The General gave Greedy Wolf a once-over, then chuckled dryly, “And where are my guards?”
He had brought along eight elite soldiers. With all the commotion, how could they have stayed silent? The only explanation was grim-his men were likely already dead, all of them slaughtered.
Upon realizing this, his throat tightened as he swallowed hard.
“Who are you?” he asked, doing his best to keep his composure.
Greedy Wolf casually stepped further into the room, locking eyes with the General. Their gazes clashed like two swords, each testing the other’s resolve.
Having spent years by Kayden Scott’s side, Greedy Wolf had honed a razor-sharp gaze that could cut through deceit.
After a brief standoff, Greedy Wolf gained the upper hand.
The General’s confidence wavered; his eyes darted away, and he lowered his head, unable to match Greedy Wolf’s piercing stare.
Seeing this, Greedy Wolf tilted his chin up slightly and asked in a deep, commanding tone, “So, you’re the one bold enough to stir up trouble on Seclela soil?”
His words weren’t just a question-they were a challenge, delivered with the authority of a king.
The General’s face betrayed no emotion, but a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow.
It wasn’t fear of Greedy Wolf himself-rather, it was the unexpected loss of his men that shook him.
After a long silence, the tension was broken by the white-bearded foreigner who had accompanied him. “We’re just here to demand justice!” he barked. “Your people killed the brother of our country’s commander. How can we leave without a proper explanation?”
“Justice?” Greedy Wolf sneered, stepping fully into the room.
“Justice!” he repeated, his voice laced with contempt. “If the dead man deserved to die, what’s there to explain?”
The white-bearded man’s eyes widened in fury. “Watch your tone! Do you even know who you’re dealing with? You’ve killed members of our nation’s forces-do you realize the gravity of your crimes?”
His bluster filled the room as though he believed himself untouchable, like this was his territory to command.
But who was Greedy Wolf? The deputy commander of Seclela, the right hand of the nation’s war god, Kayden Scott. In the heat of countless battlefields, his name had become synonymous with fear, ranking him alongside the Zodiac Generals. To think this foreigner dared shout at him?
Greedy Wolf clenched his jaw, his chest puffing out.
“Alright then,” he said coldly, “let me kill you first.”
Without waiting for a reply, he took a single step toward the white-bearded chairman.
The chairman’s eyes widened in panic as he stammered, “General! He’s actually going to-”
Before he could finish, Greedy Wolf’s foot lashed out.
With a sickening thud, the chairman’s body slammed into the wall, his ribs cracking audibly under the force of the kick. The blow was merciless.
He crumpled to the ground like a broken marionette, clutching at the General as if to beg for help. But words failed him; the pain was too much.
The General didn’t even spare him a glance.
Greedy Wolf strode forward, his boot pinning the chairman’s chest to the floor. Leaning down, he growled, “Seclela’s soil is no place for your arrogance.”
“Hubris comes with a price.”
The foreign chairman, gasping for air, shook his head frantically. “No! You can’t kill me! I’m here to negotiate! If you kill me, it’s tantamount to declaring war on our nation. You’ll be starting a war!”
“War?” Greedy Wolf’s voice was as icy as his gaze. With a cruel twist of his boot, he applied more pressure. Blood gushed from the chairman’s mouth, staining his clothes and pooling on the floor.
Like squashing an insect, Greedy Wolf ended his life with an unflinching calm.
He had killed the foreign chairman right in front of the General. If this wasn’t provocation, nothing was.
The General’s composure faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. Fixing his gaze on Greedy Wolf, he demanded, “Are you declaring war?”
Before Greedy Wolf could answer, Coleman Vincent chimed in. “Deputy Commander! It was he who declared war first! Didn’t you hear him just now? He said he was going to kill us and wage war on our nation!”
“Oh?” Greedy Wolf’s sharp eyes bore into the General as he asked, “Declaring war, are we?”
The General knew this opponent was no pushover and wisely held his tongue for several tense moments.
During this silence, the two black soldiers who had been knocked down earlier began to rise.
Seeing their fallen leader, their rage boiled over, and one of them, who spoke some broken Chinese, roared, “That’s right! We came here to declare war!”
Greedy Wolf’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Good. If it’s war you want, then only one of you will leave Seclela alive.”
Always beside the dragon, and always commanding awe-Greedy Wolf’s every word and action carried the ruthless authority of someone forged on the battlefield.
“So arrogant!” spat one of the black soldiers, raising his knife. The other followed suit, his weapon gleaming under the room’s lights.
Without hesitation, the two charged at Greedy Wolf like enraged bulls.
Greedy Wolf drew two short blades, standing ready and silent.
The soldiers were more than just muscular-they moved with a speed and grace that belied their size.
Like two shadows, they split apart mid-charge, one leaping high to attack from above while the other swept in low, aiming for Greedy Wolf’s legs. Their coordination was flawless: one strike for a killing blow, the other to cripple.
Greedy Wolf’s eyes darted between them, his feet shifting slightly as he steadied his stance.
Finally, the moment of collision arrived. The airborne soldier lunged downward with his knife aimed at Greedy Wolf’s head, while the one on the ground went for his Achilles tendon.
Clang! Greedy Wolf’s blade intercepted the airborne strike. At the same time, as the lower attacker thought he’d found an opening, Greedy Wolf shifted his foot just in time.
In the blink of an eye, Greedy Wolf delivered a devastating kick to the airborne soldier’s midsection. The impact sent the man hurtling through the air, crashing into a chair that shattered under his weight.
Greedy Wolf’s strike was precise, brutal, and unrelenting. The room, once filled with bluster, now rang only with the echoes of his dominance.
The ground soldier, now off-balance, missed his mark entirely.