The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 230: Wins and Losses (3)

Did you have to go this far? Seething with anger, the veins in Spade’s arms surfaced, and he almost shattered the armrest.

All he wanted to do was scream and vent his anger, as at any moment he might go to the frontlines himself, but he hated that he couldn’t because of his identity. Spade also couldn’t be overcome by his anger, so he had to suppress it.

Damn it! He gripped his hand as though itching to strangle the Marquis’ neck and shut his eyes firmly. He tried to calm down and exhaled deeply, but he was still furious deep within that Spade would surely lose it sooner.

"Send forces immediately to the establishments where a fight broke out and make sure you all saved the civilians." Spade’s head leaned on his hand that was resting on the armrest, opening his eyes which were glimmering with dangerous shade, he continued. "And kill all the instigators."

If the Marquis could casually create chaos while also not giving him any face, then Spade would not show any mercy either.

Then I guess it’s my fault for thinking a lunatic is aware of war ethics, huh? Spade mocked himself, blaming the fact that he was still following the rules set by him.

He then lifted his head, gazing at the monitor that was playing the situation in one of the exits. Spade’s eyes flickered with menacing light, burning with madness.

If only Spade could stop thinking in his rational mind as an Emperor, he could just order all his forces to barricade the gates and make sure that the Marquis couldn’t leave the capital alive. However, no matter how much he wanted that, he was aware that if he did order that, the dead count this night would only increase and might escalate into a full war.

It seemed that was his disadvantage, which the Marquis could exploit. Spade had strong forces, yes. But he was also tied down by his responsibility and his people, unlike the Marquis, who could create chaos without thinking of anyone but his own wicked goals.

Still, there was no way he would let the Marquis get away unscathed; he had to pay the blood debt for his people eventually. Spade would make sure of it.

"Call in the forces outside; once the Marquis leaves the capital’s vicinity, intercept them as much as they can."

There was no way to fight with so many civilians around, but it was a different matter once they had already left the capital’s vicinity. But they were all waiting until they discovered where the leader was.

While there were fights in some hotels, they were still few in number. And the civilians implicated were those in the lobby or unfortunates that happened to be outside while the majority of the hotel guests were inside their rooms, and after hearing the gunshot sounds, all hid in panic, much less left their rooms. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

It might be the case, but this day would still mark the most terrifying attack that happened in the empire in recent years. It was truly the dawn of war, and the world would witness how the organization was the biggest and most dangerous terrorist organization of today.

What was happening quickly trended on the internet, spreading fear all over the world. The empire didn’t hide it, and they never had the intention to, as they issued a statement immediately informing the world of the culprit and their origins.

Recently, the organization had been in the spotlight after the Moonlight Festival attack, so the people immediately recognized who they were.

As soon as the news came out, the people, not only from the empire but from the whole world, all called out their governments. Since this terrorist organization had the courage to wage war against the Empire, what about the countries that were weaker?

Just thinking about it made the cry far louder. And the World leaders had no choice but to call an emergency meeting regarding this and contact the empire for further information about the alliance against this detestable organization.

The effect that Spade wanted was achieved, but he wasn’t happy in the slightest. Despite his anger, his focus was still on the battle that erupted all over his empire. The fight at the hotels was all quickly under control once the reinforcements arrived, except for one, which held far more force than the others,

The organization’s suicide agents were also cunning as they held hotel guests and staff hostage, so it was a stalemate. Shifting to the battle outside the capital, they all finished, and the rebels were apprehended.

The whole domain was also under the authorities’ control. It was alarming, though, that one of the counts still managed to retaliate as he made his private army go berserk, giving them a hard time. However, since he had this kind of forbidden drug, this made him a rather important figure for the Black Intel so he would have special treatment for added torment and interrogation without human rights.

As chaos descended on the empire and the world, Spade now narrowed his eyes; it seemed what they had been waiting for had finally decided to show himself.

Unlike at the checkpoints, there were few cars at the West National Road exit, as it was currently blocked by the authorities. Still, It wasn’t deserted, as the royal guards had now taken over this section.

Some were civilians who were waiting to enter the capital. However, no one was making a fuss this time, and they obediently waited inside their car. Not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t dare to.

Once the Marquis had arrived, the tension increased significantly, and the royal guards all positioned themselves, ready for combat. With an intimidating set-up like this, all the civilians could feel something was going to happen. How would they complain and make a fuss when they were busy praying for their lives?

"Father," Levin called; somehow it was disgraceful to keep calling his father like that. He was aware of the chaos and the deaths of the comrades and civilians, and as he knew it was his father’s doing, Levin was ashamed to call him like that.

His guilt and embarrassment suffocated him once more.

Like usual, the Marquis, who only pulled down the window of the van, had a casual expression as though he were not taking his son seriously or the forces that were surrounding them.

"I must say, you’re quite impressive, son," the Marquis praised, with a kind smile on his lips. If it were any other day, Levin might have a feeling of joy, as after all the years his father had complimented him, but in this situation, he could only clench his teeth and swallow the disgusting feeling that was slowly consuming him.

As if he couldn’t see the expression of his son, the marquis shamelessly continued, "But alas, it’s disappointing that you still can’t act as the dominant alpha you are. Son, when will you act as His Majesty’s lackey?"

This time, Levin’s gaze sharpened at the mention of Spade. "You don’t deserve to call His Majesty like that."

The marquis seemed unfazed and unsurprised by his reaction, and he only shook his head. He then roamed his eyes around nonchalantly; there was some amusement in his eyes.

"Are you here to arrest me, son?" Even though he was saying that there was something in his tone. The true meaning behind his words was, Do you dare arrest me, son?

Levin went stiff, no matter how he convinced himself that he could. He was still affected by his father and the fact that he truly conflicted inside. But as he thought of his mother, Spade, uncle, Rave, Arren, and all the people they had sinned against, Levin’s determination would be reignited, overtaking his guilt.

He knew that even though his father seemed so easily caught in his hands now, he was not a fool. Despite acting casual, he sure has his trump cards, something that both he and Spade have always been cautious about.

Exhaling the complicated sensation within, he spoke, inquiring about something that was most important to him.

"Where is my mom? Father, leave her be," he pleaded, worried for his mom and slightly calling for her, but a few minutes had passed and his mom didn’t respond. His expression sank, especially as his father’s grin widened.

"Sorry son, my lovely Coreen is not with me," His father informed him, satisfied with Levin’s expression of stun and confusion, which were written across his face.

"W-What do you mean mom is not with you?" Levin asked in confusion before almost shouting, "Where is she?"

The Marquis enjoyed his son losing his composure and teased him even more. He shrugged, "Hmm, let me think. Ah, I seemed to have lost my Coreen." Chuckling with Levin’s expression, he added, "Wait, I mean I left her somewhere."

Levin couldn’t even care less about his father’s obvious provocations, and all he could think of was the fact that his mother was not with his father and was left in the capital.

"No, I don’t trust you." He frowned, gripping his hand harder.

"It’s up to you, son." His father was unbothered about his feelings; he smirked. As the window was slowly rising, the Marquis left a few words: "Find her, son. She loves to hide and seek nowadays."

Levin seemed to freeze where he stood; he couldn’t even react as the convoy of his father passed by him. The royal guards, without any order, only chose to position themselves with protecting the civilians as their priority.