The Ex-Con at Her Wedding Was a War Hero

Chapter 009

A thundering shout erupted from Justin, his blue energy flaring around him like a raging fire. Hatred burned in his eyes.

The people around him were terrified, their eyes wide with shock as if they had encountered a terrifying beast. When they saw Justin's face, they couldn't believe it. He was supposed to be dead.

Trembling with fear, Emma stammered, "Justin? Why are you still alive? I thought the crash killed you!"

She stared at Justin in disbelief. The Porsche had flipped, and she had been sure there was no way he could have survived.

Pale and horrified, Ava added, "Justin, are you a ghost?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm still alive. And now, it's your turn to die," Justin replied, his voice cold and filled with menace. His gaze swept over Emma and Ava, making them tremble.

Emma couldn't wrap her head around it. How could anyone survive such a car crash?

Daniel was equally stunned, remembering vividly how the Porsche had crashed into the flowerbed and almost exploded. Yet here Justin stood, alive.

"Justin, you're still alive? Well, I'll just have to watch you die today," Daniel shouted. "Security, get him and beat him to death!"

The head of the security team, leading a few guards, charged in yelling, "Who dares to cause trouble at Mr. Anderson's wedding? Apologize to Mr. Anderson, or I'll kill you!"

"That's him! Tommy, Kill him!" Emma demanded, pointing a shaky finger at Justin, her eyes filled with spite. Tommy glanced at Justin, savoring his chance to impress the Andersons.

He thought with a smug look, 'You really helped me out big time, punk. I've been working at the Grandview Hotel for three years without a promotion. Today is Mr. Anderson's wedding, and if I make you suffer, I can get in with the Anderson family. So, I have to kill you today!'

With this plan in mind, Tommy swaggered over, pointing at Justin. "Slap yourself and apologize to Mr. Anderson, and maybe I'll spare your life. Otherwise, I'll fucking kill—"

Smack! Justin slapped Tommy so hard that Tommy's 200-pound body flew into the wall.

Gasps echoed through the hall as people shuddered. No one had anticipated such great strength from a criminal like Justin, sending Tommy flying into a wall with a single blow. It was the kind of strength that even heavyweight champions couldn't match.

Daniel's anger boiled over. "Get him! All of you! Kill him!"

As if on cue, around twenty Darkvipers charged at Justin, their weapons raised.

One swung a bat at Justin, who shattered it with a punch, then kicked the attacker hard enough to break a hotel pillar, toppling tables and adding to the chaos.

The people present were stunned by Justin's unexpected power after those five years.

Soon enough, guests fled the scene, petrified by Justin's might. Justin sent another thug crashing through a wall, leaving a hole in the wall.

Facing more than twenty gangsters alone, Justin fought with only his bare hands, sending the Darkvipers flying one by one. Even those who attempted to shoot him failed, as he dodged every bullet with ease, a skill honed after three years of survival and combat.

Within minutes, the once-celebratory hall was bloodied, bodies strewn about with a dozen gangsters moaning in defeat.

Finally, Justin grabbed a baseball bat and locked eyes with Daniel.

Daniel's face went pale. "Dragonclaw, help me!"

Yet Dragonclaw was paralyzed with fear. What he had just witnessed was beyond anything he could challenge. As a former mercenary, he knew when to recognize superior strength—and Justin's power had surpassed anything he could imagine.

"When you were at the Flores Villa, didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Well, here I am. But why are you trembling like a coward?" Justin taunted, stepping toward Daniel, each step echoing like a death knell.

As Justin advanced with a smirk, Daniel staggered back, calling out desperately, "Dragonclaw!"

Dragonclaw jolted into action, determined to make his move. Charging from the left, he bellowed, "Justin, I'll take you down!"

Swoosh! With a powerful punch aimed at Justin's temple, Dragonclaw unleashed a force of seven to eight hundred pounds, a blow that could incapacitate any ordinary person. But Justin caught the punch mid-air with his hand effortlessly, as if it were nothing.

Dragonclaw screamed as Justin twisted his arm with ease, then Justin delivered a brutal kick to Dragonclaw's chest, crushing his heart and stopping his breath in an instant.

"He's dead. Justin killed Dragonclaw!" Several gangsters, sprawled on the ground, watched in disbelief. Dragonclaw, one of their toughest leaders, was killed by Justin with a single blow.

Daniel was paralyzed with fear. "Justin, I made a big mistake. I'm sorry! Spare me, and I'll give you money, lots of it! You can even have Emma!"

In one swift motion, Justin swung the bat, hitting Daniel's head with a thud. Blood sprayed, the sound of cracking bones echoing as Daniel's body slid across the floor.

Shocked by the brutality, Emma crumpled to the ground. Trembling with fear, Ava fainted.

Justin closed the gap between him and Daniel with a menacing expression.

Just then, a sorrowful cry came from outside.

"Who hurt my son?" An enraged voice echoed through the Grandview Hotel as a portly middle-aged man rushed in, holding Daniel and wailing, "Daniel, what happened to you? Speak to me! Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill them!"

Fear rippled through the crowd. "It's Mr. Toby Anderson! This guy is in trouble!"

Well-connected in both political and underworld circles, Toby wouldn't let this slide. Justin's actions would lead him to death.

"Dad... Dad..." Blood trickling from his mouth, Daniel attempted to raise his arm, but his head was injured from Justin's strike, making any words strangled by labored breaths.

Toby clutched his son's hand, tears falling from his eyes. "Don't worry, Daniel. I'll get the revenge," he vowed. "I won't stop until the person who did this pays."

Setting Daniel down gently, Toby stood up, his eyes blazing as he recognized Justin. "It's you, you damn beast!"

Toby's fists trembled as he recalled his regret at showing mercy years ago. He should have had Justin killed in prison. His voice was bitter and cold as he said to Justin, "Five years ago, I sent you to jail. Today, I'll make sure you know that in Riverwood, I can kill you whenever I want. Everyone, get in here!"

With Toby's command, the crowd noticed dozens of gangsters entering the venue, all armed and pointing their guns at Justin.