The Warlord Comes Home

Chapter 001

The private Gulfstream jet cut through the cloud layer and touched down on the private airstrip of Haven Airport. The tires kissed the tarmac with a sharp screech, signaling the return of a ghost.

Conrad Stone descended the metal stairs, the hem of his black trench coat snapping violently in the coastal wind. He stood tall, his posture carrying the rigid, unbreakable discipline of a man forged in the fires of hell. His face was handsome but marred by a sickly, unnatural pallor—a stark contrast to the terrifying sharpness of his dark eyes.

Vroom.

A low, guttural rumble vibrated through the ground. A convoy approached, led by a sleek, elongated black Rolls-Royce Phantom, flanked by dozens of matte-green military-grade Humvees. They pulled up in a precise tactical formation, halting exactly ten feet from where Conrad stood.

"Assembly!" a voice barked, cutting through the wind.

The doors of the Humvees flew open in unison. Dozens of burly men in tactical gear poured out. Their movements were a blur of synchronized efficiency. In less than three seconds, they had formed two perfectly rectangular phalanxes, their combat boots slamming against the concrete with a sound like a single thunderclap.

"Salute!"

Every soldier turned toward Conrad, their hands snapping to their brows in a crisp, unwavering salute.

"Hail, Supreme Commander!"

Their voices merged into a single, deafening roar that echoed through the vast emptiness of the airfield, lingering in the air like the aftershock of an explosion.

Conrad remained expressionless. He simply nodded, calm and composed, and returned a standard military salute. It was a gesture of mutual respect, a silent acknowledgment of the blood and sweat they had shed together in the shadows of the world.

The rear door of the Rolls-Royce opened. A woman stepped out. She was dressed in a form-fitting black leather suit that accentuated her lethal curves, her face obscured by dark aviator sunglasses. When she removed them, she revealed eyes that seemed to burn with a crimson hue—eyes that had witnessed oceans of blood. An aura of slaughter, thick enough to choke a civilian, radiated from her.

Yet, the moment she stood before Conrad, that terrifying aura vanished, replaced by the docility of a loyal subordinate.

"Commander, we’ve located the target," she said softly, bowing her head.

"Go on," Conrad replied, his voice raspy. He waited.

Her name was Phoenix. She was his shadow, his enforcer, and the only person he trusted with his life.

"Her name is Celeste Lynn," Phoenix reported, her voice low and professional. "She is currently employed at The Cosmopolitan Tower. Someone has gone to great lengths to expunge her personal data from the public record. That is all the intel we have for now."

Phoenix glanced up cautiously, gauging Conrad’s reaction. Seeing his stoic expression remained unchanged, she continued.

"The entity known as Specter was tracked to Haven City a month ago but has since left Federation soil. Their current whereabouts are unknown."

She paused, taking a breath before delivering the news closer to home. "One week ago, Isabella Sterling of the Sterling Family completed a hostile takeover of Ascension Corp, formerly owned by the Lynn Family. She is now the acting Chairwoman."

"End of report."

"Understood." Conrad nodded. Suddenly, his chest hitched. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently. When he pulled the white cloth away, it was stained with a faint, crimson blossom of fresh blood.

"Commander!" Phoenix’s crimson eyes widened with panic. She immediately produced a clean silk handkerchief. "Is it the old injury? Did the fallout from the Battle of Nether Valley resurface?"

That battle had been legendary. Conrad had repelled an entire army, but the cost had been high. His body still carried the internal scars of that day.

"It’s nothing. Let’s move," Conrad waved her off, stepping toward the open door of the Rolls-Royce. "To the Lynn residence."

Once inside the plush leather interior of the car, Conrad fell silent. He leaned his head against the window, watching the cityscape of Haven City blur into streaks of neon and gray. The scenery rushed backward, dragging his mind into the abyss of memory.

Five years ago.

He had been a different man then. To save the Lynn Family from bankruptcy and to repay the kindness of Arthur Lynn, the patriarch who had taken him in as an orphan, Conrad had agreed to a political marriage. He became the matrilocal husband to Isabella Sterling, the jewel of the powerful Sterling Family.

He had been naive. He didn't realize he was a pawn in Isabella's grand scheme to steal the Lynn Family's trade secrets and commercial empire.

On their wedding day, the trap was sprung. There was no romance, only brutality. He was beaten, drugged, bound, and eventually thrown into the freezing ocean to drown like a rat.

But fate had other plans. He didn't die. He washed ashore, broken but alive, and was recruited into the most secretive special operations unit in the Federation: The Vanguard.

Five years of blood and steel. Five years of living in the shadow of death. He had been reborn in the fires of war. He rose to become the God of War, the King of The Vanguard, the shield of the nation.

Now, five years later, he had retired with honors. It was time to settle the score. The debts of the past, both of gratitude and vengeance, had to be paid.

And then there was the woman.

He couldn't forget her. When he had been kidnapped and held in that abandoned warehouse by the docks five years ago, there had been another victim—a cold, beautiful woman bound beside him. In the haze of drugs and pain, he barely remembered her face, but he remembered that she had saved him. He didn't even know her name.

Phoenix, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at her Commander through the rearview mirror. Seeing the profound melancholy in his eyes, she sighed internally. She knew him better than anyone. He was here for vengeance, yes, but he was also here for the woman named Celeste Lynn.

"We have arrived, Commander."

The car glided to a smooth stop in front of a three-story villa. It was a traditional design, once grand, but now showing signs of neglect. The paint was peeling, and the garden was overgrown with weeds—a symbol of a family in decline.

"Hmm."

Conrad nodded but didn't exit immediately. "Keep digging into Celeste Lynn," he ordered quietly. "I want a full dossier by sundown."

"Yes, sir."

Stepping out of the car, Conrad stood before the iron gates of the Lynn residence. He stared at the house. It was all so familiar, yet so distant.

"I wonder how Caroline is doing..."

The image of a vibrant, teenage girl appeared in his mind, and a genuine, soft smile touched Conrad's lips. It was a rare expression for a man who commanded armies. Caroline Lynn was Arthur's daughter. They had grown up together. If not for Isabella Sterling's intervention, they likely would have married.

He shook off the nostalgia and pressed the doorbell.

Ding-dong...

Silence. No footsteps.

Ding-dong...

He pressed it again. Still nothing.

Conrad frowned. That was odd. The Lynn Family shouldn't be empty. He peered through the gaps in the gate. The house was still, almost too still.

"Coming, coming..."

Finally, after a persistent third ring, the heavy oak door creaked open. An old man shuffled out, his back hunched, coughing as he walked down the path.

"Old Leo," Conrad called out, his smile returning. This was the butler who had served Arthur Lynn loyally for decades.

The old man began to unlock the gate but froze when he saw the face on the other side. He squinted, rubbing his eyes, and stared for a full ten seconds.

"You are..." Old Leo's voice trembled. "You are... Young Master Conrad!"

Joy flashed across his wrinkled face, but it was instantly replaced by a mask of sorrow. His shoulders slumped further.

"What’s wrong, Leo?" Conrad asked, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

"Oh, Conrad... you’re too late," Old Leo choked back a sob. "The Master... Arthur... I fear he won't last the night."

Boom.

It felt as though a thunderbolt had struck Conrad directly in the chest. The smile on his face froze, then shattered. In less than three seconds, his expression morphed into something terrifying—a savage mask of predatory rage.

"What happened to Dad?" he demanded, his voice dropping to absolute zero.

Arthur Lynn had always been healthy. Five years was not enough time for a robust man to wither away naturally.

Before Old Leo could answer, a couple walked out of the house. A young woman in a white dress, her figure elegant and slender, clung to the arm of a handsome man dressed head-to-toe in designer luxury brands.

"Leo, who is it?" the woman asked impatiently.

Her gaze landed on Conrad. Her face went pale, as if she had seen a ghost. She stumbled back a step. "You... You are... Conrad Stone?"

"Caroline, it’s been a long time," Conrad said, instantly suppressing the murderous aura he had emitted a moment ago. This was his childhood friend, Caroline Lynn.

"Why aren't you dead?!" Caroline’s face flushed with a mix of shock and anger.

"It’s a long story," Conrad replied simply. He didn't blame her for the outburst; he had been missing for five years, presumed dead or a runaway.

"Conrad..."

The handsome man beside Caroline narrowed his eyes. A flicker of recognition passed through them, followed immediately by a look of mocking disdain.

"So," the man sneered, "you're the trash who ran away from the Sterling wedding five years ago. I can't believe you're still breathing."

The scandal between the Sterling and Lynn families was legendary in Haven City. Even now, people gossiped about the groom who vanished.

"And you are?" Conrad looked at the man, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I’m Caroline’s boyfriend, Julian Reed."

The man tightened his grip around Caroline’s waist, his eyes challenging Conrad with open arrogance. "Caroline told me everything. Because of you, the Lynn Family was crushed by the Sterlings. There is still a bounty on your head, yet you dare to crawl back to Haven City? You have a death wish."

Conrad fell silent. He looked at Caroline, his eyes complex. "Caroline, is that how you see it?"

Caroline bit her lip, her expression conflicted. Finally, she steeled herself and looked him in the eye, her face cold.

"Since you’re not dead, I won’t pretend," she said flatly. "I know why you came back. You came back for me, didn't you?" Her eyes filled with disgust. "Give up. I don't want my boyfriend to misunderstand anything. You destroyed my family. Every time I think of you, I feel sick."

She looked him up and down with a sneer. "Look at you. Five years gone, and what do you have to show for it? No car, no house, cheap clothes. What woman would want a loser like you?"

She turned and beamed at Julian. "Julian is different. He promised to use his connections to save our family business. He is the one I need."

"..."

Conrad sighed softly. Five years of war had burned away his desire for romance. He viewed Caroline more as a sister now. But seeing her like this...

Things change. People change.

Conrad’s eyes went flat. He stopped engaging with them and walked past, heading straight for the living room. He needed to see his foster father. Fortunately, his training in The Vanguard included advanced field medicine and traditional healing arts.

"Stop! Who said you could go in?"

Julian Reed laughed coldly, reaching out to grab Conrad’s shoulder. Although Caroline claimed to hate Conrad, Julian knew they were childhood sweethearts. The very thought made him jealous. He wanted to humiliate this intruder in front of her.

Suddenly, Conrad stopped. He whipped his head around and shot Julian a glance.

It was just a look. But in that split second, Julian felt like he had been dropped into a pit of ice. Terror seized his heart. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the pavement with a pathetic thud.