The Dragon King's Revenge

Chapter 2

Kane stood silent, then stepped back and set the flowers down.

Kneeling on one knee, he reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle labeled "tears of the firebird." He brought out six cups, set them down, poured the drink into each, then lit incense.

He clasped his hands together and prayed silently.

After his prayer, he opened his eyes and looked down at the cups.

"Papa, I am sorry. You stood valiantly with Uncle Paul and Runger; there wasnt anything I could help you do then." His voice was bitter, as he tried to bite back the pain that held his throat.

"I have seen what they have turned your beautiful Karndor into; they have made it a playground of crime and corruption. The air doesn't feel like the calm mystic breeze that once covered us. The sins of the ruling power have dampened it, but I swear on my honor. I will make sure Order will be restored."

He turned to the next cup.

"Mother, I failed you. I couldnt protect them; I am sorry. There isnt a night I dont think of them." Kane clenched his fists; the air around him cracked as dark aura flowed from his body.

"Mother, I promise you. I will make sure that those who had a hand in your death, I will rip their lives off the face of the earth."

He turned to the next two cups, bowing his head as he thanked his uncles for helping them escape.

With a heavy sigh, he slowly turned to the last two cups, about to speak when roaring engines broke his concentration.

He looked back and saw a pack of motorcycles and one jeep coming toward him. They parked right outside the mansion.

He counted nine motorcycles, two men on each.

Ignoring them, he turned back to the little cups and continued his meditation.

"Oi!"

A voice cried out from behind him, but Kane didnt bother to stop what he was doing, knowing it was directed at him.

"Who is this idiot? Doesn't he know that this property is under the name of the Vincents now?"

The man continued, walking over to Kane, who seemed to be meditating. He held a shovel in his hand, hanging it on his shoulder.

"Hey, don't you know we are speaking to you?"

The man asked, but Kane didnt reply.

His eyes turned to the lit cups and incense, and all he could imagine was something nasty.

"You are mourning someone? Don't tell me you're one of those hopeless people who believed that the Black Family deserved to live..."

Then the entire area filled with laughter, as if they were mocking him for it.

"He is mourning a family that deserves to be killed on the spot; this man must be a fool!"

Kane ignored them, though his anger seemed to boil.

The man stopped laughing; he noticed Kane had completely ignored him and made it look like no one was there.

He turned to the cups and incense, not even thinking for a second; he walked over and kicked them down.

"Dont you hear, ya bum?"

His voice had a sting of contempt, knowing he had managed to take down something.

"You aren't meant to be here, so take your ass off this place before I remove you. Boss Kylian would be here soon, so the last thing I want to do is allow him to meet some bum where he is trying to walk."

The man finished by spitting right into the last cup he had missed.

That was the last straw; Kane turned his gaze to him.

Slowly, he rose from the ground where he knelt, bowed, and looked this man in the eye.

"Clean it up..."

Those were the words that left his mouth.

The man turned to look at Kane and saw a strange glint in his eyes.

"Huh? Do you know who you're talking to? I can smack you in the head, and nothing will happen!"

The man yelled. He smiled and waved his shovel around Kane's face, trying to intimidate him.

Kane didn't flinch or react; his gaze was still on the man.

"Clean it up."

He spoke again, his eyes on the man.

The man didn't know why this stranger was giving him orders, or what he planned.

But then he turned to where Kane had placed the cups, not to pick them up. He walked over and kicked the last one away.

"You see, I don't give a rat's ass what-"

Before the man could finish talking, he felt his entire body go up, then was sent down to the hard concrete floor with such powerful force that it broke two of his ribs and fractured his face.

"Ahhhh!"

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, while Kane put his foot over his face.

The other seventeen men immediately pulled out their weapons, shovels, sledgehammers, and crowbars.

They were ready to strike and kill Kane on the spot.

"Hold on!"

A voice echoed from right behind them; Kane even raised his head to see who it was.

A man walked toward them with a cigar in his mouth, and four men stood at his sides.

Kylian Stone, he was the boss of this site, a crook construction manager who spent his time womanizing and doing other things that made him dirt.

"I see you have your leg on my worker; now, for your own safety and life, I would advise you to take it off before I let the others come for you," Kylian said to Kane, trying to get him to act accordingly.

Kane didnt act like he saw the men standing there; he couldnt care less.

"Tell him to clean up the mess he made, and pay respects to the dead," Kane said, his voice calm, his gaze as sharp as blades.

Kylian heard him and suddenly burst out laughing.

His laughter was mocking; as his eyes met Kane's, he could hardly keep it in.

"Respects to the dead? You want my worker to pay respects to this worthless family? The Blacks? The ones who held Karndor back for all these years?!"

Kylian continued laughing as his voice grew louder; he turned back to Kane.

"Death was too good for the Blacks; they should have kept them alive and tortured them to death. Maybe not Sasha Black; that woman was endowed! I would have given up my riches to have myself between her legs."

Kane's aura slowly began to twist the air around him as his gaze sharpened on Kylian.

"Now, sonny boy, take your feet off my worker. So these men won't kill you off immediately. I have a party to attend." Kylian said, turning to walk away.

Kane increased the force on his leg, crushing the man beneath his sole.

"BOSS KYLIAN, HELP ME!"

"BOSS KYLIAN HELP-'"

Those were the man's last muffled screams before Kane crushed his skull with his feet.

Kylian paused, sighed, and turned to look at Kane, who stood there with pure rage in his eyes.

"You could have lived, but I see you chose death..." Kylian spoke, waving his hand.

The seventeen men charged for Kane, all at once.

Kane, who had been waiting for them to make a stupid move, closed his eyes and sighed.

Almost like a blur, he held out his hand like a blade. Kane moved; using his hand, he slit open the throats of the men coming to attack him.

Some he punched his hand through their chest; he plucked out most of their eyes.

Screams of horror and pain filled the air. Kylian froze, stunned to see such a thing.

All seventeen men were dead. Kane stood there with his right hand bloodied and his eyes in his left hand as he glared at him.

Kylian swallowed hard and stepped back.

The four men standing right beside him pulled out guns, pointing them at Kane.

"Just...who do you think you are?!" Kylian asked, looking at the man standing before him.

Kane waved his hand, wiping the blood away. He slowly looked at Kylian and his men.

"Your judgment."