Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Jackson Quelch made eye contact with Colin Dunne and sparks flew immediately. Something trembled inside of Jackson Quelch, and he gave a violent shiver, as though he had been electrocuted.

He broke his eye contact with Colin Dunne and looked away.

He could tell that the officer standing before him had been through many battles, since his aura reeked of death and despair.

Even though Jackson Quelch had been a mercenary overseas for a few years, he couldn’t help but cower in fear in front of Colin Dunne. He was like a tiny puppy who had seen a lion for the first time.

He couldn’t fight against the mighty power in front of him.

Jackson Quelch led his subordinates out of the airport and took out his phone.

He found out that Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn had gone to a place called Springlake Village in the suburbs to visit the family of someone by the name of Eddy Forst.

Jackson Quelch gave a twisted grin. “Springlake Village, huh. Well, today is the Ghost Festival and the ghosts are out and about this time of the year, maybe they’ll claim Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn as their own.”

He went to see Kingston Zabinski with his men before giving orders to kill Nathan Cross that night.

Meanwhile, Colin Dunne led two thousand men from the Dragonfury Special Forces to have a meal at the military reception center before reporting to Nathan Cross at Springvale Village.

It was a moonless night.

Dark clouds tumbled across the pitch black sky with the occasional flash of lightning. A storm was coming.

Nathan Cross, Colin Dunne, Thomas Dunn, the Elite Eight, and two thousand Dragonfury soldiers were in full armor and stood by the riverbank.

Candles and incense sticks were set up along the bank, along with food offerings and wine.

They were conducting a ritual to honor the soldiers who have sacrificed themselves in battles.

Nathan Cross’ eyes grew blurry when he thought of his dead comrades.

Thomas Dunn was burning joss paper into a fire they lit in a basin.

Colin Dunne and the Elite Eight stood in a row behind them, while the two thousand men from Dragonfury stood in rows right at the back, shrouded in darkness.

Even Colin Dunne, a man who rarely showed any emotion had tears in his eyes.

His voice trembled as he raised a glass of wine to the calm waters of the river. “Aaron Forst! The General is here with our brothers to visit you! Let’s drink up!”

He tipped his glass back and drank up the wine.

Then, he continued, “Brad Kinley! We’re here to see you! Cheers!”

He emptied another glass of wine.

“Victor Leigh! We’re here to see you! Cheers!”

“Wright Hort! We’re here to see you! Bottoms up!”

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Colin Dunne downed a glass of wine with every name he shouted.

Soon, he began to get tipsy.

He felt as though his former brothers-in-arms have all returned to his side.

Thomas Dunn bit hard on his lips to stop the tears from spilling out of his eyes as he continued feeding joss paper to the fire.

Nathan Cross, the Elite Eight and the Dragonfury soldiers stood in silence with their eyes closed.

Every name Colin Dunne called out conjured an image before their eyes, reminding them of how their lives were so ruthlessly taken away from them in battle.

The wind roared in their ears, a perfect setting for a murder to take place.

In a distance, a huge group of people moved quietly under the cover of darkness.

It was Jackson Quelch and his men coming for Nathan Cross’ life.

When they arrived at Eddy Forst’s house, Nathan Cross was long gone.

However, he managed to get hold of Nathan Cross’ location from Eddy Forst by posing as his friend.

He led his three hundred men to the riverbank after night fell.

“Look, Quelch! There’s someone burning joss paper by the river!”

Jackson Quelch peered into the distance, but all he could see was the glow of candles and fire.

He could just make out the silhouettes of Nathan Cross and a few other people, but he couldn’t quite tell the number of people there.

Jackson Quelch pulled out his kukri. “Take your knives and follow me. Leave no man standing!”