The King Of War Returns

Chapter 35

Norman’s body stiffened like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Y-Yes… Yes, I understand,” he stammered, eyes wide with panic.

His legs trembled as he pushed himself to his feet, sweat running down his temples. Without another word, he turned around and marched outside, his movements stiff and robotic, like a man walking toward execution. Behind him, Bob and John stumbled, still dazed from the earlier humiliation.

The moment the heavy front door opened, a cold breeze greeted them—but what truly hit harder was the sight of the gathering crowd.

Dozens of neighbors had already assembled outside. People peeked from balconies and windows, some with jaws dropped. Others had their phones raised, already filming.

“Get down,” Norman muttered to his lackeys. His knees hit the pavement with a thud.

Bob and John followed, groaning in pain and shame. They knelt exactly where they were supposed to earlier—out in the open, exposed, humiliated in front of the neighborhood.

Whispers spread like wildfire.