Awakening the War God

Chapter 211 I Want to Hold Your Hand

"Damn it, he dodged my sniper shot!"

A white-haired foreign man in a hat cursed and quickly stowed his sniper rifle.

The target was too formidable; he had to withdraw for now.

Carrying a case with his concealed weapon, he left the rooftop and descended the staircase in the middle unit.

But as he reached the fourth floor, he unexpectedly ran into Gabriel.

"Hello!"

Gabriel waved with a smile, finally catching this troublesome fellow.

"How did you know I would come this way?"

The white-haired man asked in French, surprised.

This abandoned building had three staircases leading to the rooftop.

Yet, he had the unfortunate luck to be discovered in a one-third chance encounter.

"I don't like to waste words on a dying man."

Gabriel understood and replied in French. This was a remnant of his memories from before.

His expression was cold as he descended the stairs.

Originally, he had intended to wait on the ground floor, so it wouldn't matter which staircase the sniper used. However, his keen hearing led him to lie flat at the entrances of the three staircases,

and he heard enough to confirm that the sniper was using the one in the middle.

So, he decided to create a "romantic encounter".

"Go to hell!"

The white-haired man took two steps back, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

Quickly, he pulled out a gun from his back and fired repeatedly at Gabriel.

"Damn!"

Cursing loudly, Gabriel nimbly maneuvered in the narrow staircase, dodging bullets and leaping off the handrail.

In just a couple of steps, he caught up with the assassin.

His Heaven Blade transformed into an iron whip, swiftly coiling around the white-haired man's left ankle.

With a strong pull, he yanked the man down.

The assassin's buttocks bounced down the stairs and came to a halt in front of Gabriel.

"Trying to run?"

Gabriel sneered, manipulating his device to turn the Heaven Blade into a short knife.

He forcefully thrust downward, piercing through the white-haired man's right forearm.

"Ah!"

A pained cry escaped the white-haired man's lips, his face contorted in agony.

His handgun fell to the ground.

Gabriel picked up the gun, drew his Heaven Blade, and spoke coldly, "You guys are so weak. How dare you be assassins? How dare you come to kill me?"

He stomped heavily on the white-haired man's chest.

The force of this kick was great, causing the white-haired man to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Then, he used the gun barrel to strike the man's face, speaking once again with a cold tone, "If you want to live, answer my questions honestly. Who sent you?"

With blood oozing from his right arm, the white-haired man struggled and whimpered in pain, "You're quite skilled; we failed to confirm it was our mistake. But don't think it's over. Someone will come after you. Just wait and see!"

"You're not answering my question!"

In anger, Gabriel used the gunstock to ruthlessly strike the man's head several times, creating a bloody depression in his skull.

He couldn't stand nonsense.

"Oh?"

At that moment, he suddenly noticed that the white-haired man's eyes had rolled back.

He was dead!

"Killed so easily?"

Gabriel was slightly surprised. He opened the man's mouth and immediately smelled an unusual odor.

It turned out the man hadn't died from the beating. He had hidden poison in his mouth, bitten it, and succumbed to its effects.

"Those guys might not have been top-notch, but they sure had grit. They'd rather bite the dust than spill the beans on who's pulling the strings behind them."

With a heavy sigh, Gabriel whipped out his newly acquired cellphone and dialed up Santos.

"Hey, Santos, we had a run-in with five foreign assassins just a bit ago. Don't worry, I handled them. Can you send someone over to clean up the scene? Also, I need you to dig up info on these folks."

"You tangled with foreign assassins?" Santos sounded taken aback. "Okay, I'll get our team on it right away. You're not injured, are you?"

Gabriel glanced at the bloody hole in his left hand and gave a rueful chuckle. "Just a minor flesh wound, no biggie. Thanks for the prompt response!"

After hanging up, he made his way downstairs.

The crash site where the Mercedes and the SUV had collided was now swarming with curious onlookers.

Timing was everything-police sirens wailed, and the officers arrived.

Seeing that, Gabriel decided to make his exit.

Sticking around would undoubtedly lead to an annoying round of questioning.

A major hassle!

A little over an hour later, he left the hospital, his left hand wrapped in bandages.

He hailed a cab and headed to the examination center.

He had to be there for Zoe today, no matter what.

Outside the examination center, several traffic cops were on duty. A group of middle-aged women held banners that read, "Quiet Please, SAT in Progress."

Seeing those banners, Gabriel couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If a bit of noise could throw a student off, there was no need for sympathy.

SAT tested the students, but it was the parents who were a bundle of nerves.

A horde of parents gathered at the gate, eagerly awaiting their kids.

In the crowd, he spotted Christopher and Blind John.

Blind John was squatting on the side, puffing on a cigarette, while Christopher, like the other parents, was anxiously waiting.

"Chris, don't worry. Zoe's got the skills to ace this, outshining all the other students," Gabriel reassured him.

His unexpected appearance jolted Christopher.

After recovering his wits, he looked at Gabriel's bandaged left hand with concern and asked, "You okay, Gabriel?"

Before Gabriel could respond, Blind John chimed in.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"If it was anyone else, they'd be nursing a mangled left hand. But not this guy, he's as tough as a wall!"

Gabriel shot a playful glare at Blind John.

Describing him as 'tough as a wall' was less than flattering.

Blind John inquired, "So, those assassins, no need to ask. You surely took care of them. But do you know who sent them?"

Gabriel shook his head and let out a sigh.

And then, he kept his silence.

He had no idea who had sent the assassins!

"Ding."

Just then, his phone rang.

The ringtone was pretty loud, causing several middle-aged women to shoot him annoyed glances.

"Sorry, ladies, my bad!"

He apologized repeatedly before answering the call.

He moved to a quieter spot and spoke in a hushed tone to Thomas. "Hey, Thomas, you couldn't have picked a worse time to call!"

"What's going on? Tell me!" Thomas sounded impatient.

"Sorry, boss, it's a genuine emergency!" Thomas explained urgently.

"Alright, spill it," Gabriel said, narrowing his eyes.

Thomas went on, "Here's the deal. A woman showed up at the Dark Night Club today, claiming to be from the Gumoldur Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall. She said she has an urgent matter and is looking for you."

"Gumoldur Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall?" Gabriel was completely bewildered. "Did this woman say what she wants from me?"

He had no dealings with the Gumoldur Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall.

This woman's visit was rather strange!

Thomas replied, "I asked, but she wouldn't spill the beans. She insisted on waiting for you. I'll be back at the club."

After some thought, Gabriel glanced at the school where the exams were taking place and then told Thomas, "I won't be able to return until 5 o'clock this afternoon. Tell her to wait at the club, and make sure to give her good treatment. Also, let Leon know about this, and have him hang out with her at the club till I get back."

"Copy that!" Thomas acknowledged.

After he hung up the phone, Gabriel mused silently.

Why would someone from the Gumoldur Clan of Ghostly Purgatory Hall be looking for him?

It seemed that something had gone haywire again within the Ghostly Purgatory Hall!

A little over half an hour later, the resounding bell rang.

All the parents converged at the school gate, eagerly waiting to welcome their kids.

The first subject, Chinese, had wrapped up!

In the midst of the eager crowd, the first student emerged from the examination hall, attracting everyone's attention.

Afterward, groups of students walked out together, each being taken home by their respective parents.

Gabriel, Santos, and Zoe craned their necks, finally spotting Zoe among the crowd.

Some people are naturally exceptional, effortlessly standing out.

Zoe's charisma outshone her peers, evident at first glance.

"Gabriel, your hand is okay, right?" After bidding her classmates goodbye, Zoe came to Gabriel's side, concern in her eyes.

Gabriel grinned and reassured her, "Just a minor scratch, no big deal! So, how did your exam go? What was the essay topic?"

"Normal performance!" Zoe replied with a gentle smile, stealing a glance at Gabriel's left hand. "The essay topic was 'I Want to Hold Your Hand'!"

"Uh..." Gabriel looked a bit awkward. That essay topic sounded like it was about him...