Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 62

CHAPTER 62 PART 1

Noah Miller pushed himself up from the cracked warehouse wall, blood dripping from his mouth, his arms still trembling uncontrollably. He tried to speak-to defend himself, to explain, to salvage some dignity from this catastrophic defeat.

“I was-”

“Shut up,” Marcus said.

The two words carried such contempt, such absolute dismissal, that Noah actually flinched. But worse than the words was what followed-Marcus’s dragon eyes boring into him with the kind of perception that saw through lies, through facades, through carefully constructed reputations to the rotten truth beneath.

“Anthony ‘the Viper’ trained you,” Marcus said, each word deliberate. “One of the legendary assassin masters. He took you in as a promising student, taught you the Eagle-Claw Hand, groomed you to be his successor.”

Noah’s face went pale. How could this man know about Anthony? That was forty years ago, buried history that-

“And then came the Hong Kong assignment,” Marcus continued relentlessly. “A billion-dollar hit on a triad leader. You and four other students, all elite assassins, all trained to perfection. The job was perfect-until it

wasn’t.”

“Stop,”

“Noah whispered, but Marcus ignored him.

“The target had better security than expected. The escape route got compromised. Your team was surrounded. And you “Marcus’s voice dripped with disgust, “-you ran. Left your comrades to die. Abandoned them to save your own skin.”

Gerrard Cooper’s eyes widened. He’d heard vague rumors about Noah’s past, but never the full story. Never this.

“Three of your brothers died that night,” Marcus said. “Killed by triad enforcers while you were already halfway across the city. The fourth survived long enough to report your betrayal to Anthony. And when the Viper learned what you’d done…”

Noah’s hands clenched despite the pain, his face twisted with decades-old shame and rage.

“He disowned you,” Marcus finished. “Branded you a traitor. Put out word in the underworld that Noah Miller was a coward and a deserter. You’ve been running from that shame ever since, haven’t you? Hiding in the Three Blade Group. Building a new reputation. Killing people weaker than yourself. Pretending to be something you’re not.”

His dragon aura flared, making the air shimmer with ancient power. “A deserter and a coward. No wonder you reek of shame.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!” Noah roared, his professional calm completely shattered. “I survived! That’s what matters in this business! Survival! They would have died anyway! I just-”

“Just chose yourself over your brothers,” Marcus interrupted. “Just proved that when it mattered, your legendary training meant nothing compared to your cowardice.”

Noah’s cultivation energy exploded outward in pure rage, dark power flooding the warehouse. Several Three Blade soldiers actually stepped back, recognizing their master’s fury reaching dangerous levels.

But Marcus stood perfectly still, unmoved, his dragon aura casually dispersing Noah’s energy like smoke hitting stone.

Outside the warehouse, Bridger Davis pulled out his phone with shaking hands. He’d slipped away during the

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confrontation, supposedly to “coordinate logistics,” but really to set up the final contingency.

“Listen carefully,” Bridger spoke quietly into the phone. “The situation inside is… complicated. Noah Miller is losing. Badly. I need you to mobilize everyone-and I mean EVERYONE. Surround the warehouse. Wait for my signal. When I give it, storm in and kill everyone except Sonny Ridge.”

“But sir,” his lieutenant’s voice came through, “Sonny Ridge is already-”

“I know he’s dead!” Bridger hissed. “I’m telling you the official story! We’re here to rescue our deputy manager! The fact that Aaron Jackson already killed him just means we’re justified in using lethal force! Now mobilize!”

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CHAPTER 62 PART 2

He hung up, checking his watch. Five minutes until reinforcements arrived. Five minutes to watch Noah Miller- supposedly invincible-get destroyed by this unknown force.

Inside, Noah attacked again, his Eagle-Claw Hand technique still formidable despite his broken state. Desperation and rage gave him a burst of power, his talons aiming for Marcus’s throat with killing intent honed over decades.

Marcus sidestepped casually, his dragon-enhanced perception making Noah’s “lightning-fast” strike look slow. His counter was a simple palm to Noah’s chest-no elaborate technique, just raw dragon power concentrated into a single point.

BOOM!

Noah flew backward again, crashing through another stack of crates, sliding across the floor before slamming into a support pillar. He coughed blood, his vision swimming, his legendary Eagle-Claw Hand completely useless against someone operating on a different level of existence.

“That’s four times now,” Marcus said conversationally. “Four times I’ve knocked you down. Four times you’ve failed to even touch me. At what point do you accept that you’re outclassed?”

Gerrard Cooper watched with growing horror. He’d hired Noah Miller specifically because the old assassin was supposed to be invincible. Had paid him an astronomical salary based on his legendary reputation. Had built entire operational strategies around having an enforcer who never lost.

And now that enforcer was being systematically destroyed, each knockdown more humiliating than the last, his vaunted Eagle-Claw Hand looking primitive compared to Marcus Steel’s dragon power.

“Boss,” one of the Three Blade soldiers whispered nervously, “what kind of power is that? It’s not cultivation… it’s something else…”

“Something ancient,” another agreed, fear creeping into his voice. “Like the stories old masters tell about bloodlines that predated modern techniques…”

“Dragon bloodline,” a third soldier breathed, making the connection. “The legends say dragon cultivators operate beyond normal human limits. That their power is older than our civilization. That-”

“Shut up!” Gerrard snapped, but even he couldn’t deny what they were all seeing. Marcus Steel wasn’t just beating Noah Miller. He was operating on a completely different plane of power. Making decades of elite training look like children playing at martial arts.

Noah pushed himself up again, blood streaming from multiple wounds, his arms barely functional, his legendary reputation in absolute ruins. But he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t retreat. Couldn’t accept that his entire life’s work—his techniques, his experience, his hard-won skills-meant nothing against true power.

“Come on,” Marcus said, his voice carrying that terrible mocking edge. “Get up. Try again. Show everyone here why you’re worth that massive salary. Prove you’re more than just a deserter hiding behind a stolen reputation.”

Noah charged forward with a wordless roar, desperation overriding tactics, shame overriding strategy-

And Marcus broke him again, his dragon-enhanced strike sending the legendary Eagle-Claw Miller to the ground for the fifth time.

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