The Formidable God Of War

Chapter 9

Rage rolled off from the God of War in waves, pulling every officer under his eyes maddened to the last white.

Some were already collapsing to the floor as the air had been snapped off from their lungs.

The almighty commander in chief. Fierce and looked up to by everyone, Lily livered. The whole of his being becomes like Jelly.

But he could not leave everyone to die from his incompetence. Gulps after gulps ran down his throat and fright gripped his essence.

But looking at everyone, he held on firmly to his cell phone.

"Please confirm if he's dead or not!" His voice shook in fright.

A moment of doubt crept into the mind of the supervisor. 

'There's no way in the world that anything or anybody can get the commander so frightened!' He thought, staring at his contact again.

And there was no way in the world he could have mistaken the commander's voice and security-tight contact.

"Are you out of your senses or you didn't hear my instructions!" The commander thundered, bringing the young man back into consciousness.

That was his commander for sure.

The supervisor ran quickly to the gallows. His eyes searched through for the skinny man that had caught his attention early.

The executioner turned to the supervisor.

"There's something wrong with the gallons!" He muttered in fright.

"Good good!" The supervisor said with relief, his hands placed firmly on his chest getting the executioner deeply confused.

"And James Thompson?" Mayan quickly inquired when he could not find any resemblance to the young man.

"Back to the waiting room..."

"Get his name off from the list. He's going home free!" 

The executioner nodded his head in obedience, not daring to argue.

Mayan drew in a deep breath of relief, returning to his cell phone.

"He's alright commander. I will process everything in a few minutes and release him!"

"You must be out of your mind!" Even the calmest of words instigated the commander's anger.

"Do you know how many lives you're playing with?" Mayan could sense the heat of the commander's rage and fear in his ears.

"Release and sort of the rest of the details later on. If the need be!" He glared through his phone.

"Okay, sir." Mayan shook off the fright, happy that he wasn't at the other end of the phone.

Whatever that had gotten the commander, known to be always calm to be this frightened, was as deadly as it could be and he didn't want to have anything to do with it.

Mayan quickly called off seven guards, a stylist, and a hairdresser to get James Thompson ready for his release in the grandest of manners.

Whoever this James of a person was, even though he didn't catch the eyes at first for the right reasons, he had to have been someone related to someone powerful.

Maybe the president of a Guild... Or the head of a battalion. 

And as such, he had to be treated with as much royalty as was available to them. 

"Love my head just where it is... On my neck!" Mayan muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the phone, Mazzle had schooled his looks back into neutrality, his gaze clear and his aura no longer suffocating everyone in the room.

But the heat from his previous rage could still be felt, and the loud buzzing of the ambulance that came to those who fainted was a constant reminder of how deadly the God of War could be.

As much as the commander wanted to act normal, his steps still shook talking to Mazzle, alongside his heart.

"Do you want to see him?" He inquired with his head bowed, not daring to look into Mazzle's eyes.

After cogitating over it for a few moments, Mazzle returned.

"Send him to his daughter. My face would be the least of faces that he wants to see at the moment."

The commander wanted to ask why Mazzle would help somebody that doesn't even like him.

But he quickly swallowed his words, remembering the events of the last few minutes.

Least he hangs himself with his own hands, alongside with everyone present there. Or maybe everyone in the city.

"I have other things to take care of!" He muttered.

"Okay God of War. If there's anything you need. I will get it done!" He noted with a bow.

Without more ado, Mazzle left the hall and headed off to the streets.

He had already contacted somebody to meet him up. The person that he had instructed to keep an eye on his family while he was away in battle.

And since he had been gone for such a long time, there were a lot of things that he needed to catch up with.

Immediately Hector sighted him from afar, and he quickly bowed.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, God of War!" He bowed.

"There's no need to be so formal!" Mazzle returned, but his demeanor spoke of every bit of formality.

"I presume that you have every bit of information that I will be needing today? I don't want you to hold back, tell me everything that happened to my wife's company and how she is so bankrupt that she cannot even pay off such a small loan she got from the Sinclairs.

And why did she even have to get such a loan in the first place!"

After taking a deep breath, Mazzle's information began.

"After you left, it was difficult for your wife emotionally but she was still finally stable.

This, the Sinclairs weren't happy about. They saw her as an asset to the family to be used to and they hated the fact that she was independent.

But she was resilient and wasn't ready to give in to their demands. So they collided with Jackson."

The name caused a whirlwind of negative emotions to rise through Mazzle's lungs. Jackson was a name that he was easily familiar with.

"And while playing sheep, Jackson worked with one of the persons that he's flirting with, the queen of the fashion and beauty world to pull her down.

Tina.. Her father is the second most powerful man in the city. And being in a trade war with someone so powerful for no reason was not easy for her.

So Kira struck a compromise that ended her... Absorbing her company into that of Tina's. And that was how she crashed!"

"And I presume Kira knows nothing about this?" 

"No, she doesn't, your Highness!" The informant returned.

Jackson had always been a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Let's give them a taste of their own medicine!" Mazzle mused.

"Contact the Beauty giant of the World... New World Beauty and informs them that the God of War would want to have a private meeting with them.

And as for my wife. Send her an email... Informing her that an overseas beauty company wants to invest in her company..." Mazzle rolled off the instructions while Hector took notes.