Chapter 485 George Goes To Find Raven 

George had no interest in grooming others right now. He came to this world for one purpose only: to find his disciple. No one–nothing–mattered more than that. 

But if, after he found his disciple, Cassian proved willing to follow him back, George might consider taking him along as well. 

At that moment, Cassian had already made it outside the villa. He didn’t take the front gate. 

Before he’d been poisoned and injured, these guards wouldn’t have been an obstacle at all. Even charging in head–on, he could’ve taken them out in a breath. 

But now, though George’s medicine had restored some of his strength, he was far from his peak. 

Not far away, George observed silently. He intended to treat this ambush as a final test–to see whether Robert was truly worth saving. 

Then, in a blink, Cassian vanished from view and reappeared behind the guards, silent as shadow. 

There weren’t many people around the villa, and the men on watch had clearly grown complacent. Cassian moved so quickly that to them, it felt like no more than a passing breeze. 

“Did it just get colder?” one of the guards asked, glancing around casually. 

“Yeah, it was windy a second ago… weird,” another muttered, yawning as he moved toward the villa steps to sit and rest. 

But the moment he turned and heard a sharp snap. 

He didn’t even have time to scream before Cassian twisted his neck and dropped him where he stood. 

“What the hell?” one of the other guards shouted. Guns were drawn. Bullets flew. But amid the storm of gunfire, Cassian moved like mist–untouched. Within seconds, he disarmed the nearest man and seized his weapon. 

Even without the use of his starbrand, dulled by lingering toxins, Cassian had no trouble dispatching a few men with guns. 

Within five minutes, every guard at the door lay lifeless. 

Cassian dropped the gun, just as a wave of dizziness hit him. 

The burst of exertion had stirred the toxins in his blood. His steps faltered. His vision blurred. 

“That’s enough,” came a voice beside him, calm and cold. 

George had appeared without a sound. 

“The poison’s not fully gone,” he said. “You can’t afford to push yourself further.” 

Cassian’s performance had been acceptable. The test was over. 

But the commotion had drawn attention. Shouts rang out from inside the villa, and armed men poured out. 

“Who’s out there?!” 

The first one to rush out stopped dead at the sight of George and Cassian–and the bodies strewn across the yard. 

“Stop right there! Take another step and I’ll shoot!” 

He raised his weapon, aiming straight at George. 

And then, everyone screamed 

George walked straight through them, calm, unhurried. 

By the time he reached the front doors, not a single guard was left breathing. 

Cassian, still struggling to stay upright, watched in stunned silence. 

‘He’s strong, Cassian thought. ‘Incredibly strong.’ 

Even in his prime, even if Raven had fought alongside him–they might still have lost to this man. 

And yet… something about George’s movements felt eerily familiar. 

Some of those techniques–he’d seen them before. Raven had used them. 

‘Who is this man?‘ Cassian wondered, a frown beginning to form. 

Before he could sort through the rising questions, George walked out of the villa–dragging someone behind him. 

The once–loud villa was now deathly still. No vol 

And George wasn’t alone. 

Successfully unlocked! 

nce. 

In his hand, he gripped a young man–barely conscious, bloodied, barely breathing. 

The boy’s ear had been cut off. The wound was infected and raw. George carried him like one might carry a sack of rice, 

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and dropped him onto the stone bench in the courtyard. 

Normally, George wouldn’t waste time on someone caught up in a random kidnapping. But during his earlier test with Cassian, he had sensed something odd–this boy had resisted his captors using a technique George himself had once taught his disciple. 

“Who taught you that move?” George asked, without preamble. 

The youth forced his eyes open, struggling to breathe. “My… my brother.” 

George’s eyes narrowed. “Your brother’s name?” 

“Hugmuinn…” The word barely left his lips before he passed out cold. 

George frowned but didn’t move. The boy wouldn’t die–at least not yet. 

Still, George’s medicine was rare and precious. He wasn’t about to waste it on someone whose fate didn’t matter. 

Instead, he gave the kid a brief glance, then pulled out his phone and searched up Hugmuinn’s information. Within seconds, he had a location. 

Turning to Cassian, he said, “Go back. Take your medicinal soak. I’m taking him to find his brother.” 

Without waiting for a reply, George hoisted the unconscious youth back over his shoulder and began walking toward the hotel–toward Hugmuinn… and Raven. 

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