Chapter 8 Allow me to deal with it
Justin twisted in the air. Bullets ripped past where his body had been seconds ago.
Then he struck forward.
Boom!
The punch never touched anyone, but something invisible exploded from it and sent the mercenaries flying.
Several men were thrown backward at once. Bodies crashed into bodies. Rifles slipped from hands and scattered across the ground. The tight formation broke apart immediately.
The remaining mercenaries stopped moving for a moment.
One man tightened his grip on his rifle and stared at Justin.
“Who... who are you?” he asked.
Justin landed on the ground and straightened his body slowly. He rolled one shoulder slightly and looked at the soldiers standing in front of him.
“Leave,” he said calmly. “I did not come here for you.”
They hesitated.
The men exchanged quick looks, but nobody lowered their weapon.
One soldier raised his rifle higher and shouted, “Forget this. Open fire!”
The mercenaries attacked together.
Justin watched them for one second.
Then he moved.
The spot where he had been standing became empty.
The shouting died for a second. The men exchanged a confused looks.
Crack!
A fist hit hard. One man flew sideways and smashed into another soldier.
A dagger flashed.
Another mercenary dropped before he could react.
“He moved behind us!” somebody shouted.
A man lunged forward, baton rising fast toward Justin’s head.
Justin caught it mid-swing. The impact jolted his arm, but he twisted the weapon off line and snapped it apart with a sharp pull. His elbow drove into the man’s side, forcing him back.
Another attacker came in from the left, blade flashing.
Justin stepped aside, barely clearing it, grabbed the man’s wrist, and wrenched the weapon free. The man lost balance as Justin shoved him down.
More of them tried to close in. Justin kept shifting through the gaps before they could fully form a circle.
One kick landed clean. A man slammed into another fighter, both stumbling hard.
Two more backed away after seeing their attacks fail.
The formation started breaking apart.
Some men were still trying to fight.
Others were already stepping backward.
Weapons slowly lowered.
Then the retreat began.
One by one, mercenaries dropped their weapons and moved away from Justin.
Only one man remained where he was.
Kane.
The large man was still sitting on the steel chair.
He slowly lifted his head and kept his eyes on Justin.
Justin looked back at him for a moment.
Then he spoke.
“You're still sitting there?” Justin said. “I thought the leader would fight before his men ran away.”
Kane did not answer immediately.
Justin took another step forward.
“Or maybe you were waiting to see if they could die for you first.”
The remaining soldiers looked toward Kane.
After a brief pause, Kane stood up from his chair.
He adjusted his shoulders once and fixed his eyes on Justin.
“You talk too much,” Kane said. “Now I understand why you came this far.”
Justin adjusted the dagger in his hand.
“Good,” he replied. “That means you finally understand who you are dealing with.”
Kane snorted. He rose from the chair.
“You are not going to leave this place alive!”
“I AM KANE!",
"The strongest man here.”
“That’s Kane,” one of injured mercenaries said.
“He is finally fighting,” another added.
“If Kane is here, this guy is finished,” someone else muttered.
Justin raised his dagger and pointed it at Kane.
“Move away from the entrance or I will go through you.”
Kane laughed out hard.
It was a deep laugh that carried across the courtyard.
“You are still talking like you understand anything,”
He reached to his side and pulled out a massive axe and held it with both hands, he took one step forward.
“You are not the first strong man I have seen,” Kane said. “And you will not be the last.”
Justin did not move.
Kane pointed the axe forward.
“I will end this quickly,” Kane continued. “And after you fall, I will send your body back as a warning.”
The space between them went quiet.
Justin looked at Kane for a moment, then he opened his hand and let both daggers fall to the ground.
The sound caught everyone's attention.
Several soldiers stared at him.
“He dropped his weapons?”
“Against Boss Kane?”
“What is this guy thinking?”
Justin remained standing calmly with empty hands.
“I’ll use my bare hands,”
“That should be enough.”
Kane's face turned colder.
“You think this is a joke?”
Justin shook his head slightly.
“No,”
“I just don’t need weapons for you.”
Kane tightened his grip around the axe handle.
“You talk too much,” he said.
“I’m going to break every bone in your body.”
Justin looked at him directly.
“I came here for Anita Lawson,” he said. “You are only delaying me.”
Inside the Lawson Hall, nobody knew what was happening outside.
Guests continued eating, drinking, and talking while servants moved through the crowd carrying expensive food and bottles of wine.
Businessmen stood beside politicians.
Rich families laughed together like old friends.
At the VIP section above the main hall, Damien Lawson leaned against the railing with a drink in his hand while looking down at the crowd below.
He looked satisfied.
As the youngest son of Anita and Victor Lawson, he had grown up getting almost everything he wanted. Money was never a problem. Power was never far away. People around him learned very quickly how to please him.
But there was one thing he wanted more than anything else.
The position of heir.
That was not easy.
His brothers and sisters wanted the same position, and every one of them was fighting for it in their own way.
Standing beside him was Elder Daniel with his hands behind his back.
“How are you enjoying the party, Young Master?” Elder Daniel asked.
“Everything looks good,” Damien answered. “Did you make sure nobody entered without bringing a gift?”
“Yes,” Elder Daniel replied. “Every guest came with gifts worth at least ten million.”
Damien nodded slowly.
“Good. My parents will notice that.”
He planned to hand everything over to them later. The money, the gifts, the connections. Every move mattered if he wanted their support.
Then suddenly—
Boom!
A loud sound echoed through the estate.
The music paused for a brief moment.
Some guests stopped talking and turned toward the entrance.
Damien straightened and lowered his glass slightly.
“What was that?” he asked.
Elder Daniel turned his head toward the direction of the sound.
“It came from outside,” he said.
Another heavy sound followed a few seconds later.
Damien frowned.
“What is happening at the gate?” he asked. “Go check it.”
“What’s going on outside?”
Damien turned toward the balcony entrance after the loud sound echoed through the estate.
Several guests also paused for a moment, but the music inside did not stop and the celebration quickly continued.
Elder Daniel stood beside him without moving.
“There's no need to worry, Young Master,” he said calmly. “It is probably some small trouble near the outer defense. Kane and the guards are already outside.”
His tone carried complete certainty.
“There are more than a hundred trained men guarding this estate tonight,” Daniel continued. “No ordinary person can get through them.”
Damien relaxed slightly and leaned back again.
“That’s true,” he said with a small smile. “Anybody stupid enough to make trouble here must be tired of living.”
Daniel slowly closed one hand into a fist.
A faint pressure spread around him.
“If somebody truly forced their way inside,” he said evenly, “then I, Elder Daniel, will deal with it myself.”
Damien laughed lightly after hearing that.
Now that sounded more reassuring.
Elder Daniel was not some common bodyguard standing around for decoration. His name carried weight in many places, and people who knew the martial world had heard stories about him.
If Daniel said he would handle it, then it would be handled.
“I trust you,” Damien said while lifting his wine glass again. “Tonight is my birthday. I don't want some random idiot ruining my mood.”
“That will not happen,” Daniel replied.
