THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

I Won The Bet

“Mom!”

Jasmine rushed to the bed and grabbed her mother’s arm.

The two security guards froze. They glanced at each other, confused of what to do.

Jonas stood completely still, stunned. Same with Flynn and the nurse—none of them could believe what they were seeing.

“Mom, can you hear me?” Jasmine asked softly. Her mother blinked, slowly, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“She can hear you,” Magnus said calmly, “but right now she’s too weak to respond. Just give her time.”

Jasmine turned toward him. “So… is she okay now? Is she cured?”

“Not completely, but her condition’s improved drastically. She just needs a proper rest and a few more days of recovery, then she will be totally okay.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure about that. No need to worry about Mom’s condition anymore.”

A spark of hope flickered in Jasmine’s eyes. Magnus noticed it. He gave a faint smile and nodded. 

Jasmine turned her eyes back to her mother, gently stroking her forehead and hair, tears filling her eyes.

Meanwhile, Flynn’s face had turned pale. One hand on his waist, the other covering his mouth.

“This… this is impossible... It doesn’t make sense…”

He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

“Doctor, should we still get him out of this room?” asked one of the guards, looking at him in confusion.

They’d been called in to this room because Magnus was supposedly endangering the patient. But, what they were witnessing at that moment was the opposite. So, what they were supposed to do?

“Doctor?” the nurse called Flynn quietly, stepping closer to him.

Flynn finally looked up and glanced around at the three of them, but he said nothing. He was still in complete shock, unable to accept the impossible scene had just happened before his eyes.

Magnus turned around to him slowly, stepped forward, and said coldly, “I won the bet.”

Flynn’s eyes locked onto Magnus. The tone in Magnus’ voice was terrifying. Instinctively, he backed away until his spine hit the wall.

“Jasmine, give him your bank account number,” Magnus said, eyes never leaving Flynn. “This corrupt doctor owes you two million dollars, and he have to transfer the money right now as he promised.”

“Wait, wait!” Flynn raised one hand like he was begging Magnus to stop. “This can’t be right. This... this has to be some kind of trick! There’s no way a woman who’s been in a coma for three years just wakes up like this, especially when her condition was deteriorating just minutes ago! This has to be some trick!”

Magnus didn’t budge. He looked at the nurse. “Check her vitals. Let everyone here know what her real condition is now.”

The pressure in his voice made the nurse jump into action. She hurried to the bedside and did what he asked. 

Flynn stood frozen, watching her every move with increasing dread. And when the nurse finally looked up, he already knew that whatever she was about to say it was the last thing he wanted to hear at that moment.

“Patient is stable now. She’s no longer in danger. All she needs now is proper nutrition and rest, just like he said.”

Magnus smirked coldly. He stepped forward again and slapped Flynn’s hand away—hard enough to knock it against the wall.

“Ouch!” Flynn winced, grabbing his wrist. Fear filled his eyes as he looked up at Magnus again.

“Two million dollars. Transfer it to my sister. Now.”

Realizing he was outmatched, Flynn pulled out his phone with trembling fingers. He had to retype Jasmine’s account number three times just to get it right.

“Done,” he said, drenched in sweat.

“Jasmine, check it,” Magnus said, glancing her way.

Jasmine looked at her phone, then nodded. “It’s in.”

“Good,” Magnus said. “Use the monet to finish Mom’s treatment. And I want you to transfer her to the best room in this hospital. Okay?”

Jasmine nodded again, still overwhelmed.

Magnus turned back to Flynn, eyes like frost.

“For now, I’ll let you go. But we’re not done yet,” he said. “Later, I will see the director of this hospital. I’m gonna tell him what you’ve done to my mom this past three years. We’ll see what will happen to your license after that.”

Flynn’s pupils dilated. He was shaking now—visibly. Without laying a finger on him, Magnus had broken him down to the core.

‘How much does he know? Does he really know what I’ve been doing to his mother all these years? Does he really know about my deal with the Barbosa Family?’ Flynn thought.

He was panicked. If the hospital director found out about this, his career as a professional doctor could end badly, immediately.

“Doctor, are you alright?” one of the guards asked, seeing Flynn’s face twist in fear.

The nurse also stepped closer, concerned.

Flynn didn’t answer. He turned and bolted from the room, leaving the guards and the nurse heavily confused.

Down the hall, Flynn straight to his office. Once inside, he slammed the door and double-locked it.

“Shit… What should I do now?!” he muttered.

He’d spent over a decade building his career. He wasn’t about to let it all crash and burn. He needed a way out. He need to think fast to find his way out.

His phone rang, surprised him. He checked who was calling. 

It was his secret client—Marco Barbosa.

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Marco stepped out of his sleek black Rolls Royce, eyes tracking the guards as they carried Julius toward the house.

Julius lay on the stretcher, groaning in pain, one hand covering his eyes. A blanket was draped over him from the waist down.

“Put him in his room. The doctor’s on the way,” Marco instructed.

The guards nodded and carried him inside.

About thirty minutes earlier, Marco had picked Julius up from Apple & Poisson after a frantic call from his son. When he got there, he was stunned.

Julius had been writhing in pain, showing him a broken right hand and a stab wound to his chest. Worse, the stink of urine was radiating from his groin.

Someone dared to do that to his son. Marco would find him. And he’d make him suffer.

But nothing prepared him for who that someone turned out to be.

According to Julius, a guy who looked exactly like Magnus showed up at the club, got into it over debt collection involving Jasmine, and he wrecked him and his friends.

At first, Julius claimed it couldn’t be Magnus. But the moment he saw this guy’s eyes, he knew that he was Magnus.

With his blood boiling, Marco had brought his son back home while calling in every favor he had.

He’d already contacted Flynn and ordered him to come heal Julius immediately. He’d also called Frank—his inside man at the police department—and had him pull CCTV footage from Apple & Poisson.

Now, just as Julius was being carried into his bedroom, Marco’s phone rang again.

Frank.

“What do you get?”

[Marco, you’re not going to believe this. It’s really him. He’s back.]

Marco’s eyes went wide. His chest filled with rage again.

“Are you sure?”

[Yeah. It’s him. His physical look is bit different but it’s him.]

A moment of silence. Marco entered his son’s bedroom with a fierce face.

“Julius said he’s coming for us. Seems like he already know what we’ve been doing to his familiy in the past three years.”

[You mean he intends to take revenge on us?]

“Most likely. But we won’t let that happen. We won’t give him any chance to do that.”

[What are we gonna do?]

“For now, I need you to track that bastard down and find out where he is. Once you find him, watch his movement closely. Here I’m gonna prepare something. When he is off guard, we will launch a surprise attack. I’ll make sure he pays for the terrible thing he had done to my beloved son!”

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