Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 110

CHAPTER 105 PART 2

Marcus and Quinn’s Mansion – Third Floor Study – 10:47 PM

Marcus sat at his computer in the private study Quinn rarely entered, logging onto a website that existed in the deepest corners of the dark web. The interface was stark, encrypted, accessible only to those with specific

credentials that changed weekly.

The bounty board loaded.

MARCUS STEEL – $100,000,000

AARON JACKSON – $100,000,000

The amount had doubled since this morning. Marcus’s dragon eyes scanned the details with clinical detachment. More Shadow Warriors had expressed interest. More mercenary groups were mobilizing. The Brand family- specifically Cameron Brand-was pouring resources into this vendetta with reckless abandon.

Could have been worse, Marcus thought. If I hadn’t made that warning call earlier, it would be triple this.

His secure phone buzzed. Encrypted number, but one he recognized.

“Report,” Marcus said without preamble.

“Young Master.” The voice belonged to one of his subordinates from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance-a man named Victor Chen who’d been monitoring Shadow Warrior movements for three years. “Most operatives have backed off after receiving our warning. The smart ones understand the implications.”

“And the ones who aren’t smart?”

“Still coming. Five teams confirmed arrival in Grayson City tonight. They either don’t believe the warnings or don’t care.”

Marcus leaned back in his chair, dragon senses already mapping potential threats. “Do I need intervention from the Alliance?”

“No, Young Master. That would only escalate matters. Better to handle this quietly.”

“Agreed. Give me details on the five teams.”.

Victor’s keyboard clicked in the background. “First team: The Five Tigers. Veterans, solid reputation, twenty combined years in the business. Second team: Phantom Blades, specializing in close-quarters assassination. Third: Ghost Protocol, long-range specialists. Fourth: Silent Death, poison experts.”

He paused.

“And fifth?” Marcus prompted.

“The Empress.”

Marcus went completely still. “Repeat that.”

“The Empress, Young Master. Also known as Cosmo. She’s-”

“I know who she is,” Marcus interrupted quietly, A slight smile curved his lips despite the situation’s seriousness, “She came?”

“Arrived two hours ago according to airport surveillance, Young Master, she doesn’t know it’s you. The bounty

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listing uses your current identity-Marcus Steel, civilian. She has no idea she’s hunting the Dragon King.”

Marcus’s smile widened. Cosmo. His youngest disciple, weakest in natural talent among his students but fierce enough to compensate through sheer determination and ruthless efficiency. Three years ago, she’d vanished from the Shadow Warrior world while searching for him-her master who’d disappeared after his memory was damaged.

And now she’d returned to Grayson City, unknowingly hunting the very person she’d spent three years trying to

find.

“The irony,” Marcus said quietly, “is almost poetic.”

“Should we warn her, Young Master?”

“No. Let her come. This will be… educational.”

“Understood. Sending detailed intelligence on all five teams to your secure phone now.”

The call ended. Thirty seconds later, Marcus’s phone buzzed with encrypted files containing photographs, known capabilities, weapons preferences, and psychological profiles of everyone coming to kill him tonight.

He studied each file with dragon-enhanced memory that absorbed every detail instantly. The Five Tigers were competent but predictable. Phantom Blades relied too heavily on speed over strategy. Ghost Protocol had never faced targets with supernatural abilities. Silent Death’s poisons wouldn’t affect dragon physiology.

And Cosmo…

Marcus pulled up her file, seeing the cold, beautiful face he remembered from training sessions three years ago. Dark eyes that missed nothing. Movements like flowing water. A mind sharp enough to predict opponents’ actions before they made them.

She’d been fifteen when he’d taken her as a student. Now eighteen, she’d carved a legend through the Shadow Warrior world that rivaled assassins twice her age.

She learned well, Marcus thought with genuine pride. Almost too well.

He closed the laptop and stretched, his dragon senses detecting the night’s approaching violence with calm acceptance. Sleep would be impossible-not with five teams of professional killers converging on Grayson City, all determined to claim hundred-million-dollar bounties.

But at least the evening wouldn’t be boring.

National Mount Hotel – Rooftop Hot Springs – 11:23 PM

Five men lounged in steaming water, their scarred bodies testament to decades of survival in the world’s deadliest profession. The Five Tigers-James “Claw” Patterson, Derek “Fang” Morrison, Kyle “Stripe” Anderson, Brian ” Shadow” Hughes, and their leader Vincent “Apex” Taylor-represented one of the most respected Shadow Warrior teams in North America.

“So the Empress actually showed up,” James said, his voice carrying grudging respect. “I thought that was just a rumor.”

“No rumor,” Vincent confirmed, his scarred face thoughtful in the steam. “Airport surveillance confirmed it. Cosmo herself. The legend. Here in Grayson City.”

Derek whistled low. “Hundred million dollar bounty draws everyone out of hiding, I guess. Even disappeared assassins.”

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“She’s dangerous,” Kyle said seriously. “I heard she killed twelve experienced operatives in one night three years ago. Single-handedly cleared an entire safehouse.”

“And then she vanished,” Brian added. “Nobody’s seen or heard from her since. Until now.”

Vincent leaned forward, his tactical mind already calculating angles. “Here’s what we know: Cosmo trained under someone. Someone powerful enough that even mentioning her master makes veteran Shadow Warriors nervous. Nobody knows who, but the speculation is it’s one of the old monsters-maybe even from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.”

The name made everyone go quiet. The Alliance was whispered about but rarely discussed openly. Forces that made entire governments nervous. Power structures that predated modern civilization.

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