Revenge Of The War God: Blood For Blood!

“We’re under attack! Retreat!” “Retreat!” The young man clad in military uniform shouted continuously, falling back step by step. His army of tens of thousands was collapsing like waves. At this moment, if he didn’t realize what had happened, he would truly be a fool. He had charged forward, leading the frontline, but had unwittingly stepped into the trap that "that person" had arranged with the enemy. He had expected to win glory but instead suffered a devastating defeat, narrowly escaping death after being severely injured. Tens of thousands of soldiers, then thousands, then hundreds, then dozens—finally, only a few were left fleeing under the relentless downpour of artillery fire. The young man clutched his bleeding chest, his body wracked with pain, humiliation, and most of all, burning hatred in his eyes. It was because he had trusted "that person" that he ended up like this. Was today the day of his downfall? The day when an undefeated war god was betrayed and fell on a cold battlefield? No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t die like this. He might lose the battle, but he couldn’t lose the war. The tens of thousands of soldiers who had fallen under his command—he had to avenge them, to make "that person" pay. The young man looked up at the sky, gazing into the misty distance. His legs moved slightly, and with that, the wound on his chest tore open, blood pouring out. Biting his lip against the pain, he clutched his chest and leapt off the cliff, not knowing what lay beneath. If there was a river, perhaps he’d survive. If he could live through this, he would surely seek revenge! In the distance, the voice of "that person" echoed with the enemy soldiers: "He jumped into the ravine! Find him! Alive or dead, we must see his body! Do not let him escape!” [...] Three years later. Whiskey—a place where the rain is as beautiful as a painting, and the women are as exquisite as jade. In March, the streets and alleys of Crimson City were bustling with people coming and going, countless beautiful women dressed scantily, their allure like flowers, captivating the hearts of many. In a hotel room, Ethan Wang had just finished his shower. Wearing a bathrobe, he sat on the sofa in the living room, admiring the beauty in front of him. The woman’s figure was perfect—about 1.7 meters tall, with seven-centimeter heels that made her look even taller. She wore a short Olympic uniform skirt, with long, stocking-clad legs and a flawless, delicate face. Her red lips and affectionate eyes made her look like a goddess in every man’s dream. “Tracy, why did you ask me to come here in the middle of the night?” Ethan sat with his legs crossed, lighting a cigarette and slowly taking a puff. Tracy Jake—27 years old, a music teacher at the Crimson Academy of Performing Arts, and a goddess-level teacher at the academy. The number of men pursuing her could form a line that stretched overseas. But no one had ever won her heart. Yet now, in the middle of the night, she had asked Ethan to meet her in a hotel… and they were alone in the same room. This made Ethan feel both surprised and excited, yet also nervous. Tracy’s red lips curled slightly: “I invited you here, of course, to do what should be done. Do you even need to ask?" She was breathtakingly beautiful. Ethan couldn’t help but swallow hard: “Isn’t our relationship moving a bit too fast?” Tracy’s beautiful eyes twitched slightly: “Isn’t seizing the moment something men like you always talk about?" Ethan took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled thick clouds of smoke: “But I’m a married man." Tracy brushed her hair back behind her ears and smiled nonchalantly: “I don’t mind." What…? Are all women this open nowadays? Before Ethan could respond, Tracy swayed her body like a water snake, stepping closer to Ethan, speaking seductively: “It’s a beautiful night, why waste it?" Ethan glanced at Tracy’s face, catching the faint scent of her perfume, and gulped again: “If my wife finds out… I’m dead." Tracy placed her hands on Ethan’s shoulders and whispered through gritted teeth: “As long as we both stay quiet, no one in the world will ever know, right?" Ethan’s eyes widened as he muttered: “But what if…" Tracy, biting her lip, said: “If your wife finds out, then… I… I’ll be fine with being the little wife... even... a mistress..." Damn... Ethan’s worldview shattered. A woman like this was something men could only dream of. Countless wealthy men had failed to win her over with their fortunes, yet here she was, willing to be a mistress? Why? Was it because he was handsome? Yeah. It had to be that. Faced with such a situation, any man would act without hesitation. To hesitate would mean Ethan was scum. But to hesitate would also mean… he was worse than scum. Scum or worse than scum. This was truly a dilemma. Seeing Ethan hesitate, Tracy blinked her beautiful eyes and sighed: “What’s taking you so long? Or… are you not a man?” This woman was truly a seductress. Ethan took another deep drag on his cigarette: “It’s not about whether I’m a man or not.” “Then what is it?” Tracy inquired, though she was still luring Ethan down a path of no return. “You’re my wife’s best friend. What if she asked you to test me... wouldn't I be walking into a trap?” Ethan slapped his thigh. Stay calm. He has to stay calm! Heaven and hell are often just a single thought apart. Tracy trembled slightly, clearly losing the confidence she had before. Trying to reassure him, she said: “You don’t trust me?” Ethan replied: “I don’t trust my wife.” A shiver ran down Ethan’s spine as he thought of his cold, beautiful wife, Rebecca Nicholas. One wrong move, and every step afterward would be a mistake, leading to a total loss. Tracy said gently: “Don’t worry, my relationship with her isn’t that close." "Besides, I’m a proud, beautiful, and talented woman with a background no less than Rebecca’s." "The number of men pursuing me is even more than hers." "Why would I ruin myself for her? And use my body to test you?" Her words were truly touching. Right, who would be willing to use their own body to help a friend test their husband? Moreover, Tracy was a goddess. If Ethan continued to doubt her sincerity, wouldn’t that be insulting her noble intentions?