The Gentle Warlord

Author: Caspian Creed

Chapter 1: Wolf King Released

Words : 1787 Updated : Mar 13th, 2025

The iron gate of Spring Fourth Prison slowly opened. "Hurry!" "Surround them!" Dozens of burly men were already waiting in the square outside the gate. They rushed forward and completely sealed off the exit. Today, eight prisoners were being released after serving their sentences. The prisoner walking at the front was dumbfounded. What was going on? Dozens of burly men, all dressed in black suits, stood with their hands behind their backs, their expressions cold and hostile. They were not here with good intentions. Leading them was a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man held a photo and compared it to each prisoner as they walked out, as if he were looking for someone. This made the prisoners break out in cold sweat and wonder, "Could it be that these people have a grudge against one of us?" Getting out of prison only to be hunted down—what terrible luck. As a result, each prisoner ran faster than the last. Two minutes later, the first seven prisoners left one after another. Lorenzo Santee was the last to step out of the prison. He casually closed the iron gate behind him, glanced at the scene outside, and said calmly, "Are you looking for me?" "Mr. Santee!" The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly narrowed. The dozens of men around him instantly tensed up, treating Lorenzo as if he were a formidable enemy. Their eyes were locked onto his every move, ready to strike at any moment. Lorenzo, however, ignored them completely. "Don't call me Mr. Santee." Lorenzo shook his head and brushed past the middle-aged man. "From the moment I was framed and sent to prison, cast out of the Santee family, I no longer belong to the Santee family." The middle-aged man reached out and blocked Lorenzo's path. "Whether you admit it or not, the Santee family blood runs through your veins. Mrs. Eleanor has ordered us to take you back to Joyfield City to see her." As he spoke, he signaled to the burly men around him. In an instant, the group swarmed forward, tightening their encirclement. Layers upon layers of men closed in. Not even a fly could escape. "What if I refuse?" Lorenzo showed no fear, but his gaze turned ice-cold. He sneered, "Did that old woman tell you what to do if I resist?" "We'll drag you to Mrs. Elaeanor, whether you live or die!" The middle-aged man turned to face Lorenzo, his killing intent unmasked. With the Santee family's influence in the Joyfield City, they would not face any consequences even if they brought Lorenzo's corpse back. "Is that so?" Lorenzo was momentarily stunned. Then, he laughed. His laughter carried a trace of sorrow. Fate was unpredictable. William Santee had passed away, and Eleanor Santee had taken charge. Unlike William, Eleanor had never liked Lorenzo because his mother was from a low-ranking family in Spring City. Lorenzo's mother was unfit to be his father's wife. In Eleanor's eyes, Lorenzo's mother was just an opportunistic woman clinging to the Santee family. Lorenzo was the woman's child, unworthy of inheriting the Santee family's legacy. He wasn't even worthy of carrying the Santee name. When Lorenzo and his mother returned to Spring City for a family visit, a woman appeared in his bed. The Santee family's people barged in and accused him of rape, sending him to prison. His mother was heartbroken but powerless. She returned to the Joyfield City, knelt before the Santee residence's gates for three days and nights, begging Eleanor to spare Lorenzo. Three days later, she was taken to the hospital, where she died despite emergency treatment. Lorenzo's hatred had never faded, and Eleanor had no intention of letting him go either. The moment he stepped out of prison, she wanted him dead. "Mr. Santee, please come with us." Lorenzo had no way to resist. The middle-aged man's tone and expression showed no respect at all. "When you return to Joyfield City, if you kneel at the Santee residence's gate like your mother did and repent, maybe Mrs. Eleanor will show you mercy and spare your life." To the middle-aged man, Lorenzo was nothing but a pathetic stray dog. "Spare my life?" Lorenzo's gaze was as sharp as blades as he stared into the middle-aged man's eyes. He spoke coldly, "Too baa. Even if you knelt before me right now and begged for your life, I wouldn't spare you!" Bang! When his words fell, the middle-aged man's body curled up like a shrimp, then shot backward like a cannonball, crashing into several burly men behind him. Everyone was stunned. Lorenzo was too fast. No one even saw how he attacked. All they knew was that several men had fallen in the blink of an eye. "You ungrateful bastard!" The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his stomach, and struggled to get up, but he couldn't. He roared, "Kill him! I want him dead! I'll take full responsibility!" The surrounding men snapped out of their daze and charged at Lorenzo. Bang! But before they could attack, another loud noise rang out. One of the burly men, who had just raised his fist, suddenly had a gaping, bloody hole in his wrist. His blood splattered on their faces. Everyone froze again. It was a gunshot. The burly man's wrist was shot. "All of you, stop right now! Anyone who moves will die!" A furious roar echoed from the distance. The burly men instinctively turned their heads, only to see dozens of military jeeps forming a long convoy, roaring toward them. On each jeep, several camouflaged soldiers stood side by side, each holding an assault rifle. The sight was terrifying. "Surround them all!" In the blink of an eye, the jeeps screeched to a halt outside the prison square. The soldiers jumped out and formed another three-layered encirclement around the burly men, raising their rifles—black muzzles aimed at their heads. The scene fell eerily silent, broken only by the sound of men nervously swallowing their saliva. The burly men were elite bodyguards trained by the Santee family. They were fearless and accustomed to killing. But against heavily armed military forces, they were nothing. They would have been scared out of their wits by now if it had been anyone else. "You… you guys…" The middle-aged man, still lying on the ground, turned pale. His back was drenched in cold sweat. He stammered in disbelief, "Who are you people? There must be some mistake! We are the Santee family's bodyguards from Joyfield City." He focused on the middle-aged officer who had just given the order, hoping the Santee family's name would carry some weight. The officer bore a single star on his shoulder. He was a major general. However, the major didn't even spare him a glance. He ignored the middle-aged man's words, walked straight to Lorenzo, saluted, and said with guilt, "Wolf King, I apologize for my lateness."

The Gentle Warlord

Chapter 1: Wolf King Released

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