All Chapters of The Loser Is the War Commander: Chapter 51
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CHAPTER 48
Thomas Wesley paused at the doorway, turning back one more time as if remembering something important."One more thing," he said, his tone shifting to something more businesslike. "Tomorrow night, you'll be hosting a banquet. A grand one. Invite every notable family in Duskfort—A-ranked, B-ranked, all of them.""A banquet?" Peter looked confused. "Why tomorrow? We haven't even—""Because the Wesley family's reputation is on the line," Thomas interrupted sharply. "Word has spread about your humiliation. People are talking. They're saying the families associated with Wesley are weak, that we can't even control our own territory. That's UNACCEPTABLE.""So we host a banquet to show strength," Haley said, understanding dawning."Exactly," Thomas confirmed. "You'll display wealth, power, confidence. You'll show everyone that the wedding incident was nothing—a minor disruption that's already been dealt with. You'll make it clear that the Ward and Reksar families are stronger than ever, backe
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Darius moved like death itself—silent, inevitable, and utterly without mercy. His hand shot out from the shadows, catching the second assassin's throat in an iron grip before the man could even gasp.The other hand grabbed the assassin's weapon hand, twisting the wrist at an angle that made the suppressed pistol point harmlessly away.The assassin's eyes went wide with shock and terror, his mouth opening to shout a warning—but Darius's grip on his throat was already crushing his windpipe, cutting off all sound except a faint, wet gurgle.The struggle lasted less than five seconds.Darius applied precise pressure to the carotid arteries, cutting off blood flow to the brain.The assassin's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and then Darius gave one final, brutal twist.CRACK.The sound of the assassin's neck breaking was barely louder than a twig snapping. Darius lowered the body to the floor with careful silence, making sure the pistol didn't clatter against the tiles.One down.Ups
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He cut himself off, realizing he'd said too much."Wesley," Darius repeated softly. "The Wesley family from the provincial capital. S-ranked nobility. Connected to the Ward and Reksar families. That makes sense."The assassin's face had gone pale, realizing his mistake. "I didn't say anything. You can't prove—""I don't need to prove anything," Darius interrupted. "I just needed confirmation. Thank you for that.""Wait!" The assassin's defiance crumbled into panic. "Wait, I can tell you more! I can give you details! Names, locations, how many others are coming! Just—just let me go! Please!""Interesting," Darius observed. "Thirty seconds ago you were playing the silent martyr. Now you're begging. Which is the real you, I wonder?""I have a family!" The assassin's voice rose desperately. "A wife, two kids! I was just doing a job! I didn't know who you were! If I'd known—""You'd have come anyway," Darius finished coldly. "For the money. Don't pretend this was anything but business."He
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Darius stood over the assassin's corpse, his expression unreadable as he studied the foam still bubbling from the dead man's lips. The acrid smell of cyanide hung in the air of his new villa, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. Beside him, Aria wiped her blade clean with practiced efficiency, her face as cold as winter frost."Amateurs," she muttered, nudging one of the other bodies with her boot. "Whoever sent these dogs didn't think much of us."Darius pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his sharp features in the dim light. With quick precision, he snapped several photos of the dead assassins—their faces, their weapons, the tattoos marking their organization. His fingers moved across the screen, forwarding the images to a secure contact."Let's see who's foolish enough to send trash like this to my doorstep," he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge that could cut steel.They didn't have to wait long. Within minutes, Darius's phone buzzed with an incoming message
CHAPTER 52
The evening sky over Duskfort had turned a deep crimson as Darius and Aria made their way toward the city's most exclusive venue—the Grand Meridian Boutique Hotel.The towering structure gleamed with golden lights, its facade a testament to old money and new power.Tonight, it would host what was being whispered about as the social event of the season: a banquet thrown by the Wesley family to showcase their dominance over Duskfort's elite."So the mayor wanted to meet you," Aria said as their car pulled up to the ornate entrance. "Interesting timing."Darius's expression remained impassive as he gazed at the boutique's grand entrance, where luxury vehicles were depositing elegantly dressed guests. "Franklin Hayes has always been a political opportunist. He probably heard rumors about the War God visiting Duskfort and wants to position himself accordingly.""Does he know it's you?""Not yet," Darius replied, stepping out of the car. His simple black suit was understated compared to the
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Within seconds, more security guards began pouring out of the boutique's various entrances.They came from side doors, from the parking garage, from inside the main hall.Ten, fifteen, twenty—the number kept growing until Darius and Aria found themselves surrounded by what looked like a small army of black-suited security personnel.Haley's confidence seemed to return with the reinforcements.She smiled viciously, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction."Now let's see how tough you are when it's not just one guard, you filthy animals! You wanted to make a scene? Fine! We'll give everyone here a show they'll never forget—the sight of two worthless dogs getting the beating they deserve!""I'm actually recording this," Peter announced gleefully, holding up his phone."I want to capture every moment of your humiliation. I want to watch it again and again, seeing you two pathetic losers get destroyed. This will be my new favorite video!"The security guards closed in, forming a tigh
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The Grand Celestial Hotel's largest ballroom had been transformed into a showcase of wealth and power. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across walls draped in silk. Tables groaned under arrangements of exotic flowers and fine china. A string quartet played classical music from a raised platform. Waiters in white gloves circulated with champagne and hors d'oeuvres that cost more per bite than most people earned in a day.The guest list read like a directory of Duskfort's elite—every notable family from B-ranked upward, dressed in their finest, arriving in luxury vehicles that lined the hotel's circular driveway. This was the Ward and Reksar families' statement to the world: we are still powerful, still relevant, still untouchable.But there was a notable absence that everyone whispered about behind their champagne flutes."Where are the Pettersons?" someone murmured."I heard they declined the invitation.""Strange. Marcus Petterson usually never misses these events."Haley and
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As the evening progressed, the banquet settled into a rhythm of false gaiety.People laughed too loudly, drank too much, and carefully avoided mentioning the elephant in the room—the disaster at the Ward-Reksar wedding just days before.Finally, after the dinner service and before the entertainment, Haley stood and clinked her glass for attention. The ballroom fell silent, all eyes turning to her."Thank you all for coming tonight," Haley began, her voice strong and confident. "I know recent events have been... unsettling. The incident at our wedding was unfortunate and embarrassing."A few nervous titters from the crowd."But I want everyone to understand something," Haley continued, her voice hardening. "That incident has been resolved. Completely. The blusterer who dared to humiliate us—who thought he could attack noble families without consequence—is GONE."More laughter now, less nervous, more relieved. People liked clear narratives where problems were solved and order restored.
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The security guards advanced on Darius like a tightening noose, their hands moving to weapons concealed beneath their jackets. The crowd pressed backward, creating space for the violence everyone suddenly expected.Then a voice rang out—not loud, but carrying an authority that made several guards hesitate."STOP! Stand down! All of you, STAND DOWN!"Everyone turned to see a man emerging from among the serving staff near the back of the ballroom. He was perhaps forty-five, wearing a simple waiter's uniform that didn't quite fit him properly. His posture was military-straight despite an obvious limp in his left leg, and his face was scarred—the kind of scars that came from real combat, not accidents.Rylan Foster. Former Kane family security captain. He'd survived the massacre three years ago only because he'd been off-duty that night, visiting his dying mother in a hospital across the city. By the time he'd returned, the Kane estate had been ashes and blood."Young Master!" Rylan's voi
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Not with the desperate flailing of someone fighting for survival, but with the precise, economical movements of someone who'd transcended mere fighting into something approaching art.The first guard reached him, swinging a baton in a vicious arc toward Darius's head.Darius's hand snapped up, caught the baton mid-swing, and wrenched it from the guard's grip in a motion so smooth it looked choreographed.The baton reversed direction, striking the guard's knee with a sickening CRACK. The man went down screaming.The second and third guards came from both sides, trying to flank him. Darius dropped low, sweeping the legs of one while driving his captured baton into the stomach of the other.Both men hit the floor hard.A fourth guard drew a knife—foolish in a crowded room, but panic makes people stupid.Darius caught the knife hand, twisted until bones ground together, and the blade clattered to the marble floor.A palm strike to the guard's chest sent him flying backward into a buffet t