King of War's Dominance

Chapter 83

Yon and Yun exchanged glances for a split second, then their reflex was the same—run.

The two of them turned, about to dash toward the main gate.

But after only two steps—

Two hands moved as fast as lightning.

Thom grabbed the back collars of their jackets, one in his right hand, one in his left.

With a light pull—

Yon and Yun’s bodies were lifted. Their feet dangled about five centimeters above the ground.

“WHAT—?!” Yun struggled instinctively. Yon kicked his legs wildly like a cat lifted by its mother.

They were not small men. Each weighed nearly ninety kilograms, around one hundred eighty centimeters tall. Muscular bodies from regular physical training.

Yet Thom lifted them like two shopping bags. Without looking strained. Without veins bulging. Without his expression changing.

“Put me down!” Yun shouted reflexively.

“Yeah! Put us down!” Yon added in panic.

Their legs still dangled uselessly.

Yun turned his head with difficulty toward Thom. His face was pale. “Who are you really?”

Yon also shouted, “Why are you so strong?!”

Yun swallowed. “Your strength… it’s like the King of War…” he muttered unconsciously.

Thom remained silent. His hands steady.

The night wind blew gently, stirring the hems of their jackets that now hung helplessly.

“Let us go!” Yon snapped, trying to preserve what little dignity he had left.

“Why were you spying on me?” Thom asked.

The twins fell silent.

Yun, still panicked and half trembling, answered without thinking, “We were ordered!”

Yon shot him a sharp look. “Why did you tell him?!” he snapped irritably.

“I—I reacted without thinking!” Yun shot back, almost crying in frustration.

Thom raised an eyebrow slightly. “Who ordered you?” he asked again.

Yon clenched his jaw, trying to hold out. Yun, on the other hand, was breaking into a cold sweat.

Thom’s hands did not shift in the slightest. There was no sign he was tired from holding nearly one hundred eighty kilograms in total weight. Instead, Yon and Yun began to feel their breathing tighten as their collars were pulled upward.

Yun gave in first. “Boss Harmos!”

“YUN!” Yon nearly shouted.

“I didn’t mean to!” Yun defended himself again.

Thom looked at them in turn, his gaze expressionless.

“What does Harmos want to do to me?” he asked flatly. “Why is he spying on me? Does he want revenge because all his fingers were broken by me?”

Yun immediately turned toward Yon. This time he did not dare to speak carelessly. He had already slipped up twice. Better to let his brother answer.

Yon swallowed, still feeling pain in his neck from the tightly pulled collar earlier. In a hoarse voice he said, “We’ll tell you… if you put us down now. We could die choking on our own collars.”

Thom stared at them for a few seconds.

Then—

Without warning, Thom tossed them aside just like that. Yon and Yun’s bodies were thrown a short distance but hard enough to send them crashing onto the asphalt.

“UGH!”

“ARGH!”

They cried out in pain. Their backs and elbows struck the road surface. Yun grimaced as his ankle twisted when he fell.

Thom remained standing where he was. Calm. Unhurried.

“I’ve put you down,” he said lightly. “Now answer.”

Yon got up first, though unsteady, and saw an opportunity. His survival instinct kicked in. Without another word, he turned and ran!

“YON?!” Yun shouted in panic. “FUCK!”

Yon did not look back. He ran with a limp yet still fast, disappearing toward the main gate.

Yun froze for a few seconds, unable to believe he had been abandoned just like that. He tried to stand, but his ankle throbbed with intense pain. The moment he stepped on it, the pain shot up to his knee. He fell again.

Thom walked forward slowly. Not in a hurry. Not angry. That was what frightened Yun even more.

In Yun’s mind, every piece of what had just happened replayed—

How Thom had appeared without a sound.

How he had lifted two ninety-kilogram men like rag dolls.

How his gaze had remained calm as if all of it were ordinary.

Yun suddenly realized. They were not spying on an ordinary former soldier. They were provoking something far more dangerous.

Without thinking, Yun crawled slightly forward and then prostrated himself. He truly pressed his forehead against the asphalt.

“Please!” his voice trembled. “Let me live!”

Thom stopped one step in front of him.

“I’m just a subordinate!” Yun continued stammering. “I was only following orders! I don’t know anything other than being told to spy on you!”

He lifted his face slightly, covered in sweat and dust. “I already had a feeling… you’re not an ordinary person. The way you move… the way you lifted us… that’s not normal strength…”

His breathing grew ragged. “Boss Harmos said you were just a low-level former soldier. But that’s a lie. It has to be a lie!”

Thom looked at the man now kneeling and trembling before him. “I have no intention of killing you,” he said calmly.

Yun blinked rapidly, almost unable to believe it.

“But,” Thom continued softly, “if you keep coming with bad intentions, your life could indeed become short.”

Yun bowed deeply again. “I’ll tell Boss not to disturb you anymore!” he said quickly. “I swear!”

“Get up,” Thom said.

Yun hesitated, then slowly stood with his injured leg.

“Tell Harmos,” Thom said flatly, “that I don’t like him sending people to my house.”