My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 869

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Chapter 869 -869 First Move

But before he could act, the other officer, perhaps the only one with a shred of sense, grabbed his arm, halting his rash movement. The Commander General, meanwhile, reclined in his seat with an arrogant smirk, convinced the situation would resolve itself in their favor.

Kisha, however, showed no sign of fear. She didn’t even look mildly concerned. With an air of composure, she raised her glass of orange juice and took a slow sip, her eyes locked on the unfolding fight like it was no more than a performance staged for her entertainment. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The three soldiers were clearly skilled, Kisha could admit that, but they had made the mistake of underestimating Tristan. He wasn’t just a bodyguard or a normal secretary anymore. As an awakened ability user, his physical limits had long since surpassed those of any normal human.

Every punch he threw landed with bone-jarring force, each kick sending tremors through the floor. His movements were precise and unrelenting, dodging with agility and countering with brutal efficiency.

Each time his fists connected, his opponents staggered back with grimaces of pain. Their coordinated attack quickly turned into a scramble for defense.

Kisha didn’t flinch. She simply watched, calm, composed, and utterly unmoved, while her protector dismantled their arrogance one strike at a time.

It didn’t take long for the middle-aged officer’s face to turn ashen. His three men lay sprawled on the ground, coughing blood, clutching their stomachs and chests in agony. Meanwhile, Tristan, calm, cool, and completely untouched, walked back to Kisha’s side without a drop of sweat on his brow.

In contrast, the officer’s subordinates looked like they were on the verge of death.

Stunned, the other officer who had been restraining the older officer’s hand let go, speechless. But the older one, clearly rattled after losing his upper hand, hastily raised his gun at Kisha in desperation.

Kisha’s smile twistedly with a glint of darkness, danger, and sinister in them.

“Are you sure you want to go down that path?” Her voice was low, cold, and deliberate, echoing through the room filled only with the sound of labored, pained gasps. It carried the weight of a threat far more lethal than the weapon pointed at her.

“Woman, you should know when to stop.”

“Oh?” Her eyes narrowed. “No—you should know when to stop.”

Without warning, the barrel of the gun dropped to the floor with a heavy clunk, severed cleanly from the grip still trembling in the officer’s hand. He stared in shock, breath catching in his throat. He hadn’t seen her move. He hadn’t even blinked.

Yet now, she held a gleaming dagger in one hand, the cold blade glinting like ice, sharp, and deadly.

His heartbeat spiked as fear seized him. His hand trembled, and the broken remains of the weapon slipped from his grasp.

“I’ll ask you one last time,” Kisha said, voice stripped of all amusement. Now it was cold, flat, merciless. “What’s your decision? Or should I end this here and now?”

The Commander General, realizing the situation was spiraling out of control, and terrified they might not make it out alive, was the first to crack under the pressure.

“We’ll do as you say!” he shouted, hands raised in surrender.

The older officer, once brought in to intimidate or negotiate with Kisha, was now utterly useless. Worse, he had angered her. The Commander General could tell: they were no longer negotiating from a place of strength. They were at her mercy.

He hadn’t anticipated that the man standing behind Kisha would be so powerful, or that someone could slice a gun in half without anyone seeing how. The impossibility of it only deepened his fear.

There was no denying it now. These people were far too dangerous. And their lives… were entirely in Kisha’s hands.

“Good,” Kisha said simply, lowering the dagger in her hand.

Of course, this wasn’t just any weapon—it was a +3 enhanced dagger, so sharp it had sliced through the officer’s gun like it was nothing more than tofu. She’d used it deliberately, not to kill, but to intimidate. To scare. To make the cowardly Commander General bend to her will.

They were already in the belly of the beast. Did they really think she would just let them walk away empty-handed?

No. Kisha needed answers, what they were up to in the Capital, what schemes were unfolding behind the scenes. And more than that, she had unfinished business with the Commander General. In this life, he hadn’t yet committed the sins he did in her past. But she didn’t care. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, and she wasn’t about to give him the chance.