RETURN OF THE VENGEFUL GOD OF WAR

Chapter 02

Then gasps filled the hall. 

“Did someone escape from an asylum?”

“He definitely has a death wish, daring to attack the almighty heir of the Hart family business group!” Another note with hands covering their mouths.

“Well it seems that wish would be granted very soon because he is as good as dead already.”

Then the sound died the instant Han rose from the ground. Like a God had just walked into their midst.

The crowd froze. Even Elara trembled. Her face drained of all colours.

"What's he still waiting for!" Her head spun with thoughts.

"Why isn't he running yet! Doesn't he realize who Han is? Doesn't everyone in the city know?"

She wouldn't want anyone's downfall just because of their kindness to save her. Besides, wasn't it how she fell so deep herself.

Elara wanted to warn him, whisper to Adrain to run away before it was too late. But the chance slipped away even before she could utter a sound.

Han's face turned into something demonic. He clutched his twisted wrist, pain mixing into fury.

"How dare you do this to me? Do you realize who I am?" His growl slithered through the halls, sending cold shivers down the spine of those he wasn't even looking at.

They had never seen Han so angry before.

The crowd shuddered. Han was the heir of one of the most feared families in the city. From casinos, to ring fights, to entertainment houses to Jew designs; his family's influence stretched to every corner of the city, both legal and illicit.

And yet;

"Clearly someone that seems to need seeing the doctor urgently!" Adrain replied causally, not a hint of fear on his face.

The wind snapped. The entire hall gasped. Those words, they were heard to believe but the murmurs confirmed them to be true.

"Is he insane?" Whispers spread through the hall swiftly.

Everyone remembered the Zalt family business group. The last set of people that dared to cross Han's path.

Han had wanted their daughter in bed, and when they refused, he reciprocated by whipping out the hall off the family in one banquet overnight. That was Han's brand of vengeance.

And this peasant dared to mock him. Even Elara gasped.

He was as good as dead already.

Han's growls deepened. Humiliation burned through his vines like widespread fire. Never had any one dared to humiliate him, especially not a low-life before an audience.

"You are dead. I will make you pay for this." Han's voice shook with rage.

The crowd recoiled at those threats. Some scrambled through the exit, desperate not to be caught in a cross fire.

With the Hins family, anything could happen. Only the bold ones remained, watching to see Adrain's eventual demise.

"Why aren't you kneeling already!" Someone muttered. "Even a madman wouldn't push this far."

They waited for Adrain's confidence to break. For his knees to crash to the floor. For him to beg for mercy that Han would never grant. 

Han's family have been known never to be merciless. But maybe his pleas might stroke Han's ego for a while... Pleasing death.

But instead;

"With one working hand?" Adrain smirked, I don't see how you plan on doing that!"

The crowd's jaws dropped.

"He is finished!" They whispered, already picturing Adrain's corpses being dragged out of the Arena.

"You are pushing your sense of humor too far aren't you. Maybe you should make a display before the reaper!"

"Hmmm; I'm sure. But wouldn't he be too frightened seeing me in hell?" Adrain returned, his voice calm with a hint of humour but it carried a cold presence that most people could not shake of.

Han's face burned crimson with rage. He could no longer stand the insolence that was coming off from Adrain in waves.

He flicked his finger without uttering a word as soon, guards arrived in their numbers, merciless and cruel looking ready to feed Adrain's flesh to the vultures.

"Since you decide to remain unruly, I will have you properly schooled!" Han noted.

"Schooled?" Adrain scoffed briefly. "Aren't you supposed to be in middle school? 

You should be getting a smack on the head for talking to an elder in such a manner!" 

Those words hit like a whip. Han's fury had snapped past the point of return. He despised anyone mocking his youth. Every soul in the city knew that. Apparently, someone needed a reminder.

"I want to hear his screams. His bones crack or consider yourselves as good as dead already!" He sneered at the guards as they stood ready to tear Adrain apart and the crowd hailed them.