General Rhys Vermillion: Return of The Dark Phoenix

VI

Jacob and Admiral Sunny ran down the stairs to see Rhys holding Justin up with one hand like it was a doll in his hand. 

“That is enough from you, put him down!” Admiral Sunny looked at Rhys. He knew that there wasn't going to be anything that would make anyone want to disobey his word. 

Everyone turned to see him. Immediately, the guests at the party looked hopeful upon seeing him. 

“Admiral Sunny of the Crest! This fool is done for now; he isn't going to hurt Lord Justin anymore!” 

“He knows better than to make an Admiral his enemy; there is no way for him to make anything happen if he does that!” 

Rhys turned to look at Sunny, his gaze cold and intimidating. 

“Sunny, you're the one who sent those men to demolish the burnt-down mansion.” 

Rhys spoke slowly while applying more pressure to Justin's skull. Muffled screams could be heard from Justin as he tried to break free from the grip. 

Sunny was looking at Rhys, shocked that he had details about what seemed to be a top-secret mission that even Jacob had no idea of. 

“How in the world does he know that?” 

Sunny thought to himself, pulling out his phone to call Ross. When he dialled the number, it wasnt reachable. 

Sunny turned to look at Rhys. He could see the look in the man's eyes, and that there wasn't a thing to make it flinch. 

“What did you do?” Sunny asked, knowing that Rhys had a hand in Ross not answering the phone. 

Rhys, adding more pressure to his grip on Justin, let out a sigh, looking at the man. 

“Dont worry, I will make sure you get to see him soon. Let me deal with the trash,” 

Rhys added more pressure to the grip, holding Justin in the air. 

“Please, Admiral! He's killing me, I can't breathe!” 

Justin managed to get some words out; he could feel his skull cracking, his body giving up from the sheer force coming from one man’s hand. 

Admiral Sunny made one step forward, shooting a powerful glare at Rhys. 

“Let that man go!” he ordered. 

Rhys slowly turned his head, shooting a deadly gaze at the admiral. An unseen force sent shivers down Sunny’s spine; it was like a seal staring at an Orca, knowing that one wrong move and his life would be done for. 

The admiral felt something that he never thought he would for any random man. 

fear…  

“What is wrong with Admiral Sunny? He isn't trying to do anything to that man; he is going to kill Justin Henshaw!” 

“Is it me, or did he freeze in his tracks?” 

“How is that possible?” 

The guests were all waiting for Sunny to make a move, but nothing happened as the admiral stood there in fear, looking at Rhys. 

Rhys turned to look at Justin; the look in his eyes was colder. 

“You said you would slit my throat, then you ordered them to beat me down?” he spoke slowly, applying more pressure. 

“Please…dont kill me.” Justin pleaded for his life, trying to see if there was a way for him to break free from the grip, but it was to no avail. 

“I dont see it as killing you, I am only cleaning the filth,” Rhys said slowly, his grip tightening as he applied more force. 

“Now, be gone.” 

Rhys said before adding more pressure to his grip, his fingers pierced through Justin’s skull, shattering it. His eyes popped right out of the socket as blood gushed all over the floor, and Justin went silent. 

Screams filled the hall as people began backing off. Some were petrified; people were throwing up. The shattering of glasses could be heard as everyone tried to back away as soon as possible from the man who was drenched in blood. 

Austin stood there, immobilized. He dared not move; he knew that he had nothing to do if he even tried. If the man in front of him could kill Justin Henshaw, a man who was in line with the Lords of Zenovia, then what could he, a security guard, do? 

Rhys wiped off the blood on his sleeve, then he turned to look at the necklace in the showcase as he walked to it slowly. 

When he got to the show glass, he placed his hand on it. Suddenly, the glass shattered, and he reached in and took his mother’s necklace. 

Jacob, who stood there witnessing everything, saw the man take the necklace his mother adored. 

“Admiral, I don't know what is going on here, but that man doesn't leave this place with that necklace!” he yelled, trying to make sure Sunny would act. 

Sunny nodded his head as he stepped down the stairs, rolling up his sleeve. The commotion in the halls stopped when they saw Sunny walking up to Rhys. They knew that an admiral was going to be the one to put an end to all the rubbish happening in front of them. 

“Finally,” a man said as he trembled in fear. “Admiral Sunny is going to make sure that this monster doesn't walk out of this alive; he is going to land one blow on the man, and it will be the end of him!” 

Sunny walked to Rhys. When he was close enough, he paused. “Your skill is admirable; it has substance. But you have sullied the land, I know it will be a shame to lose a man of your caliber. So I will give you two choices.” 

Sunny raised his hand, bringing out two fingers as he kept his eyes on Rhys. “One, you will kneel before Lord Jacob, and beg for his forgiveness, then I will take your right arm as payment for the sin you committed. Then I will make sure you will serve under me, as a warrior.” 

Rhys looked at Sunny, his face unfazed. 

“Two,” Sunny continued with a look on his face. “I will end your life with my Thundering Diamond Kick, and I will rid Zenovia of cocky filth like you.” 

Rhys tilted his head, looking at Sunny. The look in his eyes shifted a bit. He was a bit amused to see a spark of fight in the man. 

“How about option three,” he said moving closer to Sunny with a smile on his face, he put the necklace into his pocket then he turned his gaze to Sunny when he had the smile on his face. “I break your hands, legs, and gouge out your eyes in a merciful way, at least that way you will be able to reflect on your actions and see that there is no need for people like you in this country.” 

There was a loud gasp in the crowd; they knew the penalty of talking back to an admiral and what would happen. 

“He’s gone!” A lady screamed, knowing that Rhys had signed his death warrant. 

“There has been no record of anyone surviving that Admiral Sunny’s kick; that man is dead!” 

Sunny had a smirk on his face. He saw the look in Rhys’s eyes, and he knew that there was no way for anyone to be that cocky if he didnt have confidence in his skill. 

“Wrong choice, boy!”  Sunny took one step back, as he took a deep breath, lifting his right leg, which seemed to be covered in a dark diamond-like aura. He sent the kick for Rhys. Once it collided, a thunderous crash filled the hall. A shockwave from the kick shattered glass around the hall, sending people flying back a bit. 

Jacob wore a smile; he knew Rhys was done for. “Finally, that piece of shit is gone.” 

Everyone let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Rhys had paid for his sins. But then everyone paused when they noticed that Sunny’s leg was still hanging. It was then they looked more closely and saw that he didnt kill Rhys. 

Rhys had caught the kick before it got close to his face. He grabbed the kick with one hand. 

“That tickled a bit,” he smiled, looking at Sunny, who was sweating profusely. “Tell me that wasnt the kick you hyped up so much?”