Loser Man Returns As God Of War

Chapter 117

The motel room was dead silent, except for the hum of the fridge and Beverly’s soft breathing beside him. Davion hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He never did. But exhaustion had finally wrestled him down, pulled him under before he even knew it.

And now—

Now there was a cold metal barrel pressed against his temple.

His eyes snapped open. The first thing he saw was the gun. The second was the man holding it — black mask, no sound, no scent, no hesitation. Professional. The kind you only meet once, if you’re lucky.

Davion didn’t move.

Behind him, Beverly was still asleep, curled up with her face half-buried in his hoodie.

The assassin pulled a laptop from his bag with his free hand. He clicked it open, pressed play.

A video.

Mad Tiger.

Smiling like someone who thought he had already won.

“Hello, son,” the recording said. “Let’s skip the boring threats. You know the rules. You come with him — quietly. No drama. No running. No tricks. You’ve been hard to track, but we always find our own.”

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