Lying on a bed was a 17-year-old boy; his name is Amon Tang. Amon is a handsome young man with a firm and muscular body. At that moment, he was lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

"I already brought Elijah to the Smith family, but you want me to bring another child?" Maicon Ferreira was irritated by this endless harassment. What school would easily accept a student like Amon?

"I wanted to be with Elijah back then and now you are pushing Amon to me just because you don't want him?" By the way she sounds, Sonia Tang was clearly uncomfortable.

They fought tirelessly for custody of Elijah when they filed for divorce. In the end, Elijah wanted to follow his father and the case was finally closed.

Back then, nobody wanted Amon. The two gave up his custody and didn't care for him in the end.

The Tang grandparents felt sorry for Amon. So they looked after him for 11 years.

"Sonia, my love." Julius Queiroz said with a friendly smile as he held the woman's hand: "I don't mind letting your son live in our house. You accepted my two daughters, the least I can do is return the favor."

"But..."

"No, buts!" Julius continued to smile: "He's alone now; his grandparents disappear in a fire. He needs his mother more than ever before."

Maicon was relieved to hear this. "That's nice; I'm going now." He didn't even want to wait for his son to regain consciousness. His current wife had ordered him not to take Amon back.

Afraid that they would change their minds, Maicon Ferreira left as quickly as he could.

'That useless man!' Sonia cursed in her mind, but she was also a mother. And, as much as she was afraid Amon would cause trouble, she still had feelings for him.

*

Their car was downstairs. A blue BMW with a number plate and Platinum Continent letters.

After Amon woke up, he didn't speak a word. He carried the air of a thug from head to toe and Sonia wasn't sure if he would be able to behave.

After dealing with the doctor, Julius and Sonia took Amon directly to their home.

"Now that my parents..." Sonia hesitated as she reached the front of the house and said looking at Amon: "Now that you're going to start living with us, you need to behave; it can't be like before with all your violence."

Amon just nodded. Sonia didn't know if he was actually listening to her or not.

Getting out of the car, Sonia said: "There's a guest room here, you can use it for now."

She turned her head first and led the way. Julius patted Amon on the shoulder and didn't seem to fear him; he even smiled gently as he looked at Amon. "Come on, this will be your home too."

"Okay." Amon nodded. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked, following the couple.

There was nothing surprising about the house, it wasn't a small one and it was made of white wood, two stories high.

"Love, I'm going to pick up Julia and Maísa from school. You can go show Amon the room." Kissing Sonia's face, Julius left after opening the door of the house.

On the second floor, Sonia led the way and Amon followed. Since his grandparents' house caught fire, he had no luggage. Opening the bedroom door at the end of the second floor hallway on the left revealed the guest room. It wasn't small, reasonably sized, with a double bed and an empty closet with some other furniture. Flipping the switch, the light from the bedroom chandelier came on.

"Rest first. If you need anything, just call me; I'll be downstairs." Sonia said a few more things before heading down to the kitchen.

After she left, Amon Tang locked the door.

His expression was cold. His hands were clenched tight to the point where red liquid was dripping out underneath his fingers since he was squeezing so hard his nails dug into his palms. Amon had trouble controlling his anger, and if he didn't release it, it was hard for him to get back to normal.

Going to the bed, he sat up as he snorted; it was like he had turned into a bull, breathing heavily and snorting nonstop. Even now his hands were still tightly closed and he didn't even care about the pain.

If it was before, maybe he would have already broken everything inside the room, but he wasn't impulsive this time.

At 6:30 pm. Someone knocked on the door.

"Amon, Julius has returned and wants you to meet and get acquainted with Julia and Maísa. They're both downstairs and want to see you." Sonia's voice echoed.

Downstairs, Julia was whispering to Maisa.

When they saw Amon come down the stairs, the two girls were a little surprised. Amon is 185 cm tall and has a strong body, his face was handsome with honey-colored eyes. His eyes contained a dangerous look, and the way he walked made him look like a delinquent.

Maisa had to admit that, of all the people she had met in her life, no man had a look as penetrating as Amon's.

Amon had both hands in his pants pocket as he walked over and sat down in front of the two girls. Julius and Sonia sat beside the two. Sonia, despite being Amon's mother, was afraid of him; just his gaze made her want to look away and not turn back.

"I am Amon Tang." The indifference in his voice was so cold it made them shiver.

Julius thought he was only being like this because he was defensive about losing his grandparents and smiled: "These two are my daughters, Maísa and Julia. I hope you all get along well. They are the same age as you."

"Humph!" Maisa snorted and looked away. She thought Amon was being too arrogant.

"I'm Julia." She said with a giggle, "Don't worry about my sister, she's in a bad mood."

While Julia had big breasts and a slender body, Maísa was almost as flat as an airport runway, but she had more ass than Julia and they both had dark purple hair and greenish-brown eyes.

The two girls were beautiful, the most popular in school in fact, and rarely had a falling out despite their personalities being so different.

"It's fine." Amon had a sharp look in his eyes as he gave a simple answer.

"Err. I made dinner." Sonia, who was restless, said with a forced smile: "Why don't we all eat first?"

"I'm not hungry, I want to sleep." Amon's tone was cool and calm, sending shivers down Sonia's spine.

"O-Okay, you can go." Sonia stuttered. She didn't know why she was so afraid of this son of hers: "If you get hungry, let me know; I'll heat up the food for you."

Maisa looked at Amon with an extreme sense of ridicule as she casually crossed her legs over on the other side. In the silence, she seemed to be insinuating: Aren't you acting too arrogant?

At the dinner table.

"Mom, does he go to the same school as us?" Maísa asked, feigning disinterest: "By the way, what year is he in?"

"Err..." Sonia felt ashamed to answer. With a sigh, she said sheepishly, "He was homeschooled, taught by his grandparents."

"Ohh..." Maisa didn't expect that; she wanted to laugh but held back.

"Mom, what level of genetics is he at?" Now it was Julia who asked. She sensed that the mood was getting weird and wanted to change the subject.

"I haven't had a chance to ask that question yet, so I don't know either." Sonia has not had a chance to broach this subject and, as their lineage wasn't very good while also not having many resources in the village where Amon's grandparents were, she didn't have much hope.

*

In the bedroom, Amon took his hands out of his pockets and oddly enough, the nail marks and the red liquid that dripped from them were gone.

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The texts appear on Amon's retina.

Despite the fact that he hadn't seen it happen for a while he ignored it, Amon lay down on the bed as he controlled his breathing. For a long time he was taught by his grandparents, and now he wasn't so impulsive as to let himself get out of control so easily.

But that didn't mean it was easy for him to control his fury. His slightly raised eyebrows had the arrogance of a young man and, on closer inspection, there even appeared to be some cruelty.

At age 5, Amon had unlocked the fury gene. Since then, he had extremely violent behavior and could hardly control himself. This was also the main reason his parents didn't want to take custody of him and why he was pushed to his grandparents.