All Chapters of War God: Revenge of Trash Ex-Son-in-Law: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
The cold night wind blew fiercely across the unfinished concrete bridge of the outer ring road, carrying dry construction dust through the air. Beneath the dim glow of the sparse streetlights, more than a dozen burly men from the Black Cobra syndicate advanced slowly, surrounding Natalie Sterling's silver sedan from three directions. Their boots struck the rough asphalt in unison, creating an ominous echo amid the silence of the night. The short-barreled firearms in their hands had already been cocked with cold, deadly metallic clicks.Beneath the dashboard of the front seat, Natalie Sterling curled herself into the smallest possible position, both arms tightly shielding her head. Her heart pounded so violently that her chest felt suffocated, as though deprived of oxygen. Pure fear had paralyzed all the upper-faction logic she had always taken pride in. Tears of anxiety streamed silently down her pale, stiff cheeks."One... two... three..." Natalie Sterling whispered inwardly, her voi
Chapter 82
The soldiers moved with terrifying speed and efficiency. They loaded the mafia corpses into the vans, collected the scattered weapons, and sprayed a special chemical solution over the asphalt to eliminate all traces of blood. In less than the allotted time, every remnant of the silent massacre had vanished completely, as though the Black Cobra gangsters had never set foot on the bridge. The vans immediately sped back into the darkness of the Northern Sector.Raymond let out a long breath as he looked at the asphalt, now clean and perfectly dry once more. The icy expression on his face gradually relaxed, replaced by the natural look of an ordinary husband who appeared mildly confused. He gently knocked on Natalie's car window."Natalie, everything is safe now. You can open your eyes," Raymond called, his tone softening once again and radiating a comforting warmth.Inside the cabin, Natalie Sterling stopped counting when she had only reached twenty-five. Upon hearing Raymond's familiar
Chapter 83
Crash!The crystal glass filled with expensive whiskey shattered into countless pieces after being hurled against the marble wall of the study. The dark amber liquid slowly streamed down, staining the pristine white wall that became the silent witness to the fury erupting in Thomas Sterling's chest. The middle-aged man's breathing grew ragged, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles around his temples stiffened."Vanished without a trace?! Are you joking with me, huh?!" Thomas Sterling roared, his voice booming through the oppressive silence of the room. He gripped the edge of his massive oak desk so hard that his knuckles turned white.Across the desk, a man dressed in black with cold sweat pouring down his forehead could only lower his head deeply, not daring to meet Thomas's blazing eyes. "It's true, Mr. Thomas. Three Black Cobra SUVs were found completely empty near the outer ring road. There was no blood, no shell casings, and those twelve fully armed men simply disappeared
Chapter 84
The strong aroma of roasted coffee beans filled every corner of that small cafe on the outskirts of the mortal city, trying to dispel the remaining cold air left by the afternoon rain. The clinking of spoons against porcelain cups blended with the low-necked instrumental jazz music, creating an atmosphere of pseudo-tranquility for the customers. Behind the clean teak wood bar counter, Raymond stood calmly. His sturdy fingers moved in a constant rhythm, wiping the surface of a glass cup with a piece of white cloth, displaying the figure of a househusband servant who was exceedingly simple and obedient to mortal routines.However, in the corner of the room near a large window blurred by mist, a pair of eyes behind a gray flat cap kept locking onto every inch of Raymond's movements. The foreign man in a thick coat sat alone, pretending to read while enveloped by a daily newspaper while occasionally sipping his drink. He was a high-profile international hitman contracted by Hendra Sterlin
Chapter 85
The sturdy body of the man in the coat collapsed forward, falling in a face-down position on top of the wooden table by the window corner, in a position where his head drooped limply to the side as if he were fast asleep due to tremendous fatigue. There was no sound of screaming, no splash of blood, and no signs of physical murder at all in the mortal eyes of ordinary humans."Eh? What sound was that, Raymond?" asked Natalie Sterling, turning quickly toward the corner of the room after hearing the soft thud of the hitman's body hitting the table.Raymond stood up enveloped by a grief of absolute calmness that wrapped around his entire demeanor as a husband once again. He glanced briefly toward the corpse in the window corner with a look that was exceedingly flat. "It seems the customer in that corner fell asleep because of reading the newspaper for too long, Natalie. Do not worry about him."Right at the same time as the end of Raymond's sentence, the cafe's glass door chimed open qui
Chapter 86
The darkness of the night in the Northern Sector felt even heavier inside the underground tactical military command headquarters. The glow from dozens of massive monitors reflected graphs of stock movements, shipping container routes, and financial data from the city's major factions. At the center of the room stood a round table made of polished black steel beneath the beam of a single fluorescent light. The atmosphere was cold, silent, and filled with a suffocating tension that weighed on the chest of anyone who stepped inside.Raymond stood upright at the end of the table, no longer wearing a café apron or his casual shirt. The humble waiter had completely vanished, replaced by the overwhelming and deadly aura of the supreme ruler. The pitch-black eyes of the God of War stared directly at the digital map of the national supply chain, its indicators flashing red. Behind him, General Yudha Negara stood at perfect attention, his hands clasped behind his back with profound respect."Al
Chapter 87
The morning sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows of Miller Group's main conference room was unable to dispel the suffocating atmosphere that had suddenly enveloped the room. The softly humming air conditioner seemed to blow out an icy chill that froze the blood of everyone inside. At the end of the long oval table, a giant projector screen displayed the company's stock chart, which had once stood firm but was now plunging straight downward, forming a long red line that raced freely toward zero.Chloe Miller stood beside her executive chair with her body completely rigid. Her beautiful eyes, which usually radiated the arrogance of the elite, were now wide open, streaked with red veins from the psychological shock that had shattered every wall of her reasoning. The phone in her hand continued to vibrate nonstop, displaying hundreds of emergency calls from panicked field division heads."This is impossible... This has to be a cyber system error! Check the network again! H
Chapter 88
The executive office of the Central Bank's president gleamed luxuriously beneath the glow of a magnificent crystal chandelier. The walls, lined with mahogany wood carrying a masculine fragrance, and the thick velvet carpet that muffled every footstep seemed to affirm that this place was one of the most powerful centers of the mortal world's financial system. Yet, all of that luxury felt suffocating to Julian Vance. The young man stood before the president's black marble desk, breathing in short, hurried breaths. His formal suit, usually immaculate, was now slightly wrinkled, reflecting the storm of emotional panic that had consumed him since dawn.Across the desk, the President of the Central Bank, Mr. Gunawan, sat with an exceptionally rigid posture. The expression on his middle-aged face was as blank as a chalkboard, devoid of the warmth he usually showed the heir of Vance Corporation. His sharp eyes stared at the stack of Julian's emergency bailout application docum
Chapter 89
The air inside the rundown bar on the outskirts of the mortal city felt stifling, thick with the pungent smell of cheap alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hanging heavily beneath the mold-covered ceiling. There were no magnificent crystal chandeliers or velvet carpets to muffle the sound here. Only dim, flickering neon lights cast rigid shadows across wooden tables made sticky by spilled drinks. In the darkest corner of the room, far from the social circles of the elite, two figures sat curled up, their physical and mental states completely shattered. Julian Vance sat with his back hunched in frustration, staring blankly into a glass filled with low-quality local whiskey. His expensive suit had completely lost its upper-class dignity; the top button was undone, and his tie had long since been thrown somewhere out of sight. Across from him, Chloe Miller no longer displayed the elegance of a Western Faction socialite. Her expensive mascara had been washed away by endless hysterical te
Chapter 90
The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the Sterling Group CEO's office, casting a warm glow across Natalie Sterling's white marble desk. The silence that usually filled the room with the pressure of work was suddenly shattered when the double teakwood doors at the far end of the office were pushed open forcefully.Bang!Alena, Natalie's personal secretary and most trusted confidante, rushed inside, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed from running up from the lower floor, but her sparkling eyes radiated pure excitement that she could no longer conceal. In her hands, she clutched a digital tablet tightly."Miss Natalie! This... this is truly a miracle!" Alena exclaimed, her voice rising excitedly as it broke the tension that had lingered in the office since morning. She hurried toward Natalie's desk without paying any attention to the formal office etiquette she normally observed.Natalie Sterling slo