Loser Man Returns As God Of War

Chapter 9

Davion arrived at the location Wilson had sent him, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and the scene before him was not what he had expected.

Instead of Mad Tiger’s men lurking in the shadows, the entire place was surrounded by military forces. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers stood at attention, their rifles aimed at the massive compound in front of them.

At the center of it all stood Irene.

Davion sighed. Great. Just what I needed.

Irene, dressed in her military uniform, radiated authority, but her face was twisted in frustration. Her subordinates looked uneasy, their expressions filled with both exhaustion and fear.

One soldier hesitated before stepping forward. “Commander, we’ve been attacking for four hours now, but… there’s been no progress at all.”

Irene’s fists clenched at her sides. “Four hours? You’re telling me that after four hours of fighting, you still haven’t broken in? Are you all completely useless?!”

The soldier swallowed hard and looked away. “Commander, this is Mad Tiger we’re dealing with. He’s classified as an A-class criminal. It’s not that we aren’t trying—it’s just that he’s… extremely difficult to capture.”

Irene’s lips pressed into a thin line. A-class criminal… She had trained for years, fought in countless battles, but this was the first time she was facing someone ranked that high. She couldn’t afford to fail.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she spotted someone standing just outside the perimeter and her mood soured instantly.

“Davion?!”

Her voice was sharp and filled with disbelief. She stormed toward him, her soldiers immediately tensing up as they followed behind her.

Davion didn’t even flinch. His arms were crossed, and his face held nothing but indifference.

Irene stopped right in front of him, her eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you doing here?”

One of her subordinates gasped in surprise. “Commander! He—he’s inside the restricted area! He must have crossed the cordon!”

Irene’s expression darkened. “So, you were following me, huh?” she snapped. “What, you think you can just waltz into a classified military operation?”

Davion scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t come here for you.”

Irene’s eyes widened at his arrogance. “Then why are you here?”

Davion shrugged. “That’s not your business.”

Irene’s fury skyrocketed. She wasn’t used to being ignored—especially not by some low life quarry boy who clearly had no respect for authority. “I should have you arrested for interfering with a military operation!”

Davion finally looked at her, his expression unimpressed. “Interfering?” He let out a dry laugh. “You’ve been here for four hours and still haven’t gotten inside. What exactly am I interfering with? Your failure?”

Irene’s jaw tightened. “Shut up! You have no idea how dangerous Mad Tiger is! He’s an A-class criminal!”

Davion tilted his head. “And?”

The casual way he said it made the entire squad go silent.

Irene’s hands curled into fists. “You’re underestimating him.”

“No,” Davion said, his voice completely calm. “You’re overestimating him.”

A wave of tension spread through the soldiers and a heavy silence fell over them.

Where I come from, A-class criminals are only good for cleaning toilets, Davion thought to himself.

Irene’s face turned red with anger. “You bastard—!”

But before she could explode, Davion turned on his heel. “Relax. I’m leaving.”

Davion looked over his shoulder and watched the chaos, he watched as the military forces struggled to gain control over Mad Tiger’s compound. 

He had to admit their formation was neat, their weapons gleamed under the floodlights, but despite all their resources, they were still useless.

His gaze shifted to Irene, who was still barking orders at her subordinates and frustration was written all over her face. The so-called warrior goddess—the top rising star of justice—looked anything but confident right now.

Her head snapped toward him, her sharp eyes narrowing.

“Why are you still here?” she demanded.

Davion remained calm, unfazed by her hostility. “Relax, you act as if I'm disturbing you while I'm here.”

Irene let out a cold laugh, folding her arms. “Oh, really? Then why do you keep showing up wherever I am?”

Davion sighed. He had no interest in playing ridiculous games with her. He only came to assess the situation and find an opening. Now that he had, there was no point in sticking around.

“I said I’d leave. So, I’ll leave,” he said, turning his head and scrolling forward.

Irene scoffed. “Yeah, right.” She waved her hand. “Get rid of him.”

Immediately, her subordinates moved in to block Davion’s path.

He smiled slightly. “No need.”

Before they could react, Davion took two steps and disappeared into the darkness.

The soldiers blinked in confusion. “W-Where did he go?!”

Irene’s eyes darted around, trying to catch sight of him, but there was no trace of the man who had stood right in front of her just seconds ago.

Her stomach twisted with unease.

“Keep your eyes open!” she barked at her men. “He couldn’t have gone far!”

But even as she said it, a nagging feeling in her gut told her something was wrong.

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Davion landed lightly on the other side of the high walls, his movement effortless, silent. The security here was laughable.

If an entire military unit couldn’t break in after four hours, what did that say about their ability?

Pathetic, they were pathetic.

Davion let out a wry smile as he crept through the compound’s outer courtyard. He had expected some kind of challenge, but so far, everything was too easy.

And this is supposed to be an A-class criminal’s hideout?

He shook his head.

Such a disappointment.