Loser Man Returns As God Of War

Chapter 7

Davion barely flinched as the thugs lunged at him. In a blur of motion, he dodged the first punch, twisted around, and slammed his fist into the thug’s gut. The guy gasped, eyes bulging, before dropping like a sack of bricks.

Another thug came at him with a knife, but Davion side-stepped at the last second, grabbing the guy’s wrist and twisting it hard. The knife clattered to the floor, and with one well-placed kick, the thug flew backward, crashing into a table.

The rest of them hesitated, but their leader barked, “Get him!”

Bad idea.

Davion took them down one by one—lightning-fast punches, bone-crunching kicks, and effortless dodges. Within minutes, all of them were on the ground, groaning in pain. One guy tried to crawl away, but Davion planted his foot on the thug leader’s chest, pinning him down.

“Talk,” Davion commanded, his voice dangerously low.

The leader groaned, his face twisted in pain. “W-We weren’t here for the money,” he stammered. “Not really.”

Davion narrowed his eyes. “Then what was this about?”

The thug swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. “A powerful figure… someone important,” he gasped. “They took an interest in the girl—Beverly. We thought if we delivered her, we’d earn their favor.”

Davion’s eyes darkened. His grip on the thug’s shirt tightened. “Who?”

The leader coughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know! I swear! We just got orders to take her—make up some excuse if we had to. We didn’t ask questions.”

Davion studied him for a moment, then released his grip. The leader collapsed, gasping for air.

“Leave,” Davion ordered, his voice like steel. “Tell your boss to stay away from Beverly. Next time, I won’t be so nice.”

The moment the last thug scrambled out the door, Margaret whirled on Davion, her face red with fury.

“You idiot!” she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

Davion, still calm as ever, simply raised an eyebrow. “Saved your family?”

Margaret scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “No, you’ve just made everything worse! The Brown Gang isn’t just going to let this go! And what about the person they were taking Beverly for? You’ve put all of us in even more danger!”

Trevor stepped forward, brushing off his suit like he hadn’t just been slapped to the ground minutes ago. “She’s right,” he said, crossing his arms. “You think you’re some kind of hero, but all you did was make our problems ten times bigger.”

Beverly, who had been clinging to her mother moments ago, shifted uncomfortably. She glanced at Davion, then at Trevor, doubt flickering in her eyes. “Trevor… do you really think—”

“Of course I do,” Trevor cut in smoothly, straightening his jacket. “And so should you. The Brown Gang isn’t the real problem here. The powerful family they’re working for? That’s who we should be worried about.”

Wesley, who had been slumped in the chair, ran a shaky hand down his face. “Trevor’s right,” he muttered. “If this ‘powerful figure’ really has their eye on Beverly, then we’re doomed.”

Beverly’s stomach twisted at his words. Just minutes ago, she had been terrified but grateful that Davion had saved her. Now, uncertainty crept into her mind. Had he actually made things worse?

Margaret scoffed again, her fear turning into full-blown anger. “I knew it. I knew you’d bring trouble, Davion. First, you barge into our lives, and now you’ve painted a target on our backs.”

Trevor let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Well, lucky for you, I might be able to fix this.” His smirk returned, smug and confident. “My family is in talks with a major family from the capital. If we secure this partnership, the Brown Gang and whoever they’re working for won’t dare touch us.”

Margaret’s anger melted into hope, her eyes widening. “A powerful family from the capital?”

Trevor nodded. “That’s right. And if all goes well, I might just be able to clean up this mess.”

Margaret sighed in relief, already clinging to the idea. Beverly, however, couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling growing in her chest.

Davion, standing there in silence, finally spoke. His voice was quiet, but it carried more weight than any of their panicked words.

“I’ll handle it.”

Trevor let out a sharp laugh. “You? Handle it? And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Davion met his gaze without hesitation. “I’ll talk to Wilson Brown myself.”

The room fell silent. Then—

Laughter.

Trevor, Margaret, and even Wesley chuckled in disbelief.

Margaret wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh, that’s rich. Do you think you can just walk up to Wilson Brown and have a little chat? He’ll kill you before you get a word out!”

Trevor smirked. “If you really think you can solve this on your own, go ahead. But don’t come crawling back when you realize how out of your league you are.”

Beverly stared at Davion, her heart pounding. Was he serious? Could he really face Wilson Brown and come out alive?