The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 73

Tonight was the boxing match between Jaden and Stanwell. It was unexpectedly popular, so many blogs have posted it with millions of views.

After the scene Jaden pulled at Winston’s party—where he humiliated Stanwell in front of hundreds—clips had gone viral within hours. Blogs lit up. Memes flooded the net. Everyone was talking.

“Who’s the guy who embarrassed Stanwell?”

“Dude’s got guts. Or a death wish.”

“Stanwell’s gonna paint the ring with him.”

And just like that, a match no one cared about turned into the most hyped street fight of the year.

Bets flew fast. People sold watches, cars, even land just to stake on Stanwell. The odds were 40 to 1. No one believed Jaden stood a chance.

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A blacked-out SUV pulled up to the front gates of The Vale Dome, a repurposed mini-stadium on the edge of the city—rented out by Stanwell himself.

Drax sat behind the wheel, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. The parking lot was full of muscle cars, armored sedans, and limos — the kind of vehicles owned by people with power, guns, or both.

Jaden sat in the back, arms folded, wearing a long dark coat, silent like a storm waiting to hit.

Drax looked back. “My king, I can walk in there right now, break his jaw, tear his boys down one by one. You don’t need to lift a finger.”

Jaden finally looked up. Calm. Cold.

“Let me have my fun,” he said, voice like ice. “Just wait here. I won’t be long.”

He opened the door and stepped out, boots crunching softly against the pavement. He adjusted his coat collar and walked off, slow and relaxed.

Like he was heading into a party.

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Inside, the scene was madness wrapped in luxury.

Gold lights. Velvet ropes. Guards with rifles.

The dome was packed with underground bosses, gang lieutenants, high-stake gamblers, sleazy celebrities, and washed-up boxers trying to stay relevant. The air smelled like cigars, blood, and dirty money.

Jaden’s eyes scanned the lobby casually, but he didn’t miss the red flags.

Too many guards. Armed. Watching him.

Predators behind every corner.

He smirked.

So that’s the plan, huh?

He kept walking.

As he moved deeper, a group of women in glittery dresses noticed him. Their gossip carried through the hallway.

“Oh my god... look at him.”

“He’s so hot. Is he a model?”

“He has to be rich. You can smell it.”

“I swear, I’m already wet.”

Jaden didn’t even blink.

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t glance.

He walked past them like smoke past fire.

He grinned when he saw Jaden step up.

The crowd quieted down just enough to hear.

“So you actually showed,” Stanwell said, mouth curled into a sneer.

Jaden pulled off his coat slowly, neatly folded it, and passed it to the ring assistant like he had all the time in the world.

“I realized,” Jaden said calmly, stepping onto the ring apron, “you needed a lesson.”

He looked around the stadium.

“I just didn’t expect you’d invite this many people... to watch you get humiliated.”

That hit like a slap.

Stanwell’s grin twitched. His jaw tightened. His crew behind him hissed, eyes narrowed.

“You talk a lot for a dead man,” Stanwell growled. “You think the Winston brats are here to save you now?”

Jaden stepped fully into the ring, standing face to face with him.

“I don’t need saving,” he said. “Especially not from a worn-out insect like you.”

Stanwell flinched.

A flicker of rage passed through his eyes.

Then the grin returned — wider, darker.

“I’m going to kill you tonight,” he said quietly. “I hope you brought an ambulance.”