Chapter 7 The Battle
The men froze in confusion.
The men raised their guns immediately and formed a circle around him red laser sights pointed at Justin from every side.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?"
"How did you get in here? Do you even know whose residence this is?”
Justin slowly lifted his head.
“Where is Anita Lawson?” he asked.
One of the guards cursed loudly, “Fuck off, kid—”
Bang!
The gunshot exploded across the compound.
But the bullet never reached him.
Justin’s wrist shifted slightly and his dagger snapped upward, striking the bullet aside with a sharp metallic sound before it crashed into the ground nearby.
Several guards paused.
Nobody expected that.
Before the shooter could react properly, Justin had already crossed the distance between them.
Slash.
The blade moved once.
The man collapsed onto the ground.
Justin glanced toward the remaining guards.
“That wasn’t the answer I expected."
“OPEN FIRE!”
Bullets kept flying across the courtyard.
Justin kept moving dodging one shot and avoided another while his daggers cut through the guards before they could react.
One man charged at him.
Justin caught the rifle and force it out of the man's hands, broke it over his knee, and drove the broken piece forward.
The guard dropped.
Another man charged with a heavy baton.
Justin lowered his body beneath the strike, slammed his elbow hard into the man's side, then followed with a clean slash before the attacker could recover.
“Fall back!”
“Surround him!”
“Don’t let him break through!”
The guards rushed toward him from all directions, but too late.
Justin stepped straight into the middle of them.
His daggers moved without pause.
One guard lost his weapon.
Another lost his footing.
A third man barely managed to raise his gun before Justin reached him first.
Bodies kept hitting the ground while the formation slowly collapsed around him.
“Monster!”
His shout had barely come out when a blade shot upward and silenced him immediately.
The remaining guards hesitated.
Nobody rushed forward anymore.
Then five men stepped out from the far side.
They looked different from the others.
Heavier gear.
Combat blades in their hands.
Calm eyes.
No panic.
No hesitation.
These were not ordinary security guards.
These were professionals.
One of them rolled his neck slowly and looked directly at Justin.
“So you're not just another idiot looking for trouble,” he said. “You’re actually strong.”
Justin looked at them briefly.
“Move.”
The man laughed.
“Confident.”
He lifted his blade.
“Let's see how long that confidence lasts.”
The five men attacked together.
Steel collided instantly.
Justin blocked one blade inches from his neck while another strike came from the side.
Metal scraped sharply against something hidden beneath his coat.
The attacker’s eyes changed slightly.
Justin pushed the first blade aside, twisted his body, and forced distance between them.
“Tougher than the others,” he said calmly.
One man locked Justin’s arm while another went for his legs at the same time, trying to force him down.
Justin tightened his stance, breaking free from the arm lock and then drive his forehead into the man in front of him.
The man staggered back, and Justin followed immediately with a strike that shattered his balance and took out his knee.
The remaining three did not slow down. They kept pushing forward from different angles.
“Don’t give him room,” one of them said.
Justin’s breathing stayed controlled, but his movement changed completely.
The restraint was gone.
He stepped forward.
One fighter rushed in with a knife, but Justin caught the attack with his bare hand and ended him with a single clean strike.
The last man hesitated for only a moment.
Justin closed the distance and ended it with a precise cut across the throat.
Silence returned just as quickly as the fight started.
Justin stood among the fallen without rushing, holding his daggers low as blood dripped from his hands. His breathing stayed steady as he looked forward.
The next gate was already open.
Beyond it stood the real force.
Over a hundred soldiers were arranged in formation, wearing red and black combat uniforms with heavy weapons held in disciplined grips. They did not shout or move around without order.
A large man was seen sitting on a big chair. He was so big that the space felt smaller around him. His arms and neck had many scars. He did not stand when Justin came in. He just watched.
“How did you get through the outer defense?” He finally asked.
Justin stopped walking and looked at the man sitting on the chair.
“So, you are the leader," then glanced at the soldiers around him.
“This is what it looks like when you hide behind numbers.”
“How dare you speak to Boss Kane like that,” one of them said and stepped forward.
Kane raised his hand without looking at him.
The soldier stopped immediately and stepped back.
Kane focused on Justin.
“What do you want?” Kane asked. “You are strong enough to survive here. I can let you leave if you turn back now.”
Justin shook his head slightly.
“I am here for Anita Lawson,” he said. “Bring her out, or I go through all of you and find her myself.”
He took one step forward.
Kane stood up from the chair.
“KILL HIM,” Kane said.
Justin nodded once.
“Then that settles it,” he replied.
The soldiers moved at once.
They did not rush without order. They advanced in formation, spacing themselves correctly, raising rifles and preparing to fire from multiple directions at the same time.
“Fire,” one of them ordered.
Gunshots followed immediately from several angles.
Justin moved forward instead of retreating.
The first wave of bullets came toward him, but he shifted his body at the right moments and continued advancing into the formation. One soldier tried to adjust his aim, but Justin was already in front of him. A single strike took him down.
Another soldier stepped in to block him, but Justin twisted past the attack and brought him down before he could recover.
The formation tightened, trying to trap him, but Justin kept breaking through each time they closed in.
“Hold formation,” someone shouted.
But the structure was already weakening.
Justin reached the middle of the group and paused briefly.
He looked around once, then moved again.
Each motion was direct and precise, and each one left a soldier on the ground.
Kane watched everything without speaking.
His men were trained for this kind of situation. They were supposed to handle any intruder without breaking formation.
But Justin was still moving forward without stopping.
Kane finally lifted one hand slightly.
The soldiers hesitated.
Justin stood in the middle of them and looked toward Kane.
“I am still going,” he said.
