"Luan, where am I going to sleep and can I continue to go to school?" Cristina, who had come back from the bathroom, asked these questions as soon as she calmed down and started to think things over.

"There is a spare room that is used by a friend of mine, but she is not coming today. As for the school, I live in Jurerê International and I was thinking about transferring you to a school there. What do you think?" Luan asked for her opinion. ​​

"Okay then, but are you fine with doing all this for me? I mean, if I'm a sacrifice that will increase my sister's powers, I'm sure the clan's people will come after me. After all, my father is the patriarch's son and my sister is already considered a flame control genius." Cristina was a little uneasy when asking this question, she could only imagine the risks that Luan would go through just by bringing her under his protection.

"You don't have to worry about it too much. They cannot do anything against me and I have my means of discovering a lot of information from the Zing Clan." Luan, who had a laptop placed on his lap, called her over to see what was appearing on the screen. "Look at this: I have a lot of criminal records and information about the Zing Clan. As much as they are 'powerful', they cannot go against the law. They can dodge some bullets so to speak, but not a spray of bullets."

On the screen, there were recordings of many conversations, even a video of one of the sacrifices that happened. If these things went public, the Zing Clan would be over.

"So, do you intend to expose them?" Cristina asked. She was even more sure when she saw a video of a boy who turned 15 being killed on video.

"I have to say that they are very foolish to keep their actions on record, but I also have to agree that their level of security was good," Luan said, "Although they may be arrested for this, they can still escape prosecution, especially the strongest among them. Therefore, I will not exhibit this now, since I'm still not strong enough yet. But after two months we can both have this conversation again."

"Why after two months?" Cristina asked, confused.

"Remember I said I was going to train you? By then, you will be strong enough to be able to protect yourself from any accident and I will also be strong enough not to let something bad happen to you or my family," Luan explained. He was aware that if he were to act extreme now, he could end up hurting someone he loves. For this reason, he would not do something without thinking straight. He was, after all, someone who went through several situations and determined that of the choices he had, the best route was to strengthen first and then attack.

*

At that very moment, the Zing Clan received an email amid a discussion on how to recover Cristina Orland. However, when the Patriarch saw the email, he felt his legs go limp, and fear and anger crept onto his face.

Narfi Orland, the father of Cristina Orland, was a 179 cm tall man and had red hair. He peered at his father's laptop screen and also saw the message that had all the information about what their clan was doing illegally. Together, there was a warning for them to leave Cristina alone and not try to go after her, otherwise, everything would be exposed.

"Dad, do you believe it could be someone from her real mother's family?" Narfi asked, stuttering.

"How could it be? I'm sure her entire family was wiped out by us..." Unnur, Patriarch of the Zing Clan and Narfi's father said with uncertainty, "But it may be that some relative of that woman lived in another country and came back to receive the news of the extermination of the family, and apparently he is someone powerful, since with just one punch he broke the arm of one of our guards."

"Damn it! That damned dead woman is still causing trouble!" Narin Orland's wife Tinna cursed. She hated Cristina Orland's real mother and had killed her with her own hands, overjoyed that the daughter of that damn woman was going to be nutritious for her beloved daughter's development.

"Calm down!" Patriarch Unnur managed to calm the room down a little and said out loud, "Let's do what he said; let's not go after Cristina without knowing exactly who we're dealing with... We have to get as much information on him as possible!"

"Yes!" The people of the Zing Clan who knew how serious this situation was nodded in unison.

'Just wait, you bitch! You won't escape; I need you in order to get stronger!' Halldora, Cristina Orland's older sister, cursed strongly in her mind.

*

- Florianópolis International Airport - Hercílio Luz -

"Where does the Young Master want to go first?" A man wearing a black suit and sunglasses asked politely.

Wagner Hamibo, heir to Hamibo Corp, wrinkled his nose and said sarcastically, "First, let's go out and go to the hotel. Then… Well, I want to pay a visit to my good old friend, Luan."

Wagner was 180 cm tall with shoulder-length black hair with hints of dark brown. He wore black designer clothes.

"Yes, Young Master, the car is already prepared waiting for the Young Master," the man in the black suit and sunglasses, said politely.

*

In the suite, Luan and Cristina spent most of the rest of the time talking. Cristina was completely surprised that in addition to being a very strong and wealthy person, Luan was able to hack the Zing Clan which had strong security.

"You are hungry?" Luan looked at her.

"I-"

* Gurgle~*

Before Cristina Orland could finish the sentence, her stomach growls made her face turn red.

"Wait a minute; I'll cook something for us to eat." Luan got up and walked towards the kitchen. Wearing a blue apron, he started cooking.

Cristina felt uneasy; she was not used to other people serving something to her. If she wanted to eat, she had to prepare it herself. She even thought there was something wrong in this situation and wanted to tell Luan that she was going to do it, but she was not confident of making something that would be able to satisfy someone else's taste.

Minutes later, Luan returned with his preparations: rice, fried egg, Milanese meat, and mashed potatoes.

"Since you're hungry, I did something quickly," Luan said as he placed the pots on the dining table.

"For me, this is a luxury," said Cristina. She could only make things like rice and dried meat, sometimes boiled or fried eggs, but the few times that she ate meat in her lifetime she could count on her fingers.

"Come, sit down and you can eat as much as you want. If you need more, I will prepare more," Luan told her, gently.

Cristina was happy in her heart because of the kindness that Luan had shown her, "Thank you, this is more than enough."

She was unceremonious as she started adding rice and a small piece of meat and a fried egg to her plate.

"Do you not like mashed potatoes? And you can take more meat; there's a lot," said Luan, motioning that she need not be shy.

"... Thanks." Cristina took a deep breath and took another piece of meat that was slightly larger than the previous one and also took some mashed potatoes.

Luan was kind enough to take the glass cups and fill them with grape juice. "If you are thirsty, you can feel free."

Cristina waved and thanked him again, "Thank you."

After carefully holding the fork in her right hand and the knife in her left hand, Cristina cut a piece of meat and ate it with some rice and mashed potatoes, leading her to another surprise.

Without her noticing, tears streamed from her eyes. The food in her mouth was as soft as cotton, however, unlike cotton, the softness had an elasticity to it. Just from the texture alone, she felt a spectacular sensation in her mouth!

"Is it bad? Why are you crying?" Luan asked, carefully.

She stammered, swallowing her food so she wouldn't choke, "No... It's very good. However, I've never eaten anything this good before. I don't know what happened, but my tears started to fall on their own. I'm sorry."

"I am relieved that it was to your liking, moreover, you need not apologize for that." Luan smiled gently and handed her a washcloth. "Here, use this."

"Thanks." Nodding, she took the washcloth and used it to wipe away her tears. Taking a few deep breaths, Cristina glanced at Luan, surprised that he was such a good cook.

What she didn't know was that Luan was just an above-average cook - she just wasn't used to eating good food.

Then Cristina opened her mouth and took the glass of grape juice and took a small sip.

The meal was just rice, mashed potatoes, Milanese steak, and fried eggs, but it allowed Cristina to feel like she had eaten a sumptuous and extravagant meal. In addition to the wonderful taste, a feeling of satisfaction and happiness appeared inside her. This in turn relieved her sadness and helped her feel much better.

Neither of them rushed dinner and finally finished after 25 minutes.

"Wait here. I'll go out and be right back," Luan told her. For anything else the girl might need, Luan figured in going out to buy some things again tomorrow when Ingrid had returned.

"Here are some clothes." Luan handed the bag to Cristina.

Cristina held the bag, surprised. She didn't expect him to go out and buy her clothes, "Thank you."

"Of course," Luan nodded and said, "You can use the bathroom to bathe. There are towels in the closet and among those clothes, there are pajamas that you can use to sleep. Tomorrow I will start with your training, okay?"

"Yes!" Cristina nodded excitedly.

*

The next morning, it was March 1, 2010. Ingrid arrived early at the Dallas Hotel and felt strange due to the pitying looks Samantha the receptionist was giving her.

When she reached the door to the suite, she rang the bell. Luan opened the door and Ingrid entered. What she beheld in the living room left her petrified.

"Luan... Who is this girl?"

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- Drop some power stone, please

{Edited by: Azurtha}