I Am the Ruler of All

Chapter 329

General Ignatov had told them that their mission was to protect Ares' sister. Chances like this didn't come very often. Vernon wouldn't let Kevin take all the credit and please Ares. Diosna's soldiers stepped up and followed Serena. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Kevin grinned. "Captain Simpson, I'm the leader of the special forces, and these men have been brutally trained. They're enough to keep Miss Langley safe."

"What a coincidence. My men are on par with the special forces too." Vernon patted Kevin's shoulder. "I'm already in my forties, comrade. Can't you let me have this one?"

"Well, if you say so, Captain Simpson. I'll tell Ares that you led the soldiers into a victorious battle when we see him later. How does that sound?" Kevin beamed. "I don't mind letting you have it this time. I was credited for Hugo's defeat last time. I'm fine with this."

Paige's eyes shone. "Wait. We get to see Ares later?"

"No, we don't," the commanders answered at the same time.

"But you just said you're seeing him." Paige pouted. "He's in Solaris, isn't he?"

"Um…" Kevin scratched his head. Ignatov had specifically told them not to expose Ares' real identity. He couldn't answer Paige's question, so he gave Vernon a look before stammering, "I-I think so? Is he in Solaris, Captain Simpson?"

"Of course." Vernon knew just how to handle this. He nodded. "You can ask the general about it, Major Tanner. I bet he'll take you to Ares."

Kevin gave him a silent thumbs up. Heck yeah. Throwing the ball into the general's court. Genius. Now we don't have to answer her question.

At the same time, Serena was finally approaching Pierre and his gang. Two groups of armed soldiers followed her, and every step they took was perfectly uniform and firm. The lackeys were shivering in fear, and they felt like they could die.

"W-What do you want?" Pierre turned even whiter. "W-We've surrendered. Qustia military never tortures their captives."

Serena smiled. "They don't, but I'm not a soldier, am I? No. I'm a killer." She leaned forward and stared into Pierre's eyes closely. She said, "In case you don't know, one of the basic virtues of killers is that we take out all the trash."

It was summer, but Pierre was shivering, though certainly not because a cold breeze blew his way. "W- We're just doing our job. Mr. Norton asked us to do this." He pleaded, "Please don't kill me…"

"Oh, I'm not killing you," she sneered. "My services are expensive, and I don't waste my time on trash like you."

Pierre gulped. "So what did you mean by 'taking out the trash'?"

"Oh, I can take out the trash just fine even without killing you!" She roared and spun the dagger around. It almost turned into a little fan spinning in Serena's hand.

Pierre moved backward in horror. "What are you doing? Don't—" Serena's dagger arced through the air

and sliced Pierre's knees.

Kneecap removal—an ancient torturing method. Serena had removed both of Pierre's kneecaps in just moments.

An almost inhuman scream shook the forest. It sounded like a sinner screaming out in agony as the fires of hell licked them. The screams alone could fuel the nightmares of many children.

Even the hardened soldiers behind Serena felt a chill down their spine. Are you sure she needs our protection?