Chapter 3 (Alexnader The Great?)
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Mason chuckled. “What’s this lowly man..supposed to be dead, doing here and even bragging? Guys! Break his leg!”
The thugs cracked their necks and lunged.
The first swung a fist. Alexander met it head-on; his punch landed before the man’s nose. He was very fast. The huge thug dropped instantly, nose shattered, screaming. “My nose. I can’t feel it!”
The second came at him with a chair. Alexander ducked low and drove a kick into his ribs. The thug flew backward, coughing blood.
Another grabbed Alexander’s arm, trying to twist it. Alexander seized his wrist and wrenched it back until bone snapped like dry wood. Crack!
The man shrieked and collapsed. “I’m doomed. My hand is gone!”
The last thug roared and charged. Alexander pivoted, swept his legs out, and when the man hit the floor Alexander stomped down hard. A sickening crack echoed as the leg bent the wrong way. The thug’s scream tore through the room.
“Yaaaaa!” Blood dripped around. One thug clutched his face, another his ribs, another his useless wrist. The last rolled on the ground, clutching his ruined leg.
Alexander stood there, heaving like an elephant. Mason’s grin dissolved; his face turned white. “No… no! He’s not a man… he’s a demon!”
Mason staggered back, then bolted for the door, fleeing in terror. Alexander just let him go—his eyes were fixed on his woman, weeping on the floor.
Alexander stood there, chest rising and falling, breath heavy. The groans of the broken men faded to nothing. His eyes were red.
His wife, Kate…she was on the ground, trembling, tears soaking her face.
For five years he had been giving his blood to the country, while here, his woman had been suffering, humiliated, nearly raped. The shame crushed him.
Kate struggled to her feet. Her legs wobbled. She wiped her tears with her sleeve, then raised her eyes. There he was. A tall, broad, standing like a wall in front of her, the man she loved, the man she hated.
“Alexander… is that really you?” Her voice cracked.
His chest ached. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. She stiffened as Alexander hugged her. “It’s me, Kate… I’m back.”
“You left me! You abandoned me! Five years, Alexander! You left me with nothing, with our daughter! I suffered and I was starved. I hated you!. You are a deadbeat!”.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I know. I’m sorry… I was trapped in war. It happened so suddenly right on the night before our wedding, and all our belongings was taken that very day. That was the reason I wasn't able to call”.
“Liar!” she cried, still hitting him weakly. “If you loved us, you wouldn’t have left us, no matter what…on our wedding eve!”
His arms tightened around her, unyielding. “But I’m here now. I will never let go again. Never again. I'm so sorry”
Her fists slowed and her sobs softened. Finally she collapsed into his chest, her tears soaking him.
“I hate you… I hate you so much,” she whispered.
“I will take it,” he said, kissing her hair. “Hate me, curse me…but let me stay.”
She clung to him tightly as if he could slip away. They stayed like that for a long time.
Then Kate withdrew, still weak and trembling. “Look…our daughter, Veronica, has a terminal condition. She needs surgery by tomorrow, and it’s three million dollars. That’s why I am here. I wanted to borrow money from him—”
Alexander’s face went still. He knew Kate had been pregnant before he left; she had given birth to a daughter he had never seen. Now the daughter is dying. He blamed himself.
“Don’t worry. No matter the cost, I will cover it,” he said simply.
Kate gazed up, relieved. “I said three million dollars. It’s a lot.”
He shrugged and said, “Not at all. I will take care of it.”
Kate was surprised by his calmness. The Alexander she had known and loved was a broke and poor man.
She was about to speak, but she was too weak and fainted.
“Kate!” he called, seeing her unconscious. Alexander carried her, in a princess-style in his arms. As he walked out, everyone gazed and looked in awe. Who was this man filled with aura!. And carrying his woman like a doll.
He stepped out only to meet Mason. Many cars were behind him. Mason hauled himself forward.
“You jerk, lowlife with no background. You dare beat up my men and intimidate me? You think you have power? I will show you what real power is”.
Then twenty men stepped out from the vehicles, all holding batons and some even guns. They were ready to kill.
But Alexander didn’t even glance their way. He lowered Kate gently into the blood-red Ferrari parked at the curb. His eyes were cold.
Then he turned to them, ready to fight.
“You want to fight? Do you know who they are…the Scorpion Gang?”. Mason snarled.
At once, Mason’s men slammed their weapons to the ground.
Bam! Bam! Bam! They fired shots into the air to intimidate him.
Alexander smiled. “Good thing you came back. I won’t waste resources finding you.”
“What is he saying? Kill him!” Mason barked. The man surged forward, ready to fight and even kill him.
Tk! Tk! Tk! Tk! Tk! A sound came from above and everyone stiffened, gazing up.
The night sky tore apart. Ten black helicopters swooped in, blades chopping the air like thunder. Spotlights flashed down, bathing the street in white fire.
“W-what the hell is this? What’s happening here?!” one thug stammered, trembling.
“Helicopters… what for?!” another gasped, eyes wide.
Ratatatatatata! Gunfire exploded. Dozens of masked mercenaries rappelled down ropes, landing with military precision. The Scorpion Gang didn’t stand a chance. Bodies dropped, screams filled the air. The mercenaries killed them mercilessly.
Mason’s swagger melted into terror. His men were torn apart in seconds. He staggered back and fell to his knees, begging before the bullets met him too. .
“Please don’t kill me! I surrender! Please!”.
Alexander raised his hand and they stopped, immediately bowing at his command. What’s the point in killing him now? He wanted to make him suffer and beg for death.
Alexander stepped forward and walked on the corpses. His aura was suffocating, everyone nearby immediately started snapping.
He stood over Mason.
Mason’s lips quivered. “Y-you… who the hell are you? Are you commanding these people? How is this possible?”
Alexander’s gaze cut through him, cold and merciless. He sneered. “I… am the God of War Marshal.”
The name hit Mason like a thunderclap. His eyes rolled back in horror. “God of War… M-Marshal?”
His scream died in his throat as he immediately fainted.
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