King

Middle East.

A small country.

Inside a lavish royal palace.

On the throne that had originally belonged to the king sat a young-looking white man.

He lounged there brazenly, his eyes half-closed.

Four or five women of various charms attended to him with utmost care.

"Ah!"

One of the women accidentally spilled a tiny bit of wine.

It soaked his collar.

She immediately dropped to her knees in terror.

"Please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

The man said nothing and did not even open his eyes.

He merely waved a hand slightly.

Two uniformed soldiers entered.

Ignoring the woman's screams, they forcibly dragged her away.

Not long after, a bang! sounded from outside.

A gunshot!

The remaining women could not help but tremble all over, their wide eyes filled with fear!

But they could not tremble!

Once they started trembling, they could easily make a mistake.

And then, the one dragged away to be shot would be them!

They could only forcibly suppress the fear in their hearts and serve the man before them even more diligently.

This tyrant!!

As for Andrew, who was enjoying all this, he naturally did not think there was anything wrong with it.

Back in Seattle, when the Thermobaric Bomb exploded, he had suddenly spotted a nearby sewer entrance.

Then he had crawled into the sewers.

He had to thank the fact that he had spent some time living down there before.

Otherwise, like an ordinary person, he never would have thought of it.

Although entering the sewers had barely saved his life, he had still suffered serious injuries.

Carried along by the current, he had drifted into the middle of a deal between a group of criminals.

Behind those people stood anti-American forces from abroad.

After discovering Andrew's identity, they brought him back with them.

They had originally intended to control Andrew, but they had severely underestimated his strength.

Or rather, they had not expected Andrew to become even stronger!

After regaining consciousness, he had advanced from Current Propulsion to the realm of Magnetic Field Rotation!

After Andrew killed them all, new people soon came to contact him.

These people were the true masterminds. The earlier criminals had merely been guns they used.

They wanted to cooperate with Andrew.

Andrew had originally intended to kill them all, but in the end, he did not make a move.

Because that Thermobaric Bomb had made him reassess humanity's power.

With his current strength, he might be able to withstand a Thermobaric Bomb, but he definitely could not endure a real nuclear bomb explosion!

Before he could truly become immune to humanity's most powerful weapon of destruction, the nuclear bomb, Andrew knew that he could not completely disregard humanity's existence.

So he chose to cooperate.

Afterward, he had even occupied a small Middle Eastern country by force.

He turned it into his own base of operations.

Those anti-American forces behind the scenes, and even America itself, already knew about this.

They could also pinpoint his location.

Yet neither side dared to act rashly.

Just as Andrew was immersed in the thrill of holding life and death in his hands.

Someone came to spoil the mood.

A soldier walked in.

"Your Majesty the King, Snape wishes to see you."

Andrew slowly opened his eyes and said lazily, "Let him in."

Soon, a man dressed in a long black coat, with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, walked in.

"Mr. Demort, we've helped you settle the trouble with the United Nations. Your throne is now legitimate and recognized by the world.

But it seems you haven't honored our agreement. Those U.S. Military bases deployed throughout the Middle East are still standing untouched!..."

Before he could finish.

Snape suddenly felt as though a massive hand had clamped around his throat.

"Urgh...!"

His entire body rose slowly into the air against his will. His legs thrashed wildly as he struggled desperately, but it was utterly useless.

The veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes protruded, bloodshot veins filled his eyeballs, and his face turned the color of liver.

Just as he seemed about to suffocate to death.

That force suddenly vanished.

Bang!

Snape crashed to the ground. He gulped down air, fresh oxygen flooding his lungs and reviving him, only to send him into a violent coughing fit.

Andrew dismissed the maid beside him.

Then he slowly rose to his feet.

And walked over to Snape.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Snape trembled all over. In that instant just now, he had truly thought he was going to die!

Andrew said coolly, "Trouble with the United Nations? Heh, who are you trying to fool with that? Whether they recognize me or not, I am still the king here!

My power, my status, everything I have comes from my strength!

Not from anyone else's recognition!

As for our agreement, I hope you understand one thing: the initiative is mine!

I'll do whatever I want. You think the likes of you can restrain me?

Fuck off!"

With a wave of Andrew's hand, Snape was flung straight out of the palace.

The moment he hit the ground, another scream rang out.

Who knew how many bones he had broken.

Andrew could not have cared less. If this guy—or rather, the force behind him—still had not been somewhat useful.

For daring to speak to him like that, he would have been killed long ago!

Just then, he noticed that Snape had actually endured the pain and crawled back.

"Hm?!

Do you really think I won't kill you?!"

Snape met his gaze and immediately felt a chill run through his heart!

That overwhelming sense of mortal danger completely eclipsed even the pain in his body.

This was true terror!

He hurriedly shouted, "King Demort! I have a very important piece of intelligence here. You'll definitely be interested in it!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? Let's hear it."

He turned and returned to his throne.

Only then did Snape let out a breath of relief.

He had originally planned that if Andrew refused both threats and persuasion, he would use this information as leverage to make Andrew destroy those U.S. Military bases.

But after seeing those eyes just now, he regretted it.

He absolutely could not do that!

Otherwise, he would really die!

Thus, Snape held nothing back and spilled everything he knew in one breath.

"According to our intelligence, a military base on Adak Island was destroyed by a riot.

But the truth is, that base was holding..."

"Holding whom?"

"Matt Garetty! It took us great effort to verify this intelligence."

General William, the person in charge of the base, had also been taken back by the Pentagon for investigation.

We wanted to track down Garrety, but so far, we still had no leads.

The Pentagon was also searching for him. As for whether they had found anything, we had no way of knowing."

After hearing this news, Andrew—

stood there in a daze for a moment.

Then he waved a hand, signaling the soldiers to take Snape away.

A long while later—

waves of chilling laughter echoed through the palace, where only Andrew remained.

"Matt, my cousin... I never thought you were still alive!

That's wonderful, hahaha!

This time, I'll tear you apart with my own hands—tear you apart with my own hands!!"