UNDER HIS RULES

The pistol in his hand fell to the ground. Before he could even fire the bullet at Beatrice, his hand had already been hit by the sword that suddenly slid without any obstacle. Luckily, none of his fingers were severed by this white-gripped sword, and he recognized its owner. His eyes quickly scanned to find the owner of the sword, and when they met face to face, Eland laughed triumphantly.

“Ah, too bad. My sword missed your hand, you dog!” Another sword was already in his shoulder. Ready to swing and slash right in front of Joseph.

“Bastard!” Joseph cursed while spitting. Unsurprisingly, he immediately ordered all his men to launch a counterattack. Meanwhile, he rushed forward without hesitation towards Leora. She was his primary target. Eland would be taken care of later.

However, Andi quickly took a position to intercept Eland, whose eyes gleamed with intense emotions.

Inevitably, the battle began.

Under Beatrice’s dark gaze, everything moved so quickly. Eland’s sword swung without hesitation towards the man who had been standing by Joseph’s side all this time. Not to mention the barrage of weapons clashing without pause. Some fell wounded, while others refused to give up easily. They retaliated where their eyes met, shimmering with intense emotions.

Beatrice remained still, not moving an inch. She knew she was heavily guarded. Not a single bullet would reach her. Because behind her, Sam was always on guard. She saw him move out of the corner of her eye, heading towards her.

No. Not to stand behind Beatrice. But clearly to challenge the man who didn’t hesitate to throw a punch at the girl.

“Don’t you dare touch Beatrice!” Sam swiftly blocked Joseph’s punch. Their eyes met with anger. “Get inside, Beatrice,” he ordered, and she immediately complied without protest.

“Wow!” Joseph laughed. “Ute was right. Sam found himself a woman. Truly disgusting.” Joseph spat out his displeasure amidst the laughter. He quickly retaliated with the punch that Sam had blocked, relentlessly pressing Sam with his bare hands.

“I should have been told about the new woman in the Twin Dragons from the beginning, Ute. I would have executed her a long time ago.”

Sam’s anger grew stronger. “Enough talk!” His clenched fist grew stronger and was immediately thrust beneath Joseph’s jaw. Unfazed by the sudden grimace of pain on Joseph’s face. He took a few steps back from the powerful blow Sam delivered.

He gently wiped the remnants of Sam’s punch. Taking a slow breath, Joseph said, “Is that all?” Joseph took out two Sai from his pockets. Sharp weapons shaped like tridents with extremely sharp ends. Deadly. And they could inflict such severe wounds if aimed at the right places.

One more thing, the tip of Joseph’s Sai was smeared with rare scorpion venom. It could be guaranteed that anyone hit by it would die within a short time.

The ruler grinned thinly. “You still have a lot to endure, you bastard! That was just a small part of my anger!” Equally determined, Sam drew two equally sharp daggers. The symbol of the Twin Dragons engraved at the base of the daggers he tightly held.

Joseph stepped forward while spitting. He immediately lunged, swinging his Sai. Repeatedly, without pause, but Sam was agile like an eel. Easily evading all his attacks. Joseph grew increasingly frustrated and annoyed because this man always eluded his attacks. He was pushed back by Sam several times. Struck twice by the ruler’s blades. And who knows how many times Sam’s leg found its way into his stomach.

Damn it!

Joseph staggered as he fell for the umpteenth time. He wiped the corner of his injured lips.

“Is that all?” Sam asked, laughing contemptuously. He toyed with his blades, controlling them effortlessly with his fingers. Sweat was streaming down his forehead, but he paid it no mind. He approached, grabbing the collar of Joseph’s slightly torn black suit due to his attacks. “Get up, you dog!” Sam struck Joseph’s face with a powerful blow. “How dare you attack our headquarters while I was away!”

It hurt. A lot. His mouth was bleeding, and he felt like his teeth were broken. But Joseph still managed to laugh, mocking Sam who was growing angrier.

“The stupidity of a ruler who wouldn’t put such a high level of trust in his subordinates.” Joseph spat, narrowly missing Sam’s face.

The storm of anger continued to rage in Sam’s chest. Once again, he swung a punch, but Sam miscalculated the swing of Joseph’s Sai.

Blood flowed from Sam’s right arm, and a different kind of pain spread through his body. The ruler took a few steps back. “Damn it,” he muttered softly. He shook his arm gently to dispel the discomfort.

“You should have calculated, Samuel,” Joseph sneered. “That’s not an ordinary wound.”

Sam finally understood why the pain and burning sensation he felt were different.

“In less than an hour, your parents will be reunited with their beloved child.”

Sam tightened his grip on the blades. He had endured many wounds. There was no need to shout about where his body had been hit. The scars were enough evidence all over his body. Including the wounds similar to the venom he had received when invading the port.

Back then.

When he was still too young to be the ruler of the Twin Dragons. Three years after his parents’ departure. The burden was so heavy, but Sam couldn’t avoid it. What his parents had built was crucial and couldn’t be easily removed from his life. And three years were enough for him to become strong and unleash. To confront and subdue many who doubted him.

The attack he had suffered before almost took his life. Fortunately, the antidote given by Hugo’s parents worked effectively. And the pain that started to spread through him now was similar to what he had felt back then.

“So, you’re the one who ordered someone to get rid of me,” Sam said with a sharp grin. His eyes focused on his opponent, more intense and intimidating than before. He took off his black shirt, which was soaked with sweat. He immediately bandaged the wound.

His muscular, well-built body was exposed, basking in the scorching sun. The Twin Dragons’ tattoo was clearly visible on his left side. Several other tattoos adorned his body, along with numerous uncountable scars.

Joseph grinned, reminiscing about the past. “I don’t need my own hands to kill you, Sam. Unfortunately, they’re all idiots. I had to take matters into my own hands.” He also took off his black coat and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, preparing to engage in a furious struggle with Sam.

He believed that Sam would collapse soon due to the poison that had likely spread through his bloodstream. It was just a matter of time.

“Do you think the same poison can kill me?” Sam chuckled. “You forgot who you’re dealing with, Joseph.” This time, Sam didn’t want to evade for too long. His only goal was the death of the traitor, Quassano.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He had Alfred’s permission. Moreover, everything started because of Joseph. And Alfred wouldn’t forgive the person who had threatened and almost killed his grandson. So it was up to Sam to end Joseph’s life.

He would make sure of that.

He quickened his pace, just like Joseph who was preparing to counter Sam’s attack. They disregarded the pain their bodies felt. They exchanged blows and inflicted as much damage as possible until they reached their limits.

Behind them, screams, curses, and blows could be heard as their subordinates fought each other relentlessly. Sam’s men relentlessly pressed on, seeking out the mastermind behind the destruction of their headquarters, fueled by their anger and the determination to seek revenge. There was no pause given to express their pain. They mercilessly beat Joseph’s subordinates without mercy. For them, life paid with life. Wounds paid with wounds. Pain had to be reciprocal.

Joining them were Gerald and his remaining men, as well as Jimmy and Bella, who fought against Joseph’s forces. From above, Hugo and three sharpshooters aimed their guns and incapacitated Joseph’s subordinates with a single shot. However, Hugo’s rifle was aimed only at three people: Gerald, Bella, and Jimmy.

If they betrayed even once, their lives would be forfeit. Even though Eland had provided a surprise of his own on their clothing, Hugo also wanted to personally give them a special memory. The courtyard of Alfred’s mansion had turned into a bloody and tense battlefield.

Ignoring one fact, that the traitor had risen.