The Supreme Ruler

Chapter 6

A dozen guards walked in. Looking bulky and fierce, ready to ripe Hudderson apart, skin and bone.

"That's him." The guard jagged a finger at Hudderson. "The little prick who has gotten tired of living."

Chief Smith stepped forward, his face straight and sharp and he asked. "What happened?"

The guard straightened himself, his chest puffing. "He tried to force his way into the ball. I warned him, even took my time to explain the protocols but he remained adamant, daring to produce a fake pass."

The chief frowned deeply. "You're coming with us young man. After this you will think twice before playing dirty games."

"Serves him right!" Hissed the grey haired lady, her eyes flashing.

Bitterness bled in her tone, she herself had once been rejected for a fake pass and watching Hudderson's torture brought so much excitements."

But Hudderson's voice remained almost too calm as he leaned forward and muttered. "What if I decide that I'm not coming with you?"

His voice carried no weight but something unseen rushed off from him like a tide, causing breathes to hang in throats and and the air to thicken.

"What's... what's happening!" Smith mustered heavily, bewildered. A strange chill tightened into his heart as his eyes met with Hudderson gaze. Fear, raw and unfamiliar tugged him. "Is this some kind of dark arts?" His lips pressed tightly.

"Terrible for you to think that we are offering you a choice!" Smith managed, regaining his stance.

"More funny to think that you can make me do anything against my will." Hudderson answered. He was the Supreme Ruler and they were just, overly pampered guards that had never had the true taste of war.

The crowd gasped, bewildered by his audacity. Even if he wasn't outnumbered, these were men were the Sinclair's elites, hardened in ice and fire and capable of immobilizing a dozen martial artist. And this fragile looking young man dared to defy them.

"He definitely has a death wish!" Someone scoffed.

Smith's jaw clenched. If anything, he despise being threatened.

"Brute force it is. Buddle him." Smith ordered the rest of the force.

The guards close in, circling Hudderson on every side.

"Doesn't even have a fighting stance for his claim. Didn't ever think that anyone could be this pathetic!" The guard muttered with spite.

However, before they struck, groans erupted through the air. Everything had happened too fast for the eyes to follow.

"Such a pathetic stray mutt. His cries are so loud they could fill a bank!" Chatters filled the crowd.

"Another one of the broke fools that felt they could walk up to somewhere they had no business had been adequately shoved back in their place.

The sneering guard's smirk, widened. His head was filled with thoughts of Hudderson being the one in gross pain.

Until the dust began to settle. His certainty flustered alongside the whole of his being. The groans had not come from Hudderson. In contrast, he was standing so causally, like he had not even thrown a punch.

Smith gasp aloud, disbelief ripping through the crowd.

"How's this possible?"

"How was he even able to defeat them? Talk more about such a period of time!" The murmurs rise in confusion.

The crowd swelled panicked breaking through awe.

Some quickly backed away, frightened for their lives.

"Dark arts." The grey-haired lady shrieked, trembling. "I sensed it all over him from the beginning!"

"Yes. That's the must be it!" Others agreed quickly.

"That's the only way he he could have defeated them."

"No wonder he was so bold, such Vile tricks!"

Smith's face hardened and his fist clenched.. He has suspected just as much a few moments ago and he knew just how to deal with such people.

"Let's see how long you can go on with this!" He was raised his hands and a few minutes later, fifty crises management guards stormed in, in a prepared manner, weapons glaring.

They closed in. Hudderson, unarmed and innocent faced did not so much as flinch.

They launched at Hudderson but before they could strike, the roar of an engine cuts through the tension.

A car sleek car speed into the courtyard, multiple cameras flashing right behind it in awe.

And unlike the rest that had been around earlier earlier, this was totally different. It carried a presence and aura that made everyone pause.

Only four people in the city of Mog carried such presence. The forerunner of the second most powerful figure in the city of Mog right after the governor. The God of War.

The crowd broke into ripples of awe and shocks. That the Sinclairs had being able to pull the Almighty forerunner of the God of War to their ceremony was almost beyond their wildest imaginations.

Phones instantly appeared, recording what was believed to be an historic moment.

The guard straightened; his chest puffing with pride.

And Hudderson. He had almost been forgotten.

The guard'a face broke into a smirk. 'The Ambassador was going to ask what the commotion was about and he was going to step up and narrate his beautiful feat of catching the culprit that almost disrupted the Sinclairs' wedding ceremony.'

"My day just couldn't get any better!"He thought smugly.

The Ambassador Saint stepped forward. The guard squared his shoulders.

Now it was definitely over for Hudderson.

"What a wrong time to come up with such a scheme!"

"Nature is sure as a way of dealing with a hardened criminal!" Members of the crowd muttered deep comments.

Getting to him, he stretched his hands in a welcome. He wasn't spared even a glance, left burning red with shame.

His stomach sank and his face burned from pale to purple.

"At least. That bastard, Hudderson is finally going to be dealt with." That was the only consolation that held him back from hoping that the earth would open up and swallow home.

But when Ambassador Saint got to Hudderson, the entire hall froze.

The Ambassador bowed low, almost lowering is head to the earth.

"Welcome to Mog. Master!" Shock thundered through the crowd.