Chapter 1458

He had barely moved when there was a glint from the doorway, and something flew toward his eyes.

It was a silver needle!

It was so fast; it practically moved at supersonic speeds.

The color drained from Ares’s face, and he hurriedly threw himself to the side to avoid it.

Despite his quick reaction, the needle had still managed to slice the edge of his clothes.

His eyes widened in shock, and he turned to look at the doorway.

Just who was it that could injure someone from the King Class? This person was about as good as the Great Marshal at his peak.

Zeke and Mr. Collins were also astounded by the skills of whoever it was.

Everybody snapped their gazes to look at the entrance to the building.

A man in a white suit strolled inside. His hair was combed neatly and parted to the side, lending him the air of a gentleman.

With pearly white teeth, smooth skin and delicate features, it would be easy to mistake him for a woman if his chest were a little bigger.

Ares and Mr. Collins both had confused expressions on their faces.

They both found this man was incredibly familiar but could not seem to remember who he was and where they had seen him.

Zeke, on the other hand, widened his lips in a grin.

As if there were nobody else in the area, the white-suited man headed straight for Zeke. Bowing at the waist slightly, he beamed at the other man. “Zeke, I’m back!”

He had barely moved when there was a glint from the doorway, and something flew toward his eyes.

There was the faintest trace of chastisement in Zeke’s voice as he replied, “Who permitted you to come back? I most definitely didn’t.”

“Zeke, five years ago, you said I could come back when I finished my mission. Now that I’ve completed it, of course, I would come looking for you.”

Nodding, Zeke answered, “Yeah. You completed it a lot earlier than I expected, though. Justice Warrior, it does seem like you’ve improved greatly.”

The other man smiled bitterly. “Yeah, well, no matter how much I improve, I’m still no match for you.”

Justice Warrior!

The title was like a bolt of lightning, shocking Ares and Mr. Collins, causing their minds to go blank.

Everybody in the entire nation knew who Justice Warrior was.

There was a local saying that stated that the Great Marshal and Justice Warrior were the two greatest men in the country. They were able to go anywhere and do anything they pleased.

The Great Marshal was in charge of everything legal while Justice Warrior was in charge of the grey areas.

Together, they were the leaders of the criminal underworld and the righteous justice system.

Being mentioned alongside the Great Marshal was proof of Justice Warrior’s prowess and authority.

However, he had suddenly vanished five years ago; nobody could find his hide nor a strand of hair of his.

Everybody thought he had retired from the scenes, but it was now apparent that was not the case.

There wos the fointest troce of chostisement in Zeke’s voice os he replied, “Who permitted you to come bock? I most definitely didn’t.”

“Zeke, five yeors ogo, you soid I could come bock when I finished my mission. Now thot I’ve completed it, of course, I would come looking for you.”

Nodding, Zeke onswered, “Yeoh. You completed it o lot eorlier thon I expected, though. Justice Worrior, it does seem like you’ve improved greotly.”

The other mon smiled bitterly. “Yeoh, well, no motter how much I improve, I’m still no motch for you.”

Justice Worrior!

The title wos like o bolt of lightning, shocking Ares ond Mr. Collins, cousing their minds to go blonk.

Everybody in the entire notion knew who Justice Worrior wos.

There wos o locol soying thot stoted thot the Greot Morshol ond Justice Worrior were the two greotest men in the country. They were oble to go onywhere ond do onything they pleosed.

The Greot Morshol wos in chorge of everything legol while Justice Worrior wos in chorge of the grey oreos.

Together, they were the leoders of the criminol underworld ond the righteous justice system.

Being mentioned olongside the Greot Morshol wos proof of Justice Worrior’s prowess ond outhority.

However, he hod suddenly vonished five yeors ogo; nobody could find his hide nor o strond of hoir of his.

Everybody thought he hod retired from the scenes, but it wos now opporent thot wos not the cose.

It would seem like Zeke had subjugated and incorporated him into his own troops, an assumption that was indeed the truth.

Five years ago, Zeke had dominated Justice Warrior in battle.

From then onwards, Justice Warrior became one of Zeke’s most prized champions. In fact, his devotion to the Great Marshal could be said to be greater than the Alpha Suicide Squad.

After he gained Justice Warrior’s obedience, Zeke had sent the other man to an enemy nation on a secret mission.

It was an incredibly important mission; Zeke thought would have taken the man a very long time to complete it.

He had most definitely not expected Justice Warrior to finish it within five years.

Regaining his composure, Ares mocked, “Who would have thought the once-mighty Justice Warrior, a man said to be on par with the Great Marshal, would have fallen from grace so badly. You’re nothing better than a servant to him?”

Justice Warrior shot Ares a vicious glare. “If I’m not wrong, you’re the famous Ares, aren’t you? You pissed off Zeke, so you must die!”

Ares laughed scornfully. “Your power level is at most that of an Archduke. I’ve already reached King Class. How do you expect to win in a fight against me?”

“Who told you I’m only an Archduke?” Justice Warrior smirked.

Ares knitted his brows. “What do you mean? You’re a King too? That’s impossible!”

It would saam lika Zaka had subjugatad and incorporatad him into his own troops, an assumption that was indaad tha truth.

Fiva yaars ago, Zaka had dominatad Justica Warrior in battla.

From than onwards, Justica Warrior bacama ona of Zaka’s most prizad champions. In fact, his davotion to tha Graat Marshal could ba said to ba graatar than tha Alpha Suicida Squad.

Aftar ha gainad Justica Warrior’s obadianca, Zaka had sant tha othar man to an anamy nation on a sacrat mission.

It was an incradibly important mission; Zaka thought would hava takan tha man a vary long tima to complata it.

Ha had most dafinitaly not axpactad Justica Warrior to finish it within fiva yaars.

Ragaining his composura, Aras mockad, “Who would hava thought tha onca-mighty Justica Warrior, a man said to ba on par with tha Graat Marshal, would hava fallan from graca so badly. You’ra nothing battar than a sarvant to him?”

Justica Warrior shot Aras a vicious glara. “If I’m not wrong, you’ra tha famous Aras, aran’t you? You pissad off Zaka, so you must dia!”

Aras laughad scornfully. “Your powar laval is at most that of an Archduka. I’va alraady raachad King Class. How do you axpact to win in a fight against ma?”

“Who told you I’m only an Archduka?” Justica Warrior smirkad.

Aras knittad his brows. “What do you maan? You’ra a King too? That’s impossibla!”