Chapter 246

Chapter 0246

A fighter jet?!

Down in the bowels of the ship, the thug known as Viper was struck with terror. His eyes locked onto Amber with a chilling gleam

in his gaze.

He had not expected Miss Chesire to be so formidable. To think they sent a fighter jet to rescue her!

“Think you can whisk away our prize? In your dreams!”

He buckled his belt and yanked Amber to her feet. With Eagle by his side, they dragged her up to the deck, shouting to the

others, “Arm up, boys! Don’t be scared, we've got ourselves a bargaining chip!”

The whole boat erupted into chaos as every last crook. Cooks, laborers, and sailors rushed to the deck, ready for a showdown.

Over 20 men, all loyal to Briscoe, charged onto the deck in a frenzied rush, brandishing guns and machetes.

They were the epitome of outlaws.

Under Briscoe, they committed acts of murder, arson, smuggling, kidnapping, and trafficking-each one a pirate who laughed in

the face of death.

“Temple Lord!”

Under the shroud of night, a sleek fighter jet circled the fishing boat. A security officer peered down worriedly. ”

They've got Miss Chesire as a hostage. We can't just barge in!”

Alexander’s gaze intensified. He stood at the jet’s hatch, his eyes locked on the boat below, on Amber, and on

those armed to the teeth. A fierce resolve to end that flickered in his eyes.

They made a big mistake in thinking they could use Amber as a pawn.

“Alex...” On the boat’s deck, Amber's face was ghostly white as she looked up at the jet, her tears cascading down like a string

of pearls snapping.

She could not make out Alexander from that distance, but she knew without a doubt that her husband, the

man who never failed her, was up there.

“Amber...”

Their eyes connected despite the distance. Without a second thought, Alexander jumped from the jet, hundreds of meters up in

the sky.

He was a human meteor, hurtling down with a visible aura of energy and rings of air blasting from his feet to break his fall.

It was a sight to behold.

The mighty Lord of War, the Temple Lord, had returned after six years to show the world his power once more!

“What in the world is that?!”

Shock painted the faces of the twenty-odd pirates on the ship’s deck as they stared at the figure plummeting from the heavens,

their minds struggling to comprehend the sight.

Could that even be a human, diving straight from a plane?

Even with the ocean’s embrace to soften the fall, a leap from such dizzying heights would surely end in a body shattered and

organs ruptured on impact.

“Alex!”

Amber’s cries were muffled by the tape over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She could not make out the figure

clearly, but her heart knew-it had to be Alexander!

The wind screamed past.

The sea breeze battered Alexander as he fell from the sky, hundreds of meters up, the sea rushing up to meet him. Just before

the crash, his feet slammed down hard.

Athunderous ‘boom’ echoed as an immense force exploded beneath Alexander’s feet, his touch on the water’s surface as

fleeting as a ghost, sending a ring-shaped wave sprawling out for meters.

He was playing with physics, turning a deadly plummet into a graceful dance. Then he was off, sprinting across the sea’s

surface, waves erupting with each step as he charged toward Amber's fishing boat.

“The Temple Lord is a force of nature!”

“The Temple Lord stands alone at the top!”

Above, the soldiers on the jet roared their praises, their voices filled with adrenaline.

That was the essence of power, the mark of a true titan.

That was the might of the War Temple’s Lord, a legend that echoed across the world, unrivaled and supreme.

“Alex... Alex!”

Amber stood on the fishing boat’s deck, her gaze locked on the distant figure skimming across the ocean’s surface. The face she

knew so well belonged to the man who meant everything to her, and her heart raced with a mix of fear and elation.

It was Alexander, her Alexander, racing to her rescue!