"After five long years—I can finally bathe in the sunshine of Jemiles City again."

As the heavy doors of Jemiles City Penitentiary slowly opened, out walked a buzz-cut Elmore Teague with a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. With the blazing sun shining on his body, he slowly squinted his eyes, seemingly reveling in it.

No sooner had he finished speaking that more than a dozen luxury cars parked in front of the penitentiary gate opened their doors at the same time. A middle-aged man in a suit, surrounded by strong men in black, walked toward Elmore. "Excuse me... are you the Holy Saint of the Southern Ridge, Mr. Elmore Teague?"

Elmore sized up the middle-aged man and said with a poker face, "Are you from the Saunders family?"

Surprised, the man nodded and bowed to Elmore and said, "Yes! I am Adam Saunders, who has contacted your subordinates before. We were supposed to treat my brother's illness today—"

"I have an appointment to get to for now. Let's talk later!"

Waving his hand, Elmore walked past Adam.

Adam was stunned on the spot. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end, did not continue to pursue the matter.

The young man behind him looked confused and dissatisfied. "Dad! Does he really have the ability to save Uncle? He looks rather young, but he really knows how to put on an act. He's giving off that charlatan vibe, I'm telling you!"

Elmore had already taken a few steps forward when he suddenly stopped, but he did not turn around.

Adam turned pale in an instant. Without much thought, he jumped up and slapped his son. 

The force caused the son to stagger a few steps and flop onto the ground. His face was swollen and there was a clear palm print on it. "B*stard! What the f*ck did you just say to the Holy Saint? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

In the face of Adam's anger, the young man covered his face with his hands, looking even more confused than before.

Elmore then slowly turned around and gave the young man a strange smile.

"Seeing as I have just been released today, I'm in a good mood. I'll consider sparing you."

Elmore looked at the young man and lowered his voice, "If you were in the Southern Ridge, your body would have already turned cold as we speak." After that, Elmore did not stay any longer and walked toward the depths of the alley.

Only then did the young man come to his senses and cried at his father, "Dad! You've never laid a hand on me ever since I was young! Why did you hit me just now?"

"I'm f*cking trying to save your life!"

Adam looked in the direction of Elmore's departure with a strong sense of fear in his eyes. "Everyone in the Southern Ridge knows him. Wherever he goes, everyone is afraid of him. People call him the Double-sided Holy Saint!"

"The name originated from him having the duality of saint and devil!"

On the other side, Elmore had already gotten in the car heading home.

Five years ago, Adam's TG Medicine had been framed by the five big families in Jemiles City, causing TG Medicine, which had been running for hundreds of years to go bankrupt. It was also then that Elmore had been shipped off to the penitentiary on the charge of producing fake drugs.

But no one knew that Elmore, who had been regarded as a cripple, had been taken away by a mysterious man a week after he was thrown into the penitentiary. The mysterious man took him to the battlefield of the Southern Ridge, a primitive world without peace and only a bloody massacre. In five years, Elmore had not only learned incredible medical skills from the mysterious man but had also become a god on the battlefield—a Double-sided Holy Saint!

Holding the Holy Saint flag in his hand, Elmore received the worship of tens of thousands of soldiers!

Over the past five years, Elmore suppressed the Southern Ridge as easily as crushing dry weeds. Wherever the Holy Saint flag was located, no one dared to offend him! As he harkened back to his past, Elmore finally arrived at his doorstep.

Due to the bankruptcy of the company, his father, William Teague, could only move to an old house that was less than 30 square meters with his mother and sister. Elmore, as he reminisced the past, was stirred up with roiling emotions.

Elmore's only regret in the past five years was that he had not had the chance to go home to visit when he had been subduing the Southern Ridge. However, before he could sort out his mood, he heard a heartbreaking cry coming from the room. He could tell that it was his mother's voice!

Elmore rushed into the room and froze in an instant!

The whole room was in a mess as if it had just been robbed, and the figure that Elmore had missed for five years was kneeling on the ground!

Dahlia Louise's clothes had been washed white and even had patches on them. With her hair disheveled, she knelt on the ground and wailed. Looking at her mother's miserable figure, Elmore, who had not shed a tear for five years in the Southern Ridge, had his eyes blurred by tears.

Dahlia used to be the graceful and noble lady who had always been at the center of attention wherever she went.

Yet, the lady before him at that moment was all skin and bones, her sallow face coarse with wrinkles, and her hands dotted with frostbite scars. She looked even more miserable than a beggar.

What pained Elmore even more was that there was a man lying next to Dahlia, who had been badly mutilated and had stopped breathing. Not an inch of flesh on the man had been spared from the torture. His fingers and toes were full of steel needles, and his limbs had been completely broken. On the ground, he was no different than mud. 

It was not difficult to see what kind of inhumane torture this man had gone through!

Even if the man were now a lump of meat, Elmore would still recognize his father! The sound of Elmore rushing in had also attracted Dahlia's attention.

However, her initial reaction turned from surprise to shock!

It was not until she realized that the visitor was none other than her son that she collapsed on the ground.

"Mom!"

No matter how strong Elmore was, his eyes couldn't help but turn red when he saw such a scene. "What happened to my father?"

Dahlia cried again and suddenly hugged Elmore tightly. She didn't even have time to enjoy the joy of seeing her son again after five years. "Elmore! What took you so long? Your father... your father is gone!"

Elmore's body trembled, almost losing his balance.

Dahlia's body was racked with sobs. "Eliana has been kidnapped! Elmore! Our home... is falling apart!"

Elmore didn't expect to be greeted with two bad news before he could feel the warmth of home.

"Who did it?!" For a moment, Elmore's eyes flashed with anger.

"It-it's Rebecca Lanes!" Fear crossed Dahlia's eyes, which soon turned into anger as she shouted hysterically, "It's that fiancee of yours, Rebecca Lanes!"

Upon hearing that name, he seemed to be petrified and froze on the spot.