The Unexpected General

Chapter 4

"How dare you! How dare you lay a hand on me!" Bobby's anger flared.

His sharp eyes darted toward Calvin’s grip on his wrist. Just being touched by this man felt like an insult.

Their gazes clashed for a brief moment. Bobby had to admit—Calvin exuded an unsettling confidence. But just because he was in the military didn’t mean Bobby would be intimidated. He was certain Calvin’s strength was nothing extraordinary. Defeating him shouldn’t be difficult.

"You’ll pay dearly for this." Bobby gritted his teeth, trying to yank his wrist free.

But then, his eyes widened in shock. Something was wrong. Despite using all his strength, Calvin’s grip didn’t budge—not even slightly. Instead, it felt as though his hand was completely locked in place.

"How…? Why is he so much stronger than me?" Bobby’s mind raced as he struggled.

His breathing quickened, his disbelief growing as he stared at Calvin. He had severely underestimated him. Calvin’s strength was far beyond what he had expected.

"You were the one who attacked me first," Calvin stated coldly. "You’re the insolent one here."

He remained perfectly calm, his grip on Bobby unwavering.

Bobby’s rage reached its peak. His body trembled, and his face turned an alarming shade of red. "How dare you insult me! You don’t even know who I am!" He pounded his chest with his free hand.

Even now, Bobby took great pride in himself. He wanted to crush Calvin, to put him in his place, but he had already realized that Calvin's strength was beyond his expectations.

Quickly, his mind spun for another way to dominate the situation. He decided to use his words.

"I am a god of war!"

He straightened his posture, trying to intimidate Calvin.

"I’ll count to three. If you don’t release me, I guarantee you’ll face serious consequences." His voice carried an air of confidence, certain that Calvin would surrender in fear.

A smug grin spread across Bobby’s face.

"Defeating you would be effortless for me. With my bare hands, I could crush a tank and wipe out hundreds of war elephants!" He declared boastfully.

But then, his expression shifted, revealing pure fury toward Calvin. "Let me go, or the special forces will be after you soon."

Calvin raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "You’re a god of war?"

Bobby nodded arrogantly. "Yes, I am the undefeated god of war. Get ready to face serious trouble in your life."

Calvin nearly burst into laughter. "No god of war talks as much as you do." His words were sharp and mocking.

Bobby’s face twisted with rage. How dare this man insult him? "Shut your damn mouth!"

"I spent 20 million dollars to marry Miss Claire, and you dare come here and ruin everything!" His eyes gleamed with fury. "I will never forgive you."

Calvin remained as composed as ever. "I’ll compensate your 20 million dollars."

Bobby laughed out loud, finding the claim ridiculous. It was impossible for an ordinary soldier to afford such an amount. He was convinced that Calvin was simply making things up to steal Claire away from him.

Everyone knew Claire was a stunning woman—the dream of countless men. Like any other man, Bobby was certain Calvin only desired Claire’s beautiful body.

"Don’t try to fool me!" Bobby raised his fist, preparing to land a punch on Calvin’s face.

But at the same time, Calvin suddenly released his grip and shoved Bobby forcefully.

Thrown off balance, Bobby’s body crashed into a table covered with neatly arranged wine glasses.

Everyone was stunned, unable to believe what had just happened. Bobby had just declared himself a god of war—how could a god of war be defeated so easily?

Bobby’s body trembled once more, this time with overwhelming rage. Calvin had completely exhausted his patience. With fury blazing in his eyes, he stood up and roared, "You bastard! This time, you're really going to die."

His breathing became rapid, his blood boiling inside him. He prepared himself to launch an attack on Calvin.

Claire was filled with worry. She had heard countless stories from Bobby about the battles he had fought. Remembering all of them now, fear gripped her heart.

Desperate, Claire stepped in to block Bobby. She turned to Calvin with concern in her eyes. "Stop this, Calvin! He has won many battles—you could die at his hands."

She hoped Calvin would understand and back down a little. She just didn’t want him to die a meaningless death because of Bobby’s fury.

Meanwhile, Calvin remained standing calmly in his place. However, he quickly realized that Bobby’s rage had blinded him to his surroundings. Bobby was so consumed by his anger that he didn’t even notice Claire standing right in front of him.

Bobby’s fist was about to hit Claire, but Calvin reacted swiftly. He pulled the woman into his arms, shielding her from the attack.

Without hesitation, Calvin delivered a powerful kick, sending Bobby flying once again.

Bobby’s body crashed into a table filled with carefully arranged dishes. Plates of food toppled over, some landing on his body and even smearing his face.

A few people rushed over, trying to assist him. One of them extended a hand. "Sir, are you alright?"

But Bobby, still seething with anger, slapped the hand away forcefully. "Get out of my way!" he roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

Gritting his teeth to endure the pain, Bobby struggled to his feet. His fists clenched tightly, his entire body trembling with rage. "You bastard! I will never forgive you!" His furious shout echoed through the crowd.

As he locked eyes with Calvin, a chilling realization dawned on him. Even after all that had happened, Calvin remained as calm as ever.

"Why is this man so strong? What should I do?"

Though Bobby had never actually defeated thousands of enemy soldiers, he was no stranger to fighting multiple opponents at once. In all his years, he had never lost a fight.

And yet, Calvin’s actions had nearly shattered his pride.

Bobby suddenly remembered something, and a confident smirk spread across his face. "Yes, I have this." His hand reached behind his back, feeling for the pistol he had hidden there.

"I'll shoot him quickly, and he'll be dead for real." Bobby grinned as he attempted to pull out the gun from beneath his suit.

But Calvin had already noticed his movement. His sharp eyes flicked downward, catching sight of a shattered wine bottle at his feet. Without hesitation, he snatched it up.

Just as Bobby drew his pistol, Calvin hurled the broken bottle with precision.

"Arghhh!" Bobby's scream echoed through the room as the jagged glass pierced his hand, cutting deep into the bone. The pain was unbearable, and his fingers could no longer hold onto the gun. The weapon slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor.

Within seconds, the doors burst open with force, and several people entered, carrying various items in their hands.

Brian’s eyes widened in shock as he turned to the group. "Who are you?" His gaze was filled with suspicion.

One of the men, Jacob, stepped forward and spoke firmly. "We are here to deliver the dowry for Miss Claire from Mr. Calvin, along with 20 million dollars."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.