Chapter 1 The War God Is Released

• The gates of Sioux City's prison slowly creaked open.
• "Hurry!"
• "Surround him!"
• Dozens of burly men who had been waiting in the square immediately surged forward and encircled the prison's gate tightly.
• Today, a special prisoner was being released.
• Lucian Gray stepped out of the prison, casually closing the iron gate behind him. He glanced at the scene outside, his face calm and composed. He muttered, "Seven years ... I didn't expect it would be you guys picking me up."
• "Mr. Gray!"
• The middle-aged man leading the group, shrank his pupils in shock at the sight of this man.
• The surrounding men also tensed, muscles tightened, and eyes fixed on Lucian. They were ready to pounce at any moment.
• Lucian paid them no mind.
• "Don't call me that."
• Shaking his head, Lucian brushed past the middle-aged man. He stated, "Seven years ago, when I was framed, imprisoned, and expelled from the Grays, I ceased being a member of the Grays."
• The middle-aged man blocked Lucian's path with an outstretched arm.
• "Whether you admit it or not, Gray blood runs through your veins. Upon your release, the family head has instructed us to return you to the manor for punishment." He signalled to the burly men around him.
• Immediately, dozens of men surged up, and the circle tightened.
• They had blocked all the space around Lucian and made sure there was no escape.
• Not even a fly could escape from their siege.
• "And if I refuse?"
• Lucian's expression remained impassive, but his gaze grew icy. He sneered coldly and mocked, "Did that old fool tell you what to do if I resist?"
• "Alive or dead, we'll bring you back!"
• The middle-aged man turned. He locked eyes with Lucian, and his intention to kill was unmistakable.
• They would kill if necessary.
• And with the Grays' power in Sioux, they could take Lucian's corpse back to the manor without facing any consequences.
• "Is that so?"
• Lucian was momentarily stunned, then he burst into laughter.
• Seven years ago, Lucian was the heir of the Grays. His father was a powerful figure, dominating Sioux and holding a significant position in Hohenwald. After being framed and tragically murdered on the streets, his death remained a mystery. Following the incident, the family expelled Lucian and his mother, stripped them of everything, and reduced them to the lowest rungs of society.
• Yet the Grays still wouldn't leave him be. They fabricated charges against him and threw him in prison as a means to prevent him from claiming his inheritance.
• Seven years later, they still hadn't given up!
• "Mr. Gray, come with us."
• In the current situation, Lucian had no room to resist. The middle-aged man addressed him respectfully but spoke without a trace of respect, "Once you're back to the manor, if you kneel before the family head and repent, maybe he will spare your life."
• To him, Lucian was nothing but an insignificant nobody who had fallen from grace.
• "Spare my life?"
• Lucian's gaze turned icy. He locked onto the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "Too bad. Even if you kneel before me now, I won't spare you!"
• Bang!
• Before the middle-aged man could react, his body was arched, and he launched into the air like a cannonball, knocking down several burly men behind him.
• Everyone froze in shock.
• Lucian's speed was too fast.
• So fast that no one saw his strike; they only saw those men fall to the ground.
• "You! How dare you!"
• The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his stomach, struggling but failing to get up. He roared, "Go! Kill him! Dead or alive! I'll take responsibility!"
• Those burly men snapped out of their daze and prepared to attack Lucian.
• Bang!
• Suddenly, another muffled noise rang out. One of the men was about to raise his fist when a hole appeared in his forehead. The back of his head had been exploding into a horrific mess.
• Blood sprayed, splattering the others.
• Everyone froze again.
• It was the sound of a gunshot!
• A powerful bullet had instantly blown a man's head off!
• "Stop! Motherf*cker! Anyone who moves dies!"
• A roar came from the distance.
• Those burly men instinctively turned their heads. A line of military jeeps raced down the previously empty street.
• Each jeep carried several soldiers in camouflage uniforms. Each was armed with assault rifles.
• It was a breathtaking sight.
• "Surround them!"
• In a flash, the jeeps stopped in the square outside the prison. Soldiers leaped out and circled around the burly men, guns aimed at their heads.
• Gulp! Gulping sounds filled the air.
• Only the sound of nervous swallowing broke the silence.
• Those burly men were bodyguards, specially trained by the Grays. They were fearless and had committed numerous acts of violence and robbery. However, they were no match for a well-armed and disciplined military force.
• If it had been ordinary people, they might have wet themselves in fear.
• "You! You all!"
• The complexion of the middle-aged man lying on the ground turned pale, and cold sweat soaked his back. He stammered, "Who ... are you? There must be some mistake. We are the Grays' bodyguards from Sioux City."
• The Grays of Sioux!
• The middle-aged man's gaze locked onto Liam Martinez, the young general who had just given orders. He hoped that the Grays reputation in Sioux would carry some weight in this situation.
• A single star adorned Liam's shoulder, indicating his rank as a Major General.
• However, the officer ignored the middle-aged man, showing no reaction to his words. He walked straight to Lucian and saluted respectfully. He spoke with a guilty tone, "War God, my apologies for being late."