chapter 33 Terrified

The sound of boots hitting the ground echoed. Soldiers, fully geared up, leaped from the vehicles and swiftly formed ranks. Among all the shocked onlookers, a man in tactical gear briskly approached Clarence. "Gangnam Third War Zone, Zensea Division instructor Trystan, leading two thousand soldiers, reporting for duty. Please give orders!" Trystan Keith's gaze was intense as he looked at Clarence with admiration, his sturdy frame tinged with excitement. Ever since offending Clarence at the Norris family's house in Gangnam City, Trystan had voluntarily returned to his war zone to seek forgiveness. However, he had been tossing and turning sleeplessly every night, racked with guilt and fear for offending Dragonhead. But who would have thought that today he would have such an opportunity to serve Dragonhead of the North? How could he not be excited? "Ready for combat. Any resistance will be met with lethal force!" "Yes, sir!" Trystan responded, pulling out a handgun and cocking it, aiming it at Westbrook. The soldiers also loaded their guns, fingers poised on the triggers. If anyone dared to move, they would be riddled with bullets. Gulp! Gulping sounds filled the air. Though accustomed to grand spectacles, the onlookers swore it was their first time witnessing such a scene. Usually, they were just bullies, engaging in lawless activities and, at most, brandishing knives to intimidate people. But now, with the arrival of the war zone personnel, this was an entirely different level of confrontation! Even Westbrook couldn't help but shudder. As for the horse-faced man from earlier, he collapsed to his knees, trembling violently. A strong odor of urine emanated from between his legs; he had been scared into wetting himself by the iron-blooded scene. Just moments ago, they had been boasting about their numbers, one or two hundred? They had five hundred men! But, were five hundred men a lot? With just a phone call, someone had mobilized two thousand men! And they were fully armed! Moreover, this person was being treated with such seriousness by an active instructor. If he said the word, everyone present would be shot to pieces. "Mr. Davis, what's going on?" "We don't know anything. Help me see if that young man is all right." Aunt Hunk and the others tiptoed to get a better view of the crowd. Tariq's breathing was heavy, his fists clenched tightly. Who was this young man, and how could he command so many soldiers? Good Lord, these were soldiers from the Southern War Zone. Since arriving in Zensea, Tariq had never seen a military unit appear in the city. Today, he was truly witnessing something remarkable. Clarence approached Westbrook. "Just now, were you trying to kill me?" One sentence caused Westbrook to stagger back several steps, barely able to remain standing. "Damn, what's going on? Norman Family wants to kill me. A single phone call mobilized two thousand soldiers and sealed off the slums." How could they fight against this? "I... I..." Westbrook's mouth twitched, unsure of what to say. "Bringing these few men, thinking you can be my downfall and rule Zensea, isn't that impressive?" "No, no, sir, I wouldn't dare. I was blind and arrogant. Please forgive me; please don't hold it against me." Bow, Westbrook lowered his head, his voice trembling. But his eyes betrayed a hint of resentment and indignation. Clarence snorted. "Good to know. Next time you come out, be more careful!" "Today, I'm only killing the ringleader. As for the rest of you, get out and kneel outside for three days in apology! Scram." The ringleader naturally referred to Maddox. At this moment, Maddox trembled and fell to his knees. "Have mercy, Clarence... Oh no, Mr. Van, Master Van, please spare me. I was wrong, I truly was!" He was genuinely terrified. He couldn't believe Clarence would resort to such methods. If he had known, he wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly. "Have mercy on you?" Clarence looked at him with interest. "Profiting from corruption, embezzling relocation funds, violently driving away three hundred and eighty-five slum residents, leaving them homeless and destitute." "For the sake of his lust, he forcibly took women, leading to April's knees being crippled, leaving her an orphan, and her mother in tears day and night." "What punishment should be given for these two crimes?" Decco stepped forward and solemnly said, "In the North, such crimes are punishable by execution!" Clarence smiled faintly. "That's the North. This is different." Maddox's hope for survival reignited. Yes, this was Zensea, a place governed by law. How could he be summarily executed here? But then Clarence spoke again: "Execution is too ordinary. Let's give him a more painful death." Decco smirked coldly. "Understood!" With that, Decco swiftly moved, grabbing Maddox's fingers and snapping them one by one. Then, ribs, cervical vertebrae, lumbar vertebrae... Ah! Maddox let out a scream reminiscent of a slaughtered pig. He passed out from the pain, only to be jolted awake by it moments later. Amidst an atmosphere of solemnity, Decco carried out a cruel punishment from the North—bone-breaking torture. "Ah, Clarence, I'll haunt you even in death!" "Please, spare me, Master Van. Spare this worthless life of mine!" ... Outside, the five hundred members of Black Gold Security were pale with fear, sweating profusely. After a moment, Decco innocently stopped. "The Honorable, this guy couldn't bear it and died after having 58 bones broken." The human body has a total of 1,368 bones, but very few people endure the entire process. It would be a hellish torment. "Enough. Since the Norman Family lacks integrity, prepare a coffin for him and have Fierce Wolf take him back." Decco was unsure of Clarence's intentions. "Any specific requirements for the coffin?" Clarence glanced at him. "Do I look evil to you? At the very least, it should fit him." Decco grinned. "Got it. We'll just nail together some discarded planks." "Whatever." Clarence left the alley and stepped onto the street. The sun was setting in the west, casting a warm glow. "Dragonhead, the leader of Black Gold Security, seems to have disappeared," Trystan approached Clarence. "It seems some people aren't worth pitying. Anyway, settle it on your way back. You've worked hard this time." Trystan quickly bowed, trembling with fear. "I dare not! I am willing to go through fire and water for Dragonhead, without hesitation!" Clarence chuckled and shook his head. "Save that loyalty for Black Phoenix. Now, get lost." "Yes!" Trystan grinned sheepishly and led his troops away. Meanwhile, on the outskirts, a Mercedes sedan sped along the road. Westbrook pounded the steering wheel in anger. "Damn, they think I'd kneel in that dump for three days? Dream on!" "So what if there's some background in the war zone? What's there to be arrogant about? Do they have guns? So do I!" When he returned to the Black Gold Security training base, he would have his brother and his men let off some steam. This matter had nothing to do with the Norman Family anymore; it was his feud with Clarence! He refused to believe that so many soldiers could be mobilized at Clarence's command. Once or twice might be believable, but repeatedly? Who would buy that? A hint of a sinister smile played on his lips as if he could already see Clarence begging for mercy on his knees. However, just then... A camouflage heavy truck came straight at them. Roaring! In the blink of an eye, the truck plowed through, not even slowing down, and continued on its way, flattening the Mercedes sedan and everyone inside, including Westbrook...