The King of War Powerful Return

The cold breeze swept through the entire harbor area, quiet and deserted except for the roaring wind and the sound of waves lapping at the edge of the pier.

The bustling port, usually crowded, was suddenly closed off completely due to the presence of someone very important in the country. Ships that were docked were shifted to the reserve dock, leaving many people wondering who the significant figure arriving at the harbor might be.

Not long after, an aircraft carrier finally docked. Unlike other military aircraft carriers, this one wasn't filled with soldiers, and even when the ship reached the edge of the pier, there was no visible military activity.

Meanwhile, inside the ship, "Sir, we've arrived," said a female major named Cleo to a man who had been sitting at the stern of the ship.

There was no response, but the man in front of her promptly stood up from his seat.

With firm strides, the man in a black robe adorned with golden patterns and a red emblem on the front of his shirt descended from the ship. A specially plated car was already waiting for them below, with no escort except for a man in all-black attire who had been the driver waiting there.

With a cold and unfriendly expression, they continued walking. The Warlord known as The Red Eagle, whose real name was Brown, but everyone called him Father. Right below, Cleo quickly took the keys and opened the vehicle's door for Brown.

After ensuring Brown was seated calmly and comfortably, Cleo quickly got into the driver's seat and sped off in the luxurious black vehicle, leaving the harbor behind. Meanwhile, about 1 km away, a number of intelligence officers and snipers were stationed to guard the warlord throughout his visit.

"Are we going to see your wife soon?" Cleo asked with a speculative expression as she glanced at Brown sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror of the car she was driving.

Brown looked sharply, then averted his gaze to the right where a row of palm trees adorned the streets of Hielux city.

Cleo, who had been with Brown for the past 2 years, had become familiar with and understood Brown's character, despite the fact that he never spoke a word.

"Bougenvil Street 5, number 15." Cleo navigated the GPS system in the luxurious car to provide the fastest route to an address.

Meanwhile, in the back seat, Brown appeared increasingly restless and anxious. How could he not be? On his important journey to Zanadia Island, Brown had to change his travel plans after receiving a message from the intelligence he sent to watch over his family in Hielux city.

News of Clara, his wife's engagement, made Brown very anxious and distraught. He realized that leaving his wife on their second day of marriage had caused her anxiety, wondering if it would all come back to haunt him. And now, news of Clara's engagement had truly thrown him into a frenzy, shattering his concentration and diverting his focus since he received the news last night.

Therefore, Brown decided to immediately visit his wife's extended family, even though he still had a number of tasks to attend to.

"We've arrived," Cleo said, pulling over her car at a corner of the park on the edge of the residential complex, somewhat shielded from the direction of the large yard of a house.

Brown stepped out of the car, and Cleo immediately greeted him, helping him take off his ceremonial robe. "I've prepared a shirt and simple clothes for you to wear. Get changed now," Cleo said to Brown, who promptly obeyed.

Everyone knew about Cleo's closeness to the warlord. In the past 2 years since they were brought together at the border of Gornia and Bardiez, Cleo and Brown had become inseparable. The beautiful woman, a two-star mayor, was the only person Brown trusted to accompany him wherever he went.

The outbreak of conflict at the border, which transformed Brown into a warlord, was a reality unknown to Clara, his wife whom he abandoned 5 years ago.

Despite secretly keeping an eye on his wife's family by ensuring intelligence watched over them and ensured their well-being, Clara never knew that the prosperity enjoyed by her family during the war was thanks to Brown's intervention.

"Isn't this the useless man named Brown?" Alex's greeting immediately caused several guests at the party to glance at Brown.

"What are you doing here? How dare you show your face in this place again?" The insult from his father-in-law, who approached him, rang out loudly. "I came to take Clara away," Brown said, continuing to walk through the guests towards the front where Clara was standing with a man he didn't recognize.

"You worthless man, how dare you come here! Leave or I will make you regret it, you will feel ashamed for the rest of your life! You poor excuse for a man!" Jack said contemptuously.

Brown's steps came to an immediate halt, his emotions escalating especially after hearing Jack's last sentence calling him a poor man.

"I came to pick her up, I don't want to cause any trouble!" Brown said, continuing his steps.

"I'm sorry, but you should reflect on yourself first. Are you worthy of Clara or not?" Alex said sternly, blocking Brown's path.

The tension between the two men grew, making the situation at the engagement event extremely chaotic and uncontrollable. Some guests began to speculate on what would happen next, especially after learning the identity of Brown, the man who had previously abandoned Clara.

"Why did you come back, Brown?" This time, a soft voice sounded in Brown's ear, immediately sending a strange sensation throughout his body.

Brown turned to see Clara approaching from his right side, looking beautiful and graceful in a simple yet fitting dress on her proportionate body.

"Tell me, why did you come back after leaving so abruptly on our third day of marriage?" Clara's gentle voice was heard again, but the sharpness of her hatred-filled gaze towards Brown this time easily pierced the king of war's heart.

The beloved face he longed for was now staring at him, demanding an explanation for what had happened to her once.

Somehow, behind Clara's serene and gentle voice, it felt like hundreds of bullets piercing his body, leaving the Warlord standing there, powerless, under the hateful gaze of the woman he loved dearly.