The Supreme Commander Returns

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven - Untouchable, the Unknown Man the World Knows.

"I don't know the right adjective to qualify you. Stupid? Bold? Definitely stupid. You came into this place alone to play a hero for a kid..."

"She's my daughter." Draven snapped his voice off, his voice firm. Then his voice dropped to a cold dangerous edge. "And you dare to use her for your dirty game. You don't deserve to live."

Viktor's expression wavered slightly. He had always known the kid had no father, that Alessia had given birth to her and the irresponsible man vanished from her life, but this unknown man had just shown up, claiming to be her father.

Natasha narrowed his eyes on Draven, smirking mockingly.

"So, you're the irresponsible trash she spread her legs for." She scoffed, looking at him from head to toe. "A cop who hired bodyguards to protect him just to prove he's powerful. You're still a weakling. A man who bailed from real responsibility after entertaining himself with a woman.

Draven didn't react. He simply stared at her with an intense gaze like she wasn't even worthy of his words.

Then Viktor burst into laughter. His men laughed along with him.

"Father?" He scoffed. "You came alone to play the hero for your daughter. I don't care whatever relationship you have with her and Alessia. They both belong to me now and you are doing nothing about it."

Viktor stepped back with a cruel wide grin spreading over his face.

The three men who came with him stepped forward. Each one of them pulled out crude weapons. Knife, Baton Reinforced with nails and Cutlass.

One rolled his shoulder, flashing a deadly ugly grin. Another cracked his neck, brandishing the silver blade threateningly.

Natasha grinned with all teeth— cruel and satisfying.

"You're finished now without your hired bodyguards protecting you."

"Kill him," Viktor snapped, "Don't touch the girl." He said and sank into a chair, leaned back with a relaxed posture and crossed his legs with the anticipation of the intruder's blood.

The biggest one among them with the tattoo of a roaring Lion on his upper arm pushed the two other men backward and stepped forward confidently, he was armed with the Reinforced Baton.

He walked towards Draven slowly, dragging the baton behind him. The metal sent small sparks into the air from the contact.

"I will handle him alone." He said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

" Then you're going to die first." Draven said coolly, his voice conversational.

"Hehehe..If I were you, I'll be on my knees right now, pleading for my life to be spared" The thug grinned with all teeth. "..maybe iol just break your bones. But then you're foolish. And that is what's gonna kill you."

Immediately he finished, he charged straight at Draven, her heavy feet cracking the concrete beneath his feet.

The spectators leaned in with bright eyes of anticipation.

"He's dead!!"

"There is no way he'll survive this!"

"He's finished!!"

The thug swung his Baton. The metal whistle faintly through the air, coming for Draven to shatter his face.

Draven didn't move instantly. It was until the last second. He simply titled his head effortlessly. The baton swooped past his head cleanly yet Julie was balanced safely on his arms. He straightened back with an impossible speed and closed the gap, his fist shot out with a devastating force that could shatter brick. It connected with the thug's chest. Something cracked in his chest before he was sent flying across the room, skidding through the sitting arrangements several meters before his body slammed against the wall with force.

His weapon clanged beside him, useless.

"You...what.." His eyes widened in horror. He gasped blood from his mouth and died on the spot.

Gasps rippled across the hall.

"What the heck?!"

"Did he just kill him with one punch?!"

"Who is this man?!"

Viktor shifted slightly on his seat, his arrogant smirk wavered slightly.

Then his head tilted slightly to the side. "So, you can fight, Huh?"

He clapped his palms as though he'd just got entertained.

The two thugs had shock plastered across their expression. They hadn't expected the outcome.

The man that was just killed was bigger than each of them. The two of them added together were his size.

Yet, Draven had ended him without even dropping a single sweat.

Viktor became infuriated. He slammed his palm against the hand rest

"What are you all doing!! Kill the bastard!! Now!!" His scream was visceral, laced with desperation and anger.

And so, the two men circled around Draven— one with silver Dagger, the other with— Cutlass.

Draven didn't have the intention to fight there— he only wants to leave the place quickly with Julie. Her safety first.

Yet, even when he was surrounded by the danger, he moved forward without the faintest fear in his expression.

"Kill him now!!!" Jackson shrieked.