"Sir, they are retreating! What are your orders?"
"Fall back! This is not their full force yet. It is foolish to fight them with more than half our men already killed." The leader said coldly as led their retreat.
Santharus saw the enemies retreat and instantly ordered his men over the radio. "I need three men here to get our wounded brothers back, and retreat back to the fleet!"
He then kept his Texan .45 Caliber rifle and pulled out a Kriss Vector Carbine .45 Automatic Cartridge Pistol. Its range was shorter than the Texan .45 Caliber, but it is better in close range and its accuracy was definitely top-notch.
Santharus silently followed their enemies and tracking them was not a problem with their drones in midair. The reason why the enemies were not able to see the drones was because they were high up in the sky on the direction of the sun and the sun's bright light shielded the drones from their enemies' sights.
Santharus saw less than ten men moving towards several cars parked three hundred and fifty meters away.
He pulled the trigger of the Kriss Vector.
"Dadadadada! Dadadadada!"
Rounds and rounds of bullets were fired towards the escaping enemies who were unaware of Santharus' presence despite there being a rear guard.
Another three men died from those rounds of bullets.
The leader aimed his weapon behind and saw Santharus hiding behind a tall tree. He then pulled the trigger and fired multiple shots on Santharus. The latter hastily ran towards his left when he saw the leader aim his gun at him, barely dodging the bullets.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The tall tree he was hiding previously was riddled with holes.
Santharus then grabbed a flash grenade that was firmly attached to his left hip and threw it towards the direction of his enemies.
The enemies thought that it was a hand grenade and they hastily ran. Santharus aimed at the running enemies and pulled his trigger.
"Dadada! Dadada!"
Two more men groaned in pain before they fell on the ground dead. And now, only three enemies were left alive.
'Fuck! Our mission was to ambush these men, but we are the ones getting ambushed! Fuck!' The leader cursed in his mind as he ran towards the car.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Dadada! Dadada!"
"Aargh!"
"Aargghh!"
Santharus hastily ran and followed the escaping leader and he saw the latter start the car and turned to escape.
"Vroom! Vroom!"
Santharus took out his Texan .45 Caliber rifle hastily and aimed at the moving car's tires before pulling the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Screech!"
The car lost its balance and rammed on a huge tree with a loud...
"Bang!"
Santharus moved towards the car carefully not putting down his aim at all towards it at all. He saw that the driver's seat was open and no one was there to be found. He then felt a strong amount of origin essence coming from behind him. He turned around and aim his gun, but it was swatted away by a strong kick.
'Peak S-Class level fighter, almost reaching the King-Class!' Santharus thought to himself with a bit of surprise after he felt the strong amount of origin essence from the man he was currently facing.
"You bastard! You killed all my men!" The man was tall with a ripped physique and his golden hair shone brightly like a sun.
The blonde man dashed towards Santharus in anger and threw a roundhouse kick aiming for the latter's head.
'It's hard to fight in hand to hand combat with this thick armor. I'm at a disadvantage here and I haven't even broken through the King-Class level yet.
Santharus blocked the kick with his arms and grabbed the outstretched foot, but the blonde man hastily took it back. Santharus inched closer to the blonde man erratically while pulling a knife from his side sneakily.
The blonde man was unaware of what Santharus did and threw multiple punches. The latter had a hard time evading the punches with his heavy armor and took several hits. He may be wearing armor, but it was not built to receive punches, but to block bullets. He still felt a bit of pain, but Santharus' face did not change one bit.
'It is time!' He saw the blonde man threw a straight punch towards his stomach, but Santharus allowed the man to hit him so that he can grab his arm. He then twisted the man's arm in the opposite direction making the blonde man flinched in pain. Santharus then aimed his dagger on the man's neck.
"What is your purpose in ambushing us?" Santharus asked coldly as the knife in his hands touched the man's neck.
"Try moving one more time and your head will roll on the ground in less than a second." He threatened Santharus when he saw the blonde man move his free hand. The latter froze at the threat, obviously an effective tactic.
"We were the ones ambushed by you, bastard!" The man cursed angrily, but he did not move for fear that Santharus will kill him. He did not want to die a slow and excruciating death.
"Requesting support here, I captured the enemy leader," Santharus said over the radio.
"Roger that! Three minutes to arrive in the location by car."
The blonde man sighed and thought to himself. 'Why do we have to provoke this group? The higher-ups were just obviously tempted about the artificial intelligence they had. Shit.'
"Vrooom! Vrooom!"
More than ten men armed with high powered rifles came, creating a stifling atmosphere for the blonde man.
Santharus switched his hold on the knife back-handedly and hit the blonde man's temple with the knife's handle.
"Carry him inside the car. We will bring him to the tower and show him to..." That was the last words he heard before his consciousness blanked out.
An unknown number of hours passed by. The blonde man's eyelashes fluttered slowly as he opened his eyes with a bit of difficulty. He found himself in a dark room with only a small lamp producing a dim yellowish light. His hands and feet were tied with thick metal chains and his body was also tied tightly on the chair he was currently sitting on.
In front of him was a man with a silver wolf mask and long silver hair. The man's cherry red lips were smiling teasingly at him while his silver eyes flashed with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Wolf King." The blonde man muttered unconsciously.