The Marshal's Last Battle

Chapter 8 (Who the hell are you!)

“How dare you come here and cause chaos in my hospital! You are finished today!” The voice shrieked so loud that everyone turned.

It was Director Richard, crawling out from the corridor. Though badly battered by Alexander, he still had audacity to talk!.

Alex’s eyes narrowed, his voice calm and cutting. “If not that I still need you to be on your knees and apologize in front of my wife and daughter, I would have killed you already.”

Richard bared his teeth in a laugh, half-coughing blood. “Oh, really? You think you are something just because you know some martial arts, just because you can fight? That will mean nothing when my uncle gets here. Do you even know who my uncle is?”

Alex folded his arms and scoffed. “I am curious. Who is he?”

Richard smirked, pride swelling. “That is how dumb you are. My uncle is the Commissioner of Police in this city. He controls every cop in this district. I have already called him. Once he arrives, consider yourself dead, because I will make sure he puts a bullet in your chest!”

Alex bent slightly, his gaze cold and merciless as he looked Richard straight in the eye. “Even if your uncle comes here, I will make sure he is the one to arrest you.”

“You are arrogant and foolish!” Richard spat. “Just wait and see!”

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed from behind the crowd. “Who dares cause trouble here and disturb the peace of this hospital?”

Hearing it, Richard’s eyes lit up with excitement. He pushed himself up on his knees and shouted, “You are dead! He has arrived! My uncle is here. Consider yourself finished!”

Cobra and Alex turned sharply, standing their ground, their bodies tensing for whoever was coming.

The crowd split like waves, and into view stepped a tall man in his late fifties, broad-shouldered and muscular despite his age. His uniform was spotless, his presence heavy with authority. Behind him marched twenty armed SWAT officers, their boots striking in unison.

The air turned suffocating. Whispers rippled through the hall as fear settled in the hearts of the onlookers.

“Uncle Boyd!” Richard wailed, scrambling toward him like a desperate child. “You came at last. This is the man—the bastard who beat me up, accused me falsely, and disturbed the peace of this hospital. Kill him for me!”

Commissioner Boyd’s face darkened instantly at his nephew’s plea. Fury twisted his features. He raised a hand and barked, “Push the crowd back! Clear the way!”

The police obeyed at once, shoving the onlookers aside, their rifles trained forward as the Commissioner prepared to confront Alexander.

Commissioner Boyd straightened, his chest puffed as though the entire room belonged to him. His tone was mocking, arrogant, drenched with authority. “So it’s true? You admit it? You really beat him like that?”

Alex stepped forward, unshaken. “Yes. I did. Because he deserved it.”

Boyd’s lip curled in disdain. “And what exactly could he have done that justifies you brutalizing him inside this hospital, in front of everyone? Who do you think you are?”

Alex’s eyes burned as he spoke. “Because this criminal sells children’s organs to the rich! That is what he does. I have the evidence to prove it.”

Boyd’s face twitched, the confidence faltering after hearing this.

But Richard, trembling and battered, dragged himself upright and shouted hoarsely. “Don’t listen to him, Uncle! He’s lying! He’s making things up, falsely accusing me! He’s spewing nothing about some poison!, he doesn't know what he is saying. Uncle, you have to avenge me, you have to!”

Commissioner Boyd snapped his gaze back at Alex, his pride and rage boiling over. “Even if my nephew committed such crimes! That does not give you the right to act as judge and executioner! Who are you to take justice into your own hands? That was wrong, and you will be punished for it.”

He raised his arm sharply, his voice cutting like a whip. “Officers! Beat this man down!”

The twenty officers surged forward like a pack of wolves, boots slamming against the tiled floor, hands tightening on their weapons. Richard’s grin widened, convinced the matter was already settled, and convinced Alex would finally be crushed.

“I told you! It’s over for you!”

But before the men could close in, Cobra, who had been standing silently, chimed in. “Commissioner… maybe you should pick up your phone first.”

Boyd barked a harsh laugh, glaring at him. “What nonsense are you spouting? Check my phone for what?”

And then, cutting through the heavy tension like a knife, Boyd’s phone began to ring just at the same damn time. He frowned.

The Commissioner stiffened and checked who was calling. Color drained slightly from his face as he saw the name flashing across the screen. It was a number he could not ignore, not in this lifetime. It was from the Minister of War.

He had never received his call before, though he had his number saved as protocol and procedure, but never in his life would he have thought the Minister of War would call him. He slowly picked it up in panic.

“Hello…”

“What!…”

“I don’t know… I am doomed!”

The call ended and everyone went silent.

Then he dropped to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut.

His face turned pale, as his lips trembled—

whatever he had just learned was enough to crush his world.