The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 3 Outrage In The East District

Chapter 3 Outrage in the East District

An hour ago, at the border of the territory, there was an unKnighted area with a radius of several tens of kilometers. Two figures like two ghosts, one after the other, chasing and running at top speed. The person in front was a man around forty years old, fierce and evil, with a scar of over ten centimeters on his face that was terrifying to behold. He grips a shiny broadsword in his hand, emanating a strong bloodthirsty aura from head to toe.

The age of the person behind was around 26-27 years old in fancy clothes. He had a perfectly symmetrical face and a sense of killing all over. The man was holding a refined steel curved blade with a word, "SHADOW" on it. This blade was called the Cold Moon Curved Blade.

"Judge, you have been chasing me for three days and three nights. Is it worth working so hard for your meager salary?"

The scar-faced man ran to the bank of a river and stopped, his eyes staring at the young man behind him like a wild beast.

"Butcher, you have lost all conscience, slaughtered innocent people, and committed heinous crimes." Judge stopped at the same time and contionued, "Today is your death day!"

"Hmph!" The butcher snorted coldly, "Do you SHADOW people really think of yourselves as saviors? There are so many villains in the world, can you finish killing them?"

"Eliminate violence for peace, punish traitors and the evil. May the blood of our generation be exchanged for a bright future! People as evil as you, Butcher, SHADOW will kill you all." Judge spoke up.

"Hmph!" Butcher snorted coldly again.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Your teammates have already scattered, and it's ridiculous for you to think that you can kill me alone. It's like a fool's dream!"

"Idiot! Enough, let's cut the crap. Prepare to die!"

Whoosh!

With that said, Judge shot out like a lightning bolt, and his machete pulled out sharp cold rays.

"Wanna kill me? That's unlikely." Butcher said and waved the broadsword in his hands.

There was a piercing crashing sound at the scene, sparks shooting in all directions, and the knives flying wildly.

After more than ten rounds of confrontation, Judge dodged Butcher's blow, flipped his wrist, and the machete opened a blood hole of more than ten centimeters at Butcher's waist, causing blood arrows to gush out.

"Hmm? You actually hurt me, damn it!"

Judge quickly dodged half way to the side. At the same time, he raised his hand to block it out, and there was another crisp impact sound. Due to the passive response, Judge was shaken back five or six steps by the fierce force of Butcher, and a tingling sensation came from his arms, causing a slight disturbance in his breath.

Subsequently, Butcher did not rush to attack again and tore a piece of cloth from his body to treat the bloodshed. At that moment, the satellite phone on Judge's body rang, and his face changed slightly. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Only a few people knew the number for this phone, which was used specifically for handling emergency affairs. If this phone rang, there must be something big happening.

"This is Judge. Who is this?" Judge glanced at Butcher and saw that he had no intention of making a move. He picked up the phone.

"This is Casey!" Casey's heavy voice came from the other end of the line, "Commander's daughter has been kidnapped and her life is in danger. Come to Cloud City immediately!"

"What!?" Judge shouted loudly, and at the same time an overwhelming coldness burst out from him.

"Give me a few hours, I'll be there soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Judge looked up at Butcher, "I don't have time to play with you anymore. Remember to be a good person in your next life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he killed Butcher.

Butcher felt a chill of killing intent enveloping him, and his pupils narrowed to the size of a needle. He had self-awareness, and with his own strength, he could never take this move. He wanted to dodge with all his heart, but he found that all his retreats were blocked by countless sword edges, and there was no way to retreat. Endless blades of the sword disappeared into the butcher's body, and the scene returned to calm again. Only the howling mountain breeze could be heard.

The next second , Butcher collapsed and lay in a pool of blood.

"You... are... to strong." After struggling to say a few words, Butcher kicked his legs and lost his breath.

Judge didn't look at the butcher again, turned around and sped away towards the road. At the same time, he pulled out a satellite phone and dialed a number. When the call was connected, he shouted loudly, "Notify all members in the eastern region with a level of three or above, regardless of their location or activity, to rush to Cloud City at the earliest possible time! Violators will be killed!"

With his command, all SHADOW personnel with a rank of three stars or higher in the Eastern District stopped what they were doing and rushed towards Cloud City.

This was unprecedented in SHADOW's history. For a moment, in the eastern region, all parties were panicked and didn't know what big event had happened.

In Cloud City's Earth Hotel, a man and a woman sat on the sofa in room 808. The man was in his twenties, dressed in designer clothes, with an imposing demeanor. He held a cigar in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right. The woman possessed an envy-inducing beauty that would make even the heavens jealous. She was twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with delicate features and an alluring figure. Her skin was as smooth as cream.

This woman was Harleen, also known as Ozin's number one beauty and Tasha's mother. At this moment, her eyes were red-rimmed with worry etched on her face. She trembled slightly from head to toe.

"Mr Pena, please... please help me find my daughter." Harleen stood up and knelt before the man while choking back tears.

The man took a puff of his cigar before blowing smoke towards Harleen's face. "Harleen, did you ever think that you would need my help one day?"

"You used to despise me for being a rich kid," he continued bitterly. "I chased after you for three years but you never gave me so much as a glance."

"Now what? Why are you lowering your proud head like this?"

"Mr Pena," Harleen begged through sobs while kowtowing repeatedly. "Please just help me... I can't find anyone else who can."

"Do you really want my help?" Tony Pena glared at her coldly. "What do I get out of it?"

"Only... if you can help me find my daughter, I'll do anything..." Harleen trembled all over. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she had no choice. Her daughter was everything to her. To find her daughter, she was willing to give up everything, including dignity, body and life.