly harmless young man possessed enough power to wipe out an entire mid-sized city. Sherman's photo had already been passed around among the security guards, and as soon as they saw him arrive, they quickly surrounded him. Each of them swung their iron rods, their expressions twisted with malice. Sherman scanned them with a cold, indifferent gaze and said, "Step aside. You're just ordinary people. I don't want to hurt any of you." As a Level 9 martial artist, if he had chosen to join the military, he could easily be a general by now. Fighting ordinary people would be beneath him. A man with a buzz cut sneered upon hearing this. "You're too cocky, kid. Do you even know where you are? You think you can act recklessly here?" Another man swung his iron rod at Sherman's head. "Here's your chance to save your life. Get down and beg for mercy, call us 'Dad,' and we'll let you go!" They were confident in their numbers and didn't believe Sherman could cause any trouble.