Mosiah said, “Are you hinting at me to not kill you? Fine, I’ll believe you for now.” Then, he took a step forward. The step felt light and weightless but when his foot touched the ground, his body leaned forward and along with the motion, he threw himself at Draco. Like a flying bullet, Mosiah moved at extreme speed. In just a split second, he appeared before Draco with a straightforward punch. His punch was faster than his body, creating a sonic boom in the air. From the center of his fist, an invisible vortex formed, tearing the air around it fiercely. If the punch landed, it could easily blast an ordinary man into pieces. “Hmm?” Draco curled his lips in surprise. Although he thought Mosiah was quite cocky, he had to admit that the man was the real deal and not just an empty show-off. At the same time, Draco put his foot forward and tipped against the ground. Using the slight momentum from his foot, his body shifted to the left right before Mosiah’s punch cou
Bang! Mosiah’s body, covered in blood, crashed on the ground. The point of impact left a massive crater behind and the cracks further extended outward. “Aaargh!” Under everyone’s horrified gaze, including Gunter, Mosiah groaned in pain. His arm literally exploded into bits and pieces. His body was badly damaged like a boulder hit him right in the chest. Blood spread across his body, resembling a web of cracks on his face and torso. “Mosiah!” Gunter growled loudly. His most valuable man was beaten up with just one punch, leaving the arm torn and his body badly damaged. The pain must be excruciating and it was not something an ordinary man could handle. Even Mosiah, a seasoned veteran who had seen life and death on the battlefield, could not do anything else but groan in pain like an ordinary person. “Your body is badly damaged. Even if you can survive this, you will be crippled. Why don’t I end your misery?” Draco said as he strolled over to Mosiah. “Kill me!”
“This is over! It’s over!” As the gangsters and killers surrendered, the other Powell family members were horrified. Their hands and feet turned cold and their faces turned ashen. No matter how stupid they were, they finally realized this whole thing was a trap set specifically for them. It was to wipe out the entire Powell family and its branches at one go. They were the stupid ones who stepped into the trap willingly. “No! Fuck!” Gunter shouted at the top of his lungs, his expression ferocious. His Three Great Legati were killed. The other men whom he brought from Glowmoss were targeted and wiped out. Almost ten thousand gangsters and killers were either killed or surrendered. It was not exaggerating to say that Gunter had lost everything. He had nothing left but himself and it was all because of Kaze. The live-in husband and son-in-law whom everyone looked down upon was a master hunter, pretending to be the prey to lure them in. When Gunter realized it, it w
“Bro, that old bastard is calling for help!” Conan spotted Gunter talking on his phone and quickly reported it to Kaze. Kaze raised his hand and smirked. “It’s fine. Let him call whoever he wants. We are done with the appetizer, let’s move on to the main course.” Eliminating Zion Mercenaries in Arcadia was Kaze’s true goal. If it was just to deal with some gangsters and killers, he would not have requested the Dragon’s Edge and the Battle Dragon Troops to be involved. Therefore, he simply turned a blind eye to Gunter calling for help and continued to ‘cleanse’ the battlefield. “On your knees!” “Put the gun away and let me see your hands!” The soldiers quickly suppressed and subdued the remaining nine thousand surviving gangsters and killers, forcing them to raise their hands in the air. There were almost ten thousand of them but only a few hundred died, less than one percent of the number. Yet one percent was all it needed for the army of gangsters to surrender, whi
Zion Mercenaries adopted the foreign legion’s system. The mercenaries would only take commands from their direct superior. Even though Gunter was the chief instructor, the mercenaries only complied with Ezekiel's commands. Therefore, when Gunter saw Ezekiel, he made his best offer, attempting to coax his nephew. He did whatever he could to maximize the chances of him escaping alive. Looking at his uncle who looked horrified and clutched to him as if he was a lifeline, Ezekiel was slightly disappointed. His uncle had lost it. The man was no longer the chief instructor who ruled with an iron fist. However, no matter what became of Gunter, Ezekiel was determined to take him away. His uncle could help him take control of the Powell family and he could inherit the connections and resources of the Glowmoss military. He nodded at Gunter and then went over to Kaze. “Hold it right there!” the captain of Dragon’s Edge bellowed. Ezekiel stopped several meters away from Kaze. H
If Kaze had the confidence to say it, then it meant that he was prepared to take out Zion Mercenaries. Otherwise, he would not be so calm and composed as if he had already won. “Kaze Lee, you can’t!” Morgana, the governor, shouted, “They are foreign visitors who came to our country via legitimate means. Some of them are security guards, some of them work for big companies, and some even work for foreign trust funds! “If you go after them, it will cause a series of diplomatic problems! The other countries will never let this go!” She was right. It was almost impossible for so many foreign visitors to stay in Arcadia without legitimate means, or else they would have to live like rats in the sewer without a life. Therefore, the mercenaries were safe as the authorities, or Kaze in this case, had no valid reasons to kill them, at least openly. The way Morgana called the mercenaries foreign visitors and talked about Arcadia being pressured by other countries made Kaze sick.
Maximizing profit and gains was the way of the mercenaries. After Ezekiel clearly expressed the intention of working together to earn money, what other reasons did Kaze have to move against them? It would do Kaze no good at all. “Well then, Mr. Lee, can we leave?” Ezekiel asked with a smile. Kaze emotionlessly answered, “No.” “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Lee?” Ezekiel’s confident smile froze. He looked at Kaze with furrowed brows. Why would Kaze refuse to let them go? Ezekiel had made it clear, yet Kaze refused to cooperate. Kaze ignored Ezekiel’s question. He stood with his hands behind his back and said without looking back, “Draco, tell him. Do I, Kaze Lee, have the right to represent Arcadia to wage war against Glowmoss?” After the words escaped his mouth, Draco stepped forward and under everyone’s curious gaze, he removed his ridiculous sunglasses. The moment he showed his face, Gunter, Ezekiel, Morgana, Neegan, and everyone else was astonished. “D-Dra
With a look of doubt and grievance, the mercenary plunged to the ground, lifeless. It was shocking that Draco would fire the gun without saying a word. Everyone was horrified by the chief commander’s resolute action. “YOU!” Ezekiel’s expression turned ashen. He glared at Draco with anger and fear. Draco put his gun down and said coldly, “You want war right? Now you just got yourself a valid excuse. “I’ll give you a chance to call Glowmoss military and ask them whether they dare to declare war against the God of War!” A phone was tossed into Ezekiel’s hands. He got so nervous that he could barely catch it. He dared not make the call. He simply stared at Kaze and asked timidly, “Y-You are really the God of War?” It was not a question but a statement. Be it Draco or the Dragon’s Edge and the Battle Dragon Troops, all the soldiers looked at Kaze with utmost respect and admiration. It was like the men saw God in person and started worshiping him. On the other hand,
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju