Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 245

CHAPTER 173 PART 1

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Marcus Steel’s dragon-enhanced speed carried him through the abandoned streets like a bullet.

The fleeing Shadow Warrior was fast-professionally trained, physically conditioned for exactly this kind of escape-but against the Dragon King, speed meant nothing.

Marcus closed the distance in seconds.

His hand moved to the darts he’d collected from the rooftop, selecting two with practiced precision.

He threw both simultaneously, dragon power guiding their trajectory with inhuman accuracy.

The first dart struck the Shadow Warrior’s left calf.

The second embedded in his right thigh. Both legs buckled instantly, poison and pain combining to destroy mobility.

The assassin crashed to the pavement, momentum sending him skidding across broken concrete.

Marcus was on him before he could recover. His boot came down on the Shadow Warrior’s back, pinning him with dragon strength that made resistance impossible.

The Shadow Warrior’s hand moved toward his mouth-standard protocol for captured operatives.

Bite the concealed poison capsule, die quickly, prevent interrogation.

Marcus’s fist came down like a hammer, dragon-enhanced force driving into the Shadow Warrior’s jaw with enough power to shatter bone.

The impact knocked teeth loose, expelled the poison capsule along with blood and fragments of enamel, and left the assassin gasping in agony.

“No easy deaths,” Marcus said quietly, his dragon aura making the air feel thick and suffocating. “You attacked me. Killed my allies. Tried to murder Miguel Abbott. Those actions have consequences.”

The Shadow Warrior glared up at him through blood-streaked eyes, defiant despite the pain radiating from his broken jaw and poisoned legs.

“Who sent you?” Marcus asked calmly.

Silence. The Shadow Warrior’s eyes closed-preparing for death, accepting it, embracing it as preferable to betrayal.

“Death is a luxury now,” Marcus continued conversationally. “Not a right. You’ll get it eventually-but only after you’ve told me everything I want to know.”

He shifted his weight slightly, grinding his boot against the Shadow Warrior’s spine. The assassin’s eyes flew open, pain overwhelming defiance.

“Still silent?” Marcus observed. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

His hand moved to the Shadow Warrior’s left arm. With surgical precision enhanced by dragon power, he gripped the elbow joint and twisted. The crack was sickening-bone separating from bone, tendons tearing, the entire joint destroyed in a single motion.

The scream that followed was raw and desperate. The Shadow Warrior’s teeth clenched so hard they cracked, his lips splitting as he bit through them to keep from begging.

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“Impressive tolerance,” Marcus acknowledged. “But I’ve been perfecting interrogation techniques since before you were born. Dragon wisdom passed down through centuries. Every method tested. Every weakness catalogued. Nobody- and I mean nobody-has ever withstood the full treatment.”

He reached for the other arm.

“Wait!” The Shadow Warrior gasped through his ruined mouth. “Wait… I’ll… I’ll talk…”

Marcus paused. “Smart choice. Who sent you?”

“Stan…islaus…” the Shadow Warrior forced out, each syllable clearly agonizing through his shattered jaw.” Stanislaus… Potter…”

Marcus’s dragon eyes narrowed slightly. Then his fist came down one final time, dragon power focused into a single devastating strike to the Shadow Warrior’s skull. The assassin’s head caved inward. Death was instant.

Footsteps approached-Miguel Abbott and his remaining bodyguards catching up, weapons drawn, scanning for additional threats.

“Boss!” Miguel called out. “Are you injured?”

“Minor bruises,” Marcus replied, stepping off the corpse. “Nothing serious.”

Miguel looked down at the dead Shadow Warrior, then at the bodies visible in the abandoned buildings behind them. “You got all of them?”

“All four,” Marcus confirmed. “Though this one talked before I killed him.”

“What did he say?” Miguel’s expression hardened. “Who sent them?”

“He claimed Stanislaus Potter,” Marcus said.

“That son of a-“Miguel’s fury ignited immediately. “After everything we just went through? After I helped expose the Lancaster Family’s manipulation? Potter sends assassins anyway?”

“No,” Marcus interrupted calmly. “He lied.”

Miguel blinked. “What?”

“The Shadow Warrior lied,” Marcus repeated. “Stanislaus Potter didn’t send these assassins.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Potter isn’t that stupid,” Marcus explained. “We just watched him turn against the Lancaster Family. Watched him take Richard Lancaster into custody. He gained everything he wanted-revenge against those who manipulated him, new leverage in provincial politics, the moral high ground. Why would he immediately throw that away by attacking us?”

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