Close to twenty men surrounded Kaze. “Why do you have to put yourself in this situation, boy? Well, you asked for it.” The cocky leader blew a puff at Kaze’s face and reached out to slap his face. “Smack.” Kaze threw his fist at the leader’s face. Before the leader knew it, Kaze grabbed and twisted his wrist but not without stuffing the cigarette in his mouth. “Mgh!” With the cigarette burning the leader’s tongue, he cried out in agony. “Let go of Steel!” Livid, the other thugs swung their steel pipes at Kaze. “Whack!” Kaze kicked the leader in the head before charging into the crowd. A minute later, close to twenty men crumpled on the ground. The first few who surrounded Kaze suffered broken limbs. They looked at Kaze as if they had seen a ghost. These thugs often took advantage of the weak, demanding money from trucks that supplied stock to the factory. They met their match today. “If I find even a tiny scratch on the car when I get out, each one of
Members of Zion Mercenaries were war veterans. Many of them had witnessed the power of the God of War Blow on the battlefield. The lethal maneuver was etched in their minds. The foreign mercenaries recognized Kaze’s upbringing by the way he fought. Kaze’s proficiency in the God of War Blow meant he was an Arcadian soldier who had gone to war before. “Oh, you recognize the God of War Blow? Not bad. “It was meant to be called the Kill, and I specifically developed it to take down the five strongest nations on the battlefield.” Kaze drew close with a straight face and explained callously. “What? You developed the God of War Blow? “Are you from the God of War Palace?” the foreigner blurted, his eyes meeting Kaze’s in disbelief. As far as he knew, the Arcadian soldiers named the technique the God of War Blow because it was developed by the man himself. The God of War was a legend to pulverize the five strongest nations in the world. He was God-like. Yet, there he was
Darcy seemed fine. Kaze was relieved. Deborah sat across from Darcy and fiddled with the dagger in hand. She wanted Kaze to be there when she destroyed Darcy’s face. Hearing the footsteps in the back, she cocked her head back. “Mr. Skyfort, what’s the commotion out there… Kaze? “H-How did you get in?” Deborah’s jaw dropped. Kaze replied curtly, “I killed all of them to get here.” “Stop bluffing.” Deborah shuddered, skeptical that Kaze killed the mercenaries. However, Kaze gave off a dangerous vibe. Kaze drew close and said indifferently, “Try me. You’ll know whether I’m bluffing.” “What are you doing? Don’t get any closer.” Thrown into a panic, Deborah got up and ran to Darcy. She swung her dagger and said sternly, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll slice your wife’s face.” “Slash.” A glint of metal pierced Deborah’s palm, sending blood splattering. Deborah rammed into the wall behind her, her dagger clattering to the floor with a clang.“Argh!” Deborah was
Darcy noticed Kaze’s intention to stay and sort Deborah out. She said, “Deborah should be punished for what she has done, but don’t take things far. I don’t want anything to come back and bite you, honey.” In fact, Deborah was dead to Darcy after the incident today. However, Darcy did not want Kaze to get blood on his hands and risk the trouble. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” Kaze patted Darcy’s back with a smile. “Promise me that you won’t get yourself in trouble over someone who isn’t worth it, honey.” Darcy urged before leaving the room. Outside, she saw the dead bodies scattered on the ground. Chills crept up her spine. When she saw Kailan pinned dead to the wheelchair, her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Like Deborah, the dagger pierced through his body and stuck him to a hard surface. The only difference was that Kailan was dead. Darcy walked out of the factory with a pale face and saw a dozen thugs in security uniforms surrounding Kaze’s car
“You can’t kill me, Kaze,” Deborah screamed and cried. Fear gripped her when the realization struck that Kaze would kill her. “Slash.” A shrill sound pierced the air. Furrowing his brows, Kaze shifted to the side. “Thud!” The dagger whooshed through the air and stabbed into the wall, its handle wobbling from impact, where Kaze was standing earlier. “There you are, Godmother. Save me!” Lying on the ground, Deborah shouted in tears like she had seen her savior. Kaze cocked his head to face the door. An elegantly dressed woman, her face blank, entered the room with an entourage in tow. Seeing Mary Sue tend to her cautiously, Kaze realized who the woman was.It was Madam Hacks from Geranium City. Behind Madam Hacks were several burly, savage-looking foreigners. They gave off the same vibes as the foreign mercenaries who died at the hands of Kaze. However, these newcomers appeared stronger than the former ones. A foreigner with shoulder-length hair emerged fro
The dagger flashed as quick as lightning. Hurled from Kaze’s palm, the flickering blade shot straight for Christian’s face.“Damn it!” Christian scowled, taken aback by the sheer force of Kaze’s throw. His reflexes alarmed him to jump away, but his employer, Madam Hacks, was standing right behind him. If his employer was stabbed to death by the dagger, it was his and Zion Mercenaries’ reputation out the window. In desperation, Christian scooped Madam Hacks in the back, and they hurdled out of the way. “Slash!” The dagger raked across Christian’s shoulder, tearing away a huge chunk of flesh with its vicious scrape.“Ow…” Christian cried out in pain as his body slammed to the ground. Madam Hacks took the fall along with him. Madam Hacks, accustomed to a life of privilege, could not handle a rough landing like Christian.She felt as though a bus had run over her. “Ma’am!” Mary Sue rushed over in a panic. Amid the chaos, the group helped Madam Hacks and Christian
“That’s right.” Madam pulled herself together. She made a face before easing the tension on her facial muscles. She turned to Kaze and said solemnly, “I heard you can get through to Governor Loid Farland, Kaze. “If you get us a meeting with him and get Kingston out, we can forget our feuding. I promise to look the other way.“On top of that, you will earn a friend with the Hacks family.” Madam Hacks planned to use Darcy to pressure Kaze into accepting the terms.However, Darcy was rescued, and Kaze was more powerful than Christian and his team. Hence, Madam Hacks put away her disdain toward Kaze. Still, she acted superior to Kaze because she believed she was rightful to behave so.Kaze could fight, but that was all he was. His ability to fight would not put him at the top of the social hierarchy. “A friend with the Hacks family?” Kaze smiled sarcastically. “What makes you think that people should bow to the Hacks family and forget about the past?” Hiding her ange
“No way! Is that Arcadian really that strong?” The group of foreign mercenaries exclaimed in horror. It was true that Christian fumbled to get back up on his feet after Kaze threw the blade. However, the group was skeptical that Kaze could single handedly kill all of them. Having rampaged across several continents, Zion Mercenaries displayed a heightened sense of arrogance.Apart from a legend like the God of War, they looked down on all the other Arcadians. Christian smirked. “Go ahead and go after him if you don’t believe me. Don’t blame me for not giving you the heads-up when you die.” He still felt a little nervous after the earlier incident. Death gnawed at Christian when Kaze flung the dagger. It took everything in him to escape the jaws of death. Christian was unsure of the extent of Kaze’s combat competence. However, he trusted his gut feeling. If they were to attack Kaze, the factory would be their burial spot. The serious look on Christian’s face confus
“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