Unrivaled Dragon King: God of War’s Revenge

The First Drop of Blood

The hallway was silent, but the air felt heavy, like a storm was about to break.

Alex descended the stair, his footsteps clanking on the marble. His mother-in-law Martha followed him. Her visage was pale and was covered with rime of tears and snot and the eyes in her face were still full of venom.

Where do you suppose you're heading? Martha screamed, and caught him by the arm. "You crazy fool! Have you heard who was on the phone? That was one of Don Viper's men! Should you out there and deserve them they will here come and kill us all!

Alex stopped. He gazed at her hand which hung on his arm. His eyes were so chilly that Martha involuntarily dropped it, and stepped aside, as though it were ice she touched.

They spotted my wife, he said to Alex. His voice had no feeling in it. "They are already dead. They just don't know it yet."

"You... you are delusional!" Martha shrieked. "You are just a soldier! You must have been cleaning toilets in the army five years! Don Viper owns the police! He owns the banks! He owns the city! What have you to do with a rag like you?

SCREECH!

Their argument was interrupted, however, by the sound of tires screeching.

There was an outburst of three black SUVs that drove around the corner and hit the brake pedals in front of the broken gate of the villa. The doors sprang away and a dozen men leaped out. They were dressed in black suits and were carrying baseball bats and steel pipes.

They didn't look like guests. They resembled executioners.

Martha's face turned white. Her legs failed her and she fell to the floor. "It's over... They're here! They heard you on the phone! We're all going to die!"

The head of the thugs, a bald man with a snake tattoo on his neck, kicked the broken gate open. He spit and waved his bat at the house.

"Hey! Old woman!" the bald man shouted. "The Don is tired of waiting! Well, this is just what you should give me by night, said him, this deed and the body of the girl, lest we burn this place by your hands!

He laughed and his men laughed with him. They stamped in the yard and trampled over flowers which Alex had planted five years prior.

Alex went out onto the porch. He placed his hands in his pockets of his cheap grey coat.

Who had you the right to walk upon my grass? Alex asked.

The laughter stopped. The thugs looked up.

The bald man squinted at Alex. "Who is this beggar? Did you employ a bum to guard you, Martha?

The thugs broke into laughter once more.

"Hey, beggar!" The bald man went on, his bat swinging. Lose yourself, before I snap your legs. This is Viper Clan business."

Alex didn't move. He was standing on the steps, and staring down at them as a king looks at ants.

Viper Clan, I said, and tried the word. "Good. I don't have to go look for you."

"You want to die?" The face of the bald man twisted with anger. He hated being ignored. "Break his knees!"

Two thugs rushed forward. They brought up their heavy steel pipes and swung them furiously against the legs of Alex.

Martha screamed with her eyes covered at the doorway. "Don't kill him! I don't know him! He's just a stranger!"

BANG!

A bellowing was heard in the yard. However, it was not the sound of bones breaking.

The sound was the smashing of steel.

Martha opened her eyes. Her jaw dropped.

Alex hadn't moved. He had simply raised one hand. He had got hold of the steel pipe between his bare fingers.

The thug who was holding the pipe attempted to draw it back, and it would not move. It was as though it were pinned in a mountain.

"You..." The eyes of the thug were agape with terror.

Alex looked at him. You see this is the hand you touched the house of my wife with.

CRACK!

Alex squeezed his hand. The heavy expert steel pipe was as soft as paper.

Then, Alex kicked.

It was a mere front kick which no eye could follow.

BOOM!

The thug was thrown into the air as though struck by a truck. He crashed on the bald leader, knocking them both on the black SUV. This struck so violently that the car door sunk in.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The other thugs froze. Looking at all this, they looked at their friend, coughing up blood, and then at that "beggar" on the porch.

"Monster..." one of them whispered.

"Kill him! All of you, kill him!" the bald boss screamed, and he could hardly stand.

Ten men charged at once.

Alex sighed. "Too slow."

He vanished.

Alex had simply disappeared to the eyes of Martha. There was a grey rush to tear across the yard.

SNAP. CRUNCH. THUD.

A man had fallen every time Alex moved. He didn't use fancy moves. One punch to the chest. One chop to the neck. One kick to the knee.

It wasn't a fight. It was a massacre.

During a second all twelve men lay on the ground grovelling with pain. Their legs were bent in the unnatural way.

Alex was at the center of the carcass. His coat wasn't even wrinkled. The man did not have a drop of sweat on his forehead.

He went to the bald leader crawling there in terror.

Alex stepped on the man's hand.

"AHHHH!" The bald man screamed.

"Shut up," Alex said. He pressed down harder. "I have one question. If you answer, you live. Otherwise, I will strip the skin out of your face.

The bald man gazed inside the eyes of Alex and saw hell. He nodded frantically. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"Where is Don Viper?"

He... he is at the Grand Emperor Hotel! the man sobbed. This is the Night of the Annual Auction! The big families are all there! He's hosting it!"

"The Auction," Alex muttered.

He remembered. It was five years ago that Sarah and he got married in the Grand Emperor Hotel. And there the man who killed his wife was celebrating.

"Perfect," Alex said.

He struck down the bald man on the face, and rendered him unconscious.

Alex produced a black phone--a military encrypted phone whose number only the five persons in the world knew.

He dialed.

"My Lord!" Immediately a voice came on the other side. This was General Talon, head of the Western Division of the Dragon Temple.

"Talon," Alex said. "I found the rats."

"Give us the order, Lord! The Dragon Guards are willing to incinerate the city!

"No," Alex said. "Not yet. I want them to feel fear first. I would like them to know that death is approaching.

His gaze was on the insensible thugs.

Talon, bring out a coffin to the Grand Emperor Hotel. A big one."

"A coffin, sir? For whom?"

Alex stared in the direction of the city skyline and the lights of the Grand Emperor Hotel were shooting brightly in the distance.

"For the Don," Alex said. "I'm going to crash a party."