THE ALMIGHTY GENERAL

SIX

John clawed at Alister’s wrist, gasping for air. His face turned red, veins bulging in his forehead.

Alister sneered. “You want to talk about the afterlife? I’ll send you there myself.”

Lance’s fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palm. His entire body trembled with rage.

Alister turned to him, tightening his grip on John’s throat.

“Sign the papers, Colton,” he said coldly. “Or I will end this old fool right here.”

Evelyn’s voice pierced the hall. “Stop! Leave him alone!”

Alister’s head snapped toward her. His sneer deepened.

“You… you immoral woman.” His voice dripped with mockery. “Now that your so-called husband is back, you’re pretending to be a loyal wife?”

His laugh was cruel, ringing through the hall.

“For the past ten years, you’ve been w*****g around, jumping from bed to bed—”

He moaned loudly, mimicking obscene noises.

Lance’s rage snapped.

Evelyn’s face burned with fury. “Stop slandering me!” she screamed.

Lance's blood boiled and he had had enough.

He lunged forward, and the guards rushed forward—

Which was a big mistake.

Lance’s fist crushed into the first guard’s jaw. c***k!

The second attacked. Lance sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and flipped him over his shoulder. The guard slammed onto the stone floor.

A third rushed in with a baton—Lance caught his arm, twisted—SNAP! The guard screamed, his elbow bending the wrong way.

Alister’s smirk vanished.

Lance locked eyes with him, he leaped into the air and his boot slammed into his stomach.

Alister flew backward, crashing through chairs.

Evelyn and Rachael immediately caught John to prevent him from falling to the ground.

There was silence as the crowd gaped.

Alister groaned, coughing up blood.

Even his family stood in awe by his moves. Rachael had the expression of yes, that's my dad!

Alister coughed up blood, his body twitching in pain. His eyes widened in disbelief.

“How..." "How dare you…” he gasped.

Lance’s glare burned like fire. He stepped forward, his fists still clenched.

“Not only will I hit you,” his voice was deadly calm, “I’m going to kill you today.”

Evelyn’s hands shot out, grabbing his arm. “Lance, please don’t!”

Nicholas scoffed. “The audacity.” His voice was dripping with disdain. “A mere deserter dares to raise his hand against us?”

The chief’s expression darkened. “Lance Colton, you are a disgrace to Prescott."

"Go down on your knees, admit your mistake and beg for mercy for what you just did!”

Lance’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

“Kneel?”

“None of you,” he said, darting his fingers at the officials. “are even worthy to stand in my presence.”

Alister’s fingers twitched as he slowly pushed himself up, his body aching from the impact, but his face twisted in rage.

Lance’s words cut deep, his pride shattered in front of everyone. His breathing was ragged as his fury boiled over.

His eyes darted to a fallen guard’s baton.

With a snarl, he snatched it up and lunged toward Lance’s back—

Which was a very big mistake.

Lance, ever alert, spun around in an instant. His hand shot out, grabbing the baton mid-swing.

The baton flew out of Alister’s grasp as Lance twisted his wrist, forcing him to release it.

Before Alister could react, Lance’s fingers clenched around his collar.

He yanked him close.

Their faces were inches apart.

Lance’s eyes were dark, merciless. A chill ran down Alistair’s spine.

“You tormented my family while I was away,” Lance growled, his grip tightening. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t end your pathetic life right here.”