General Rhys Vermillion: Return of The Dark Phoenix

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“What was that blow?” Austin pushed himself up, looking at Rhys, and the only thing he could see was an immovable object. 

Rhys stood there staring at Austin with pure rage. 

“Did he just hit the head of Bohr's family security?” 

“He is asking for his death now, how can one be so stupid?!” 

“I dont even know who he is, but there has to be a chance that he is a fool.”

Rhys, trying to ignore the noise, turned to look at the necklace. He placed his hand on the case again. 

Right up in the VIP section, a man with long, curly brown hair sat at a monitor, two women beside him running their hands through his shirt. 

Jacob Bohrs, standing beside him, was a man in a long blue robe, its jade embroidery. The man was silent, but his aura was intimidating; it made it clear he was a force to be reckoned with. 

Admiral Sunny of the Zenovian Crest, a man known to be the founder of the renowned move called the Thundering Diamond kick. 

“Who is that bastard?” Jacob spat as he stared at the screen. 

Sunny watched closely. His eyes dimmed as he noticed something about the man on the screen. 

“His face doesn't ring a bell, but he does have refined martial art techniques,” he muttered as he kept his eyes on the screen. “But it isn't anything special. I would love to teach him a lesson myself, Lord Jacob. I want to make sure he understands what it means to crash the party of one of the patriarchs of Zenovia.” 

Jacob smirked as he took a sip of wine from the glass on the table. Then proceeded to indulge in something with one of the ladies sitting beside him. He had no worries, knowing that with Admiral Sunny there, nothing was going to hurt him. 

Down at the party, Rhys was looking at Austin as he pulled himself up. 

“Oh, I will make you pay!” Austin roared as he snapped his finger. Suddenly, around twenty men in uniforms surrounded them, batons in hand. 

Rhys looked around at the men, and he didnt utter a word. He moved to the table beside him and poured himself a drink.

Austin, seeing what was happening, was about to fly into a fit of rage. 

“Men take—” 

“Hold it!” 

A voice came from the door. Everyone turned to see who it was, and there stood Justin Henshaw, an arrogant grin on his face, walking into the party. 

“Mr. Henshaw, I know you must think that this is unruly, but I want to make sure that this bastard pays for disrupting the peace here!” 

Austin tried to explain what had happened when Justin raised his hand. 

“I didnt come here to tell you to stop,” he spoke slowly, looking at Rhys, who didnt even care if they were looking at him or trying to do anything. “I want to be the one who would kill this sucker, he dares think it is wise to call Lord Kirk a fool, and also to lay a finger on me!” 

The crowd was shocked; not only was it a crime to insult one of the Lords in Zenovia, but touching one of their subordinates was a death penalty. 

“This man is gone for good; there isn't going to be a way for him to walk out of this.” 

“Even if he should survive, I dont think he would be able to move around. He would be lucky to leave in a vegetative state.” 

Justin pointed at Rhys, his eyes glowing with pure hatred. 

“Break his legs and hands, let him keep breathing! I want him to be alive so he would watch me slit his throat!” 

The men rushed Rhys, who was still drinking his wine, trying to keep his head held high as he gulped down the drink. 

But then, Rhys waved his hand. And like that, a powerful surge of energy burst from his hand, sending the twenty men flying back like flies. The wave shattered the glasses and wine on the tables, sending a powerful gust that nearly knocked out most of the guests. 

Austin and Justin froze, confused. Looking at the man before them, they knew there was no way a normal man could do that. 

“What the hell was that?!” Austin mumbled, taking one step back, knowing that anything else that happened was going to mean his end. 

Rhys unbuttoned and poured himself another glass of wine. 

Back in the VIP section. 

Jacob sprang up from his seat. He wouldn't have imagined seeing something like that, from someone who didnt look strong enough to defend himself. 

“Admiral, di–d you see that?! That man was able to swat twenty men away like they were paper!” 

He was staring at Admiral Sunny, knowing that there was something about the man that made it clear he wasnt someone anyone would want to deal with. 

“I guess he is some kind of refined master with a huge amount of power, or maybe there is someone else there helping him. But I am not going to stand here and let him act any way he wants!” 

Sunny rushed out of the VIP section, with Jacob right behind him. 

Justin stood there, petrified; there was nothing they could have done to imagine someone being that strong. 

Rhys finished the wine in his glass, and slowly his eyes went to Justin. It was like a predator trying to look at its prey.

“Now, what was it you were saying?” he asked, slowly getting up. “You were so sure that I was going to die by your filthy hands, so now I would want you to come here and explain what you meant by all those words.” 

Fear engulfed Justin’s body when he saw the way Rhys was looking at him. But he wasnt about to let a nobody talk to him like there was nothing he could do. 

“Are you talking to me?!” He barked back, his eyes on Rhys. Even though his legs were shaking, he knew that no one at the party would stand there and let someone hurt him. 

“I am Justin Henshaw, touch me, and Kirk Jones will make sure your time on this good earth isn't going to be long!” 

Everyone at the party was now sure that no one could do anything to Justin; they were looking at Rhys like he was a fool. 

“He dares not hurt Justin; does he want to lose his life?” 

“He isn't going to do anything, even if he is strong; there are things you wouldn't do.” 

Justin, seeing that the people were all backing him, had a cocky smile on his face; he wasn't about to let anything push him down. 

‘This sucker isn't going to hurt me; I am beyond him.’ Justin thought to himself, knowing that he wasnt going to be hurt by anyone. 

Rhys looked around. He could hear them saying all sorts of things. Slowly placing the glass on the table, the look in his eyes was still cold. 

“You think because people are saying you are part of a powerful family, I wouldn't lay a finger on you.” 

Justin had a smile. He stretched his hands out, looking Rhys in the eye. 

“I am not in your league!” Justin roared, looking at Rhys to make sure that there wasn't going to be a chance for anyone to harm him. 

Rhys let out a devilish grin, his eyes dimming before a dark glow. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Justin. 

Justin didnt have any time to run or react before Rhys. Rhys grabbed Justin by the face, lifting him without any hesitation. 

“You’re right about one thing,” Rhys muttered as he kept his eyes on Justin, who was mumbling, trying to shake himself free of the grip. But it was like trying to break titanium with a twig. “I am in a league way above yours.”