Drakon of the Seven Armies

Chapter 3

Isaac walked in. He’d followed Allegra and Isabella back stealthily, careful that they wouldn’t notice him. Only when he heard Allegra’s cry did he hurry up, and he was surprised to hear Madam Fran’s audacious demand.

“You’ve got guts, you asshole; I’ll give you that. I’ve been here for ten years now, and you’re the first person who’s had the balls to lay a finger on me.” Madam Fran pointed at him, looking infuriated.

Allegra shielded Isabella and backed up against the wall. She knew Madam Fran was infamous for being a bully because her husband was a well-known gangster in these parts.

Isaac silently walked toward Allegra and stood before her, staring down Madam Fran and the ruffians. He said coldly, “You have ten seconds to get out of my sight, or I’ll make you regret stepping foot in here.”

Allegra looked at him with shock and disbelief.

Madam Fran was truly infuriated now. She waved a hand and roared, “Get him! Beat him to a pulp!”

Two of the four ruffians whipped out metal pipes from behind them while the other two rushed at Isaac with their fists raised. Isaac stepped forward, stopping the first metal pipe with his bare hands. The second one landed right on his shoulder, though. He let out a muffled groan and staggered forward.

After that, he made little effort to dodge the other attacks, allowing the ruffians to beat him up.

Allegra stared at him as he crouched on the floor, and she panicked at the sight of the sneers on Madam Fran and the ruffians’ faces. What was wrong with him? Why was he allowing them to beat him up after saying such obnoxious things? What happened to the powerful man just now?

She let go of Isabella and ran toward Madam Fran, crying, “Madam Fran, please stop. He’ll die! I’ll pay you the money. Please, tell them to stop! Please!”

Isaac looked a lot like her dead husband, and she knew he’d offended Madam Fran for Isabella’s sake. She couldn’t stand by and watch him die.

When Madam Fran heard that she would compensate, she laughed and waved a hand. “Alright, that’s enough.” Then, she looked at Allegra and sneered. “You’re so slutty even after being disfigured. Does your heart ache to watch your lover get hurt?”

The ruffians returned to stand behind Madam Fran, panting. Isaac looked up, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stood up, walked over to Allegra, and smiled. “You’re as kind as ever. Don’t worry, you won’t have to fork out a single cent.”

Madam Fran burst out laughing. “You’re great at making yourself look good, aren’t you? Look at the state you’re in, and you’re still flirting with a widow. Bah!”

Allegra looked confused. She didn’t know what he was up to, so she said, “J—just go! You’re no match for…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Isaac turned around and grabbed Madam Fran at the speed of light. His fingers tightened around her neck, and he lifted her off the ground effortlessly, despite her large size. When the ruffians saw this, they immediately swung their fists at him.

With three kicks, he sent three of them flying. The last one received a punch to the face, breaking his nose and making blood spurt everywhere. He fell to the ground, clutching his nose and letting out a tormented cry.

Madam Fran was starting to suffocate, and her face was red. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked at the capricious man before her.

“I’ll only say this once—she’s not a widow.” Isaac looked her in the eye, and she nodded fearfully. Without even flinching, he walked over to the balcony while still holding her up.

“Ah!” Madam Fran screamed as she was flung over the balcony, finally landing on the ground with a loud crash. Silence descended upon them. Isaac walked back into the apartment and said coldly to the ruffians, “If you don’t get that fatso to the hospital now, she’s going to die.”

They jolted in shock and ran out as quickly as possible.

Allegra looked at him fearfully, her voice shaky as she asked, “D—did you throw Madam Fran off the balcony?”

Isaac nodded. “She’ll live.”

Isabella suddenly clapped from behind them. “Mister, that was awesome! Mom won’t be bullied anymore!”

Isaac took in the rundown apartment and frowned as he looked at Allegra. “Ally, did you sell the Riverview villa?”

The Riverview villa was the last thing Isaac’s parents had left him before passing away, and he’d given it to Allegra as a wedding gift. Though their marriage was a matrilocal one, Isaac didn’t mind it. After all, Allegra used to be Cloud City’s number-one beauty.

Allegra’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and she couldn’t stop her voice from trembling as she asked, “H—how do you know about the villa?”

“I’m your husband, Isaac.”

Isabella stared at him, seemingly searching for something.

Allegra didn’t say anything in response. She silently walked into her bedroom. Two minutes later, she came out with a piece of paper and handed it to him. When Isaac saw the words printed on it, his eyes bulged. “A death certificate?”

“My husband died seven years ago after being executed by way of shooting. This is the death certificate that the authorities gave me.” Allegra’s tone was scarily calm. She didn’t tell Isaac that her heart had died with him.

After cleaning up a little, Allegra grabbed a cheap-looking tote bag. She held Isabella’s hand and said, “Isabelle, Grandpa invited us over for a meal.” They left the apartment with Isaac trailing them.

Allegra suddenly turned around when they got downstairs and looked at him with red eyes. “Who are you? Please, stop following us.”

“Mom, I like him,” Isabella said in a small voice.

Isaac grinned. “I’m following Bella. Come on, let’s go.”

Allegra didn’t say anything else. She hurried along while holding onto Isabella. The three of them got onto the bus. Half an hour later, they arrived at the Riverview stop.

Isaac felt dazed as he looked at the familiar environment. This was one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Cloud City and also his home. Had Ally’s parents moved in here as well?

Ten minutes later, they stopped before a villa. Allegra turned to glance at him, a complicated look in her eyes. She asked, “What exactly are you up to?”

“This is my home and also yours. Yours and Bella’s.” Isaac pointed at the villa, sounding a little mad when, through the window, he saw the man smoking on the sofa. It was Andrew, his brother-in-law—the man who’d made him take the blame for murder seven years ago.

Something puzzled Isaac. Back then, the Booths had been rich. Why had Andrew moved into his villa? He walked up the steps to the entrance without waiting for Allegra to return to her senses.

“Hey, what are you doing? Don’t do anything rash,” Allegra cried, chasing after him.

They walked into the living room to see Andrew smoking while sitting on the sofa with his legs propped up on the coffee table. When he heard their footsteps, he turned and smiled. “Why, hello…”

He broke off when he saw Isaac stride in with a frosty expression.

“It’s been seven years, Andrew. Don’t you recognize me?” He sneered.

“Y—you’re a g—ghost!” Andrew’s face twisted with fear, and he jumped to his feet, turning to run deeper into the villa.