THE RETURN Of the LEGENDARY KING of WAR

007: A Bad Omen Waiting To Happen

Andrew watches her scramble for escape. She wants to act? Then he will be her guest! He wants to see how far she can go. How much of a fool she can be before enacting his judgment.

The door opens a few minutes again and a sharply dressed man steps in, his expression unreadable behind his dark glasses.

His ID badge briefly flashes on his waist, an emblem so exclusively classified, most people never see it twice. Valencia quickly stands to his feet, and walks up to this man.

Andrew smirks internally, almost rolling his eyes. ‘What, an FBI? Really?’ he thinks. He sees as everyone shifts but is not bold enough to say something. The air in the room crackles with electric tension.

“Yes, who is it?” The man that walks in asks proudly, shamelessly tucking a strand of Valencia's hair behind her ear. “Who dared to rattle you?”

‘A lover?’ Andrew speculates, eyes watching the man like a hawk.

Valencia points towards Andrew. “Him! He just comes here and says he's a board member when he's not! And he's even bullying me. Dylan, won't you fight for me?” Her voice turns coy.

“Of course, I will.” Dylan replies, walking towards Andrew, but just instantly, he stops, stiffening, his eyes narrowing as he catches a glint of something at Andrew's chest, barely visible beneath his lapel.

It's a polished emblem carved from obsidian and silver, a symbol few recognize and ever fewer survive after crossing.

Dylan only catches a glimpse of it when he accompanies Mr Thomas, his supervisor, to a high-profile, classified event. He had to practically beg before Mr Thomas finally agreed to take him along.

Back then, Dylan asks if those are the only Generals in existence—and he immediately notices the way Thomas stiffens. Because the name of the remaining one isn't something that can be spoken freely.

‘Could this man be…?’ he thinks. He hasn't seen this kind of emblem, but judging from how well carved it is—even better than the ones he's seen—then this must also be a high profile person he shouldn't trifle with.

Dylan's hands tremble slightly as he pulls off his glasses.

“Dear God,” he mutters.

Valencia straightens. “Yes, arrest him already. He just walked in and—”

Before she can finish, the man's hand swings with shocking force! The slap lands square across Valencia's cheek, sending her reeling sideways in her chair!

“You foolish woman!” Dylan snaps, voice thunderous. “Do you have any idea who you've summoned me to confront? Are you trying to destroy my entire career?! What were you thinking?”

Valencia stammers, caught off guard. “B-but I didn't know—”

Her face twists to the side again, as another slap lands on her other cheek, this time, louder and heavier.

“You call someone of this rank a… trespasser?” He whispers. Just the mention of what he has just said could land him in prison.

The room has descended into chaos now, and yet Andrew remains completely still, arms behind his back, expression unreadable, like this all plays exactly as he expected.

“I—I didn't know,” Valencia pleads, stumbling backward. Her phone clatters to the marble floor.

“Now,” the man hisses through clenched teeth. “Bow and pray he doesn't take this personally.”

“What?!” She whispers, eyes now wide with horror.

Dylan doesn't repeat himself. He roughly grabs her shoulder, pushes her down by force until she's bent at the waist in front of Andrew.

“I'm sorry, sir,” Dylan says as sweat drips down his head. His voice is now low and terrified, as though he's begging for both their lives. “She…she didn't know. Please, forgive the insult.”

Andrew's eyes barely flick to him. He waves his hands, signalling the man to leave. He feels he is so insignificant to even talk to.

At this point, Valencia is already praying for this man to ask her to leave too. She is now utterly terrified of him! And to think she still doesn't know who he is! She will have to ask Dylan who he is. That's if she escapes this.

Poor Dylan, who is now thanking his stars, nods and begins dragging Valencia out.

“Did I say you could leave?” Andrew finally speaks, voice calm but cruelly cold.

Both Dylan and Valencia go still at once, their bodies tensing at the sheer coldness in his voice. The coldness saps the strength in their legs and it starts to shake.

“B-but you said we could leave,” Dylan summons the courage to speak but his voice comes out as a whimper.

“Hmm,” like a devil, Andrew tilts his head a little to the left, “I did?”

He releases his aura before he speaks next, freezing everyone and everything in the room to the point that the glass walls begin to rattle. “And what about all she's done? Isn't she going to pay for it? Or…”

He drags the last word, before words that almost made Dylan knell spill from his lips, “you love her so much that you'd want to take her place?”

Valencia watches in horror as Dylan hysterically shakes his head and she knows she is done for! There's no escaping this now, not when Dylan looks so shaken up.

“No, no, sir. Please temper justice with Mercy,” he pleads for his life.

Andrew breathes out, retracting some of his aura. He looks at him like some ants before waving his hand again.

This time, Dylan doesn't think twice before scurrying out like the ant that he is, leaving a horror-stricken Valencia at his mercy.

“Now,” Andrew says, “where were we?”

Valencia and the board members she has a leash on trembles from the inside. It seems like the air conditioner stopped working.

While Mr Diego has a small smile on his lips. He has been praying for someone who can put Valencia in her place one day, and this mysterious man suddenly appears. That serves her right.

“Whatever your name is,” Andrew starts, like calling Valencia's name will lower his standards, “are you guilty of everything in the file? I'll advise you not to lie or face the consequences.” He growls slowly.

Valencia hasn't even finished nodding when Andrew snaps his fingers. Without delay, a group of intimidating men in black storm into the boardroom, their presence a cutting blade.

One of them seizes Valencia by the shoulders with ruthless force and she whimpers, while the others move swiftly to the chairs of each corrupt board member, gripping them just as firmly. There is no hesitation and there is no mercy.

As they drag Valencia out, a thought forms in her head. Maybe if she agrees to do anything for him, then she might go free?

“Please sir, I'll do anything for you!” She cries! “Name it, and I'll do it.”

She shudders when cold air from Andrew's blazing fury hits her squarely.

Andrew clenches his hands, fresh wounds reopening. He hates them, now more than ever, he hates them, women especially! They can do anything to get what they want and then discard you like nothing!

And one by one, he is going to deal with them! This… this is just the beginning!

In the McCalls mansion, inside the dinning, Elizabeth McCalls sneezes twice, goosebumps suddenly wrapping around her body like a bad omen waiting to strike!