Chapter 73 Red Rage
The knuckles on his fingers had grown crimson and were flowing with thick blood. However, the blood was not his. Rather, it was the blood of people he had hit in the face numerous times.
They tried to stop him, but the man had gone insane, and anyone who got too close to him or even dared to touch him was brutally put to death. Kael was so mad that he has lost his sense of mercy and compassion, given that he only had a little of it on daily basis. However, these circumstances had brought out the devil in himself.
“My, my. Has the king been ensnared?” Flavio laughed deviously, nuzzling his face even farther into his doll, which was much too near for his comfort. He had a rifle pointed at her face as his arm was wrapped around her neck in such a tight grip that he could see her straining to breathe. After that, he cocked his head and barked an order to his men.
“Uccidilo!” (Kill him!)
They were now in an open space on the very top of the building. There were a total of five of them, one of whom was almost as tall as Val but had the appearance of a complete moron who had no more intelligence than the ability to follow a single word that this brute had yelled at him into. The same as the majority of the other goons he recruited.
One of his men, a smaller one, was the first to throw himself forward. His fist raised above his head while his other hand held a knife. Kael shifted to his feet, readying his stance, and waited for the assault. He deflected the blow by sliding thwarting the wrist of his adversary and throwing the blade to the side. His body was twisted to the side, and he drove his cuff into the chest of his opponent. He then grabbed his opponent by the neck, drew his knees up, and struck his opponent with a powerful blow to the gut.
The man let out a grunt. At the same time as blood began to stream out of his mouth, Flavio was yelling aggressively towards his other guys, calling for them to get him.
“Prendetelo, fottuti idioti!” (Go after him, you fuckwits!)
Simply casting a cursory glance at Lilia’s unkempt and frazzled face was enough to get Kael’s teeth gnashing in rage and twist his fist into a tight ball. He’s seeing red, and the only thing that stays clear in his head was his Kukla’s face and nothing else. The rest of the surroundings are filled with blood and void and he doesn’t care who they were, thinking that soon enough he’ll bury his fingers into their chest and rip out their heart just to make sure that everyone will stay dead. That way no one would come back in years to come.
He rendered himself unrestrained and grabbed the first man who had attacked him by the collar, throwing him in the direction of the other two men who were heading towards him. The man flew into the air and fell on both of them, throwing them all into the floor. Kael didn’t wait for them to recover and stand to their feet.
He twisted the rings on his fingers, turning them into brass knuckles. He punched the first man who came close to him, smashing his nose, damaging his face to the point that it was unrecognizable, and holding his head on both sides before twisting his neck. The man grew limp almost instantly and he quickly drops him and turned towards the other two who lay grunting on the floor.
He picked up the one smaller than him by the hair and kneed him on the jaw. A loud sound of dislocating bone resounded, and then he smacked his head into the floor, satisfied when he heard his skull cracking on the impact and blood gushing from the nose, mouth, and ears. His eyes were still wide open as they become glassy and lifeless.
The other one looked at him in shock and horror, as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen. He stared at him in astonishment. He had no idea what to do, so he fumbled his way to his feet and started running for the rails on the rooftop. Kael stared at the man with his usual frigid expression right up until the moment that the man climbed up on the railings, jumped and fell to his death.
He shifted his void gaze to Flavio, tilting his head, thinking where he had gone wrong the last time they fought each other. He should have been dead by now. And he admitted to himself that it is a bit careless on his part not to investigate closely if he indeed died when he shot him, but who in the devil would have thought that this menace could survive even the fire?
“Vagabondi inutili!”
(Useless tramps!)
Flavio spat, glaring at the dead bodies of his goons haphazardly strewn on the floor. There were only two men left to protect him, but that could hardly be called protection. He was able to kill three of them, and the third one was so terrified of him that he took his own life rather than face him.
Kael meets Lilia's horrified stare. Her gaze shifted rapidly from his face to the bodies of the men he had just killed, and then back again. He furrowed his brow, fully aware that things will be different going forward as a result of this. Lilia won't be able to look at him without feeling terrified after seeing how he could be so cold-blooded when it came to killing. She had been afraid of him in the past, but this was the first time she had really witnessed him kill someone in front of her. Though he would do it all again for the sake of her.
“Has your cat gotten a hold of your tongue, eh, king?” Flavio mock jaunted in an attempt to conceal his consternation even though it flowed evidently on his voice. Jerking his arm on Lilia’s neck, eliciting a yelp out from her mouth and the tears in her eyes flowed infinitely. The fright on her eyes faded and was now begging him. Her teeth chattered, heaving and trembling. For a fleeting moment, a sharp pang lances to his chest. He doesn’t know this feeling as it is foreign to himself, but he doesn’t want anything that would cause distress to his lovely Kukla.
Oh, and he’d kill the man that caused her this way.
“Did hell reject you and send you back to life?” Kael smirked disparagingly, refusing to let Flavio’s word of mockery afflict him, knowing that this man had been known as a spineless swindler, and he almost lost a huge amount of deal from him years ago.
Well, the predicament had paid off. He killed his father, and supposedly him too. He guessed he'll have the satisfaction of killing him twice.
“Funny, they send me back to bring you there myself,” he growled, moving the nozzle of his gun down to Lilia’s jaw, threatening to pull the trigger.
She’s a small woman and Flavio could easily yank her all around he wanted, heedless if he was hurting her or not. He was waving at her like a warning that if he do something, her life would be the consequence.