Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 140

CHAPTER 122 PART 1

“Get your filthy hands OFF me!” Cosmo shrieked, jerking away with theatrical outrage. The motion brought her body close to the janitor’s for a fraction of a second-long enough for her fingers to brush against the concealed blade at his waist.

Dragon King-taught precision allowed her to disarm him without anyone noticing. The weapon slipped from its hidden sheath into her palm, then disappeared up her sleeve with movements too fast for ordinary eyes to track.

The janitor’s smile froze fractionally. His hand instinctively moved toward where the blade should be-then stopped, maintaining his harmless facade.

She took it, he realized with cold shock. In one second. Without anyone seeing.

“Miss, please calm down,” the flyer distributor said, her earlier shock replaced by calculated concern. “I apologize if I offended you. Perhaps we could discuss compensation? Somewhere quieter?”

“Compensation?” Cosmo’s voice carried perfect pitch between greedy interest and continued outrage. “For insulting me? For touching my fifty-thousand-dollar bag with your dirty flyers?”

“Of course,” the janitor interjected smoothly. “My sister didn’t mean any harm. But if you feel wronged, we’d be happy to make it right. There’s a storage room just down that hallway-private, quiet. We can settle this like civilized people.”

The crowd around them murmured with growing hostility:

“She’s crazy!”

“Attacking workers over nothing!”

“Someone should call the police!”

“Rich people think they own everything!”

The flyer distributor raised her hands placatingly toward the crowd. “Please, everyone, there’s no need for police. This is just a misunderstanding. We’ll handle it privately.”

Smart, Cosmo thought. Police mean delays. Delays mean missing their assassination window on Marcus. They need me away from witnesses but can’t afford official intervention.

“I’m calling security!” One bystander pulled out his phone.

“Don’t bother,” another man said, his voice carrying ugly certainty. “Let her get what’s coming. Entitled brat needs to learn respect.”

The mob mentality shifted dangerously. Several people stepped closer, their body language aggressive. The assassins had successfully weaponized public outrage-creating chaos they could exploit for escape or use as

cover.

Then Nicholas Lancaster appeared.

Four men in black suits flanked him, their professional presence instantly recognizable to anyone familiar with Grayson City’s underworld. Nicholas’s crippled leg didn’t diminish his authority as he limped forward, his weathered face carrying the kind of quiet menace that made ordinary people back away instinctively.

“What’s the problem here?” Nicholas asked calmly, his eyes sweeping the crowd.

“This woman attacked-” someone started.

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They attacked anyway-professionals trained never to surrender, to fight until death rather than face capture. The janitor went high, the flyer distributor low, coordinated assault meant to overwhelm through simultaneous angles.

Cosmo’s hands moved in patterns her master had drilled into her through thousands of training sessions. Silver needles erupted from her sleeves-the Nine-Turn Heavenly Spirit Needles, wielded with precision that approached but didn’t quite match the Dragon King’s mastery.

Twenty projectiles. Twenty vital points.

The twins collapsed before their coordinated strike could land, dead before their bodies hit the concrete floor. No screams. No final words. Just sudden, absolute death delivered with surgical efficiency.

Cosmo stood over the corpses, breathing normally despite the lethal exchange. She retrieved her needles with practiced care waste not-and arranged the bodies to look like they’d died from natural causes rather than assassination.

Master would approve, she thought. Clean. Efficient. No witnesses.

She tidied her appearance, unlocked the door, and walked back toward the main shopping corridor as if nothing had happened.

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Marcus looked up as Cosmo slid back into her seat, noting the subtle signs of combat only someone with his experience would detect-slightly elevated heartbeat, faint scent of adrenaline, the particular satisfaction in her expression that came from successful kills.

“Done?” he asked mildly.

“Done,” Cosmo confirmed. “Gemini won’t be collecting any more bounties.”

Marcus sighed, his dragon aura pulsing with frustration that had nothing to do with the assassins. “I can’t even take my wife shopping without people trying to kill me.”

“That’s what happens when you’re the Dragon King,” Cosmo pointed out bluntly. “You’ve killed how many people over the centuries? Destroyed how many organizations? Made how many enemies? Your name is on every major bounty list in the Shadow Warrior world.”

“I know,” Marcus admitted. “Which is why a peaceful life isn’t something I can just choose anymore. It’s something I’d have to fight for. Ironically.”

“At least you have Quinn,” Cosmo said. “The Sacred Saintess. That’s more than most immortals can claim.”

Marcus’s expression softened slightly. “True. She’s-”

He stopped mid-sentence, his dragon senses detecting wrongness three stores down where Quinn, Lance, and Anna were shopping. The signature was subtle but unmistakable-hostile intent, focused attention, the particular energy pattern that suggested someone preparing to act.

Not assassins, Marcus analyzed instantly. Different threat profile. More… personal.

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