Dragon Major General

Chapter 3

“And who are you???” Macron’s voice exploded across the hall, loud and sharp, his anger no longer hidden as he stared directly at the man who had just interrupted everything he had planned.

Jasmine’s vision was slightly blocked by the veil covering part of her face, something they had forced on her ever since her condition worsened, but even through it, she could see him.

The man.

He didn’t look like the police.

And even if he was, the police wouldn’t dare step into this place and challenge Macron like this.

So who was he?

Why did he walk like he wasn’t afraid of anything?

Mendel said nothing.

Not a single word.

He just kept walking forward, step by step, his movements calm, steady, like nothing around him mattered.

“Hey!!!” Macron shouted angrily, pointing at him. “Guards! Drag this man out of here!”

The command was immediate.

Several men rushed toward Mendel at once, their footsteps loud as they closed in on him, ready to take him down without hesitation.

But Mendel didn’t move back.

He didn’t even step aside.

Instead, as one of the beggars nearby stumbled in fear, Mendel calmly reached out and took the umbrella the man was holding.

And in the next second—

Everything changed.

The first guard reached him.

Before the man could even react, Mendel moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

The umbrella in his hand struck sharply, precise and controlled, hitting exactly where it needed to. The guard dropped instantly, not even understanding what had happened.

Another came from the side.

Mendel turned slightly, his movement smooth, almost effortless, and struck again.

Then another.

And another.

He didn’t run.

He didn’t chase.

He stood in one position, yet none of them could even get close to him.

It didn’t look like a fight.

It looked like control.

Like every movement had already been decided before it even happened.

The hall fell into complete silence.

People who were laughing before were now frozen, watching in disbelief as trained men were taken down one after another without even landing a single hit.

Even Jasmine’s parents stared, their faces filled with shock.

Within moments—

It was over.

The guards were all on the ground.

Mendel stood there, still holding the umbrella, completely untouched.

Not a single mark on him.

He slowly lifted his head and looked at Macron.

“Are these all your men?” he asked calmly.

Macron didn’t answer immediately.

For the first time, there was something different in his eyes.

Fear.

Not loud.

Not obvious.

But it was there.

Mendel noticed it.

And for him… that was enough.

Around them, the beggars and ragged men began to scatter, some running away, others stepping back, no longer wanting to be part of whatever this had turned into.

But Mendel didn’t care about any of that.

There was only one person in his mind.

Jasmine.

He walked toward her.

Slowly.

When he reached her, he lowered himself slightly and gently took her hand, his grip firm but careful, like he was afraid to hurt her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Jasmine blinked, her lips parting slightly.

“Uh… I…” she stuttered, her voice weak, her mind still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.

She didn’t understand it.

But she felt it.

That he wasn’t here to harm her.

“How dare you?!” Macron suddenly shouted again, his voice louder now, trying to cover the fear that had started to creep in. “You come into my villa and interrupt my occasion? Who do you think you are?!”

Mendel didn’t even look at him at first.

Instead, his eyes stayed on Jasmine.

“Who gave you the right to force a wedding on her behalf?” he asked calmly, finally turning his head slightly.

“And who are you?!” Macron demanded again.

But Mendel didn’t answer.

He didn’t think Macron deserved one.

“Come with me,” Mendel said softly, his attention returning to Jasmine as he gently held her hand.

Behind him, his assistant quickly stepped forward and took hold of the wheelchair, preparing to move her.

Macron kept shouting.

Yelling.

Demanding answers.

But something had changed.

Even though he was still speaking, his voice no longer held the same power.

Because no one moved.

No one stepped forward to stop them.

Not the guards.

Not the guests.

Not even Macron himself.

Mendel walked behind them as they began to move toward the exit, his presence alone enough to keep everyone in place.

Grey carefully helped Jasmine settle into the car, making sure her injured legs were placed properly before closing the door gently, and Jasmine just sat there without moving, her hands resting on her lap while her mind kept spinning in circles because everything that had just happened felt too unreal for her to process properly, and she could not even tell whether she was still in danger or if she had somehow been pulled out of it.

The car began to move, smooth and quiet, and the silence inside only made her thoughts louder as she stared through the window without really seeing anything, her heart beating slowly but heavily like something was pressing against it from inside, and even though she wanted to ask questions, she could not bring herself to speak because she did not even know where to begin.

After some time, the car slowed down and then stopped, and when the gates in front of them opened, Jasmine’s eyes widened slightly behind the veil because what she saw was nothing like she had expected, the entire place looked massive, far beyond anything she had ever imagined, and even compared to Macron’s villa, this one felt more powerful, more commanding, like it belonged to someone who stood above others.

This was the Major General Villa.

Even without seeing everything clearly, Jasmine could tell that this place was not ordinary, and that only made her more confused because she could not understand why she had been brought here of all places, when just a short while ago she had been forced into a situation where she was treated like she had no value at all.

Grey stepped out and helped her down again, rolling her wheelchair slowly as they moved inside, and Jasmine kept looking around, her eyes taking in everything while her thoughts continued to clash against each other, because nothing made sense, and the more she tried to understand it, the less it did.

Then Mendel spoke.

“Take off her veil.”

The moment she heard that, her body stiffened, and fear crept back into her chest so quickly that it almost felt like she had never left that hall.

“Please… don’t…” she said weakly, her voice shaking because she already knew what people saw when they looked at her face, and she did not want to see that reaction again, not from him, not after everything that had just happened.

“It’s fine, Jasmine, we are not going to hurt you,” Grey said in a calm and steady voice, trying to reassure her, and even though she hesitated, there was something in his tone that made her feel just a little less afraid.

She slowly nodded.

Mendel stepped closer without saying anything else, and with a simple motion, he removed the veil from her face, revealing everything that had been hidden beneath it, the scar that marked her skin and told the story of everything she had gone through.

For a brief moment, Mendel looked at her.

Then he let out a quiet breath and turned his gaze away.

It was not disgust.

But it still hurt.

Jasmine noticed it immediately, and her heart sank because she had seen that reaction before, the way people tried to hide what they felt, the way they looked away like they did not want to stare, and even though he had saved her, she could not stop the small thought that formed in her mind.

She lowered her eyes again.

The assistant pushed her wheelchair forward, and they moved deeper into the villa while Mendel walked ahead of them, and everything inside looked even more overwhelming than outside, the space, the design, the feeling of it all, it made her feel small, like she had been placed somewhere she did not belong.

She could not stop thinking.

Who was this man?

He was clearly not one of the five great families, but he had power, that much was obvious, and that only made things more confusing for her because she could not understand why someone like him would involve himself in her life.

Then another thought came to her.

Was she taken here against her will?

Her fingers tightened slightly again.

“Come in,” Mendel said, his tone calm as he gestured for them to move further inside, and Jasmine followed without resisting, not because she fully trusted him, but because she had no strength left to fight anything anymore.

Time passed, though she could not tell how long, and the silence between them stretched in a way that made everything feel uncertain, like something important had not yet been said.

Then suddenly, Mendel spoke again.

“Take off your clothes.”