Prime Evolver System
Chapter 66 - 66 - Teaching A Lesson
As the boss came back to his senses a dreadful, horrific sight greeted him. All of his men, the more than 2 dozen men sized group, were lying on the cold hard pavement, over the containers, or seemingly trashed and thrown further away towards the exit. Bruised, battered, some even had strange puncture-like wounds on their abdomen, their drops of blood still spilling, painting the dark gray asphalt in vermillion.
Even his two most trusted and strongest lieutenants, Brother Iron and Brother Metal were on the ground, sprawled out in the same pose as they were thrashed and thrown against the container.
Only the shopkeeper boy, the unknown teen, and the blonde woman remained standing. The strange teenager standing a few steps away from the other two, his gaze resting at the brutal scenery.
Like a hawk, suddenly as the bald boss man looked at the boy with an unbelieving gaze, the youngster's head suddenly turned, his eerie-looking predatory gaze snapped towards his direction.
It was then, that he spotted his heterochromatic eyes. Those dark as the night irises, one completely black, whilst the other with the blood-red ring shielding it. The cruel, thirsty look in the boy caused a shiver to run through the boss man's back.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, however, he quickly regained his senses. He, the one that usually is the feared, the famed leader of the Hudson Reavers, how could he be trembling in front of a scrawny little boy, a blonde bimbo, and an already beat-up bastard?!
Realizing this, the bossman's face contorted, twisting and revealing a cruel grimace. Grabbing the railings, he jumped over, landing with a loud thump on the ground.
"Hey boy… What did you do?" He hollered, with a cold tone. Meanwhile, he quickly reached for his side pockets, equipping a pair of brass knuckles. 'Playtime is over you little sh*t. I'm gonna cripple you, and taste that b*tch right in front of you for this!' He grinned, his thoughts already wandering to the envisioned aftermath once again.
The proud and arrogant leader refused to believe that this one simple teen was responsible for all of his men's current, pathetic state. No, that was impossible! Something must have happened while he was deep in his own thoughts!
The mysterious boy, Lucien, simply smirked at the bald, tattooed bulky man's nervous question. He could see the same pride, the same contempt in his eyes, the disbelief and clinging to the illusion rather than the reality displayed in front of him.
He was certain that, just like his men roughly a minute ago, didn't think that he would pose any threat. Still, in the blink of an eye, their world was violently brought down as they were flung away without putting up any meaningful resistance.
Still, it was already too late, no matter what they tried, they couldn't defend or escape from the swift hand of justice. Bones cracked, then shattered, blood was coughed up and spat out as they were nothing more than naughty children in front of their father.
"I only played the role of the kind father, and taught them a very important lesson." Giving him a few seconds to prepare, Lucien forced a calm, mostly controlled look on his previously crazed-looking face.
The bloodlust, the hunger, the thirst has started to overpower his senses and his mind. Only by training his mind, could he stabilize his condition and not lose himself in the senseless crazy, red haze.
The bald man, on the other hand, was quickly losing the last bits of his mind. He couldn't believe this weird boy's words. He grimaced, showing a hideous-looking scowl, exclaiming with a fit of growing anger in his tone.
"Don't you dare to lie to me, you brat! Tell me the truth, and I might just let you and that other boy walk away in one piece after crippling you! What happened here? Why are all my men lying on the ground in such a state?"
"Hmm…" Showing a thoughtful expression, Lucien rubbed his chin as if he was really contemplating the 'generous' offer. "So if I understand you correctly, you either forgot about my companion, or you refuse to let her go?"
"Yeah, what about it?" The bald leader grinned, a lustful glint flashed across his eyes as he glanced at Sera once again. "Your blonde wh*re is going to have to come with me! After all, today's events may cause me an emotional scar unless she would nurse me back to health!"
Still, despite his threats, the woman in question never reacted to any of his words. She was ignoring the entire situation, fully focused on treating the beat-up boy's wounds.
As he continued to look at the back of the tasty-looking prey, the cold tone of the youngster he was supposed to be facing brought him back to reality once again.
"Has no one ever taught you some basic manners?!" He coldly exclaimed, his previously forced calmness vanished instantly. His dark as the night eyes could almost bore a hole in the man.
"What did you say, you little sh*t?" Reaching the point of no return, the leader clenched his fists, the brass knuckles bronze shine glimmered under the setting sun's orange-tinted rays.
There was no more response from either side. The bald leader of the local gang flashed a menacing, hardened look, quickly scanning for the joints and other potential weak spots on the teenager's body.
Although he wasn't as thin as he was exclaiming in his taunts, he wasn't a bulked up hulky muscled giant like him either. From an initial glance, it was obvious that the young boy stood no chance against him and his bone-shattering punches.
Still, he was slightly alerted and wary. The whole situation, the weird, inexplicable scene of his men sprawled out in the alley was too strange for him to ignore.
"DIE!" He suddenly roared, dashing forward, bolting towards Lucien with his right arm already raised and cocked, ready to unleash his famed bone-shattered right strike.
He crossed the measly distance between them in an instant, almost as if he blinked forward in space, arriving in front of the smiling bastard. Without giving a chance to react, the leader fired his arm, releasing most of his strength into this single, decisive strike. His fist sailed across the air, drawing a gentle horizontal curve swiftly reaching towards the still face of the youth.
However, just as his fist would have connected, the impossible happened. The bald leader's eyes went wide, he couldn't accept what was happening in front of his very own eyes.
The attack he was certain would cause a swift and abrupt ending to this arrogant teen and destroy that annoying attitude of his… it was blocked. His brass knuckle-covered fist was caught by the boy's hand, his fingers bore into his skin.
An impossible, incomprehensible pressure was pressing against his bones, the leader's nerves were fired up, the pain was quickly starting to overwhelm his mind.
Serving as a wake-up call, the leader was finally brought back to the harsh, cruel reality. No matter how hard it was to accept, this youngster was truly the cause of the current state of his gang!
Even his two most trusted and strongest lieutenants, Brother Iron and Brother Metal were on the ground, sprawled out in the same pose as they were thrashed and thrown against the container.
Only the shopkeeper boy, the unknown teen, and the blonde woman remained standing. The strange teenager standing a few steps away from the other two, his gaze resting at the brutal scenery.
Like a hawk, suddenly as the bald boss man looked at the boy with an unbelieving gaze, the youngster's head suddenly turned, his eerie-looking predatory gaze snapped towards his direction.
It was then, that he spotted his heterochromatic eyes. Those dark as the night irises, one completely black, whilst the other with the blood-red ring shielding it. The cruel, thirsty look in the boy caused a shiver to run through the boss man's back.
Realizing the absurdity of the situation, however, he quickly regained his senses. He, the one that usually is the feared, the famed leader of the Hudson Reavers, how could he be trembling in front of a scrawny little boy, a blonde bimbo, and an already beat-up bastard?!
Realizing this, the bossman's face contorted, twisting and revealing a cruel grimace. Grabbing the railings, he jumped over, landing with a loud thump on the ground.
"Hey boy… What did you do?" He hollered, with a cold tone. Meanwhile, he quickly reached for his side pockets, equipping a pair of brass knuckles. 'Playtime is over you little sh*t. I'm gonna cripple you, and taste that b*tch right in front of you for this!' He grinned, his thoughts already wandering to the envisioned aftermath once again.
The proud and arrogant leader refused to believe that this one simple teen was responsible for all of his men's current, pathetic state. No, that was impossible! Something must have happened while he was deep in his own thoughts!
The mysterious boy, Lucien, simply smirked at the bald, tattooed bulky man's nervous question. He could see the same pride, the same contempt in his eyes, the disbelief and clinging to the illusion rather than the reality displayed in front of him.
He was certain that, just like his men roughly a minute ago, didn't think that he would pose any threat. Still, in the blink of an eye, their world was violently brought down as they were flung away without putting up any meaningful resistance.
Still, it was already too late, no matter what they tried, they couldn't defend or escape from the swift hand of justice. Bones cracked, then shattered, blood was coughed up and spat out as they were nothing more than naughty children in front of their father.
"I only played the role of the kind father, and taught them a very important lesson." Giving him a few seconds to prepare, Lucien forced a calm, mostly controlled look on his previously crazed-looking face.
The bloodlust, the hunger, the thirst has started to overpower his senses and his mind. Only by training his mind, could he stabilize his condition and not lose himself in the senseless crazy, red haze.
The bald man, on the other hand, was quickly losing the last bits of his mind. He couldn't believe this weird boy's words. He grimaced, showing a hideous-looking scowl, exclaiming with a fit of growing anger in his tone.
"Don't you dare to lie to me, you brat! Tell me the truth, and I might just let you and that other boy walk away in one piece after crippling you! What happened here? Why are all my men lying on the ground in such a state?"
"Hmm…" Showing a thoughtful expression, Lucien rubbed his chin as if he was really contemplating the 'generous' offer. "So if I understand you correctly, you either forgot about my companion, or you refuse to let her go?"
"Yeah, what about it?" The bald leader grinned, a lustful glint flashed across his eyes as he glanced at Sera once again. "Your blonde wh*re is going to have to come with me! After all, today's events may cause me an emotional scar unless she would nurse me back to health!"
Still, despite his threats, the woman in question never reacted to any of his words. She was ignoring the entire situation, fully focused on treating the beat-up boy's wounds.
As he continued to look at the back of the tasty-looking prey, the cold tone of the youngster he was supposed to be facing brought him back to reality once again.
"Has no one ever taught you some basic manners?!" He coldly exclaimed, his previously forced calmness vanished instantly. His dark as the night eyes could almost bore a hole in the man.
"What did you say, you little sh*t?" Reaching the point of no return, the leader clenched his fists, the brass knuckles bronze shine glimmered under the setting sun's orange-tinted rays.
There was no more response from either side. The bald leader of the local gang flashed a menacing, hardened look, quickly scanning for the joints and other potential weak spots on the teenager's body.
Although he wasn't as thin as he was exclaiming in his taunts, he wasn't a bulked up hulky muscled giant like him either. From an initial glance, it was obvious that the young boy stood no chance against him and his bone-shattering punches.
Still, he was slightly alerted and wary. The whole situation, the weird, inexplicable scene of his men sprawled out in the alley was too strange for him to ignore.
"DIE!" He suddenly roared, dashing forward, bolting towards Lucien with his right arm already raised and cocked, ready to unleash his famed bone-shattered right strike.
He crossed the measly distance between them in an instant, almost as if he blinked forward in space, arriving in front of the smiling bastard. Without giving a chance to react, the leader fired his arm, releasing most of his strength into this single, decisive strike. His fist sailed across the air, drawing a gentle horizontal curve swiftly reaching towards the still face of the youth.
However, just as his fist would have connected, the impossible happened. The bald leader's eyes went wide, he couldn't accept what was happening in front of his very own eyes.
The attack he was certain would cause a swift and abrupt ending to this arrogant teen and destroy that annoying attitude of his… it was blocked. His brass knuckle-covered fist was caught by the boy's hand, his fingers bore into his skin.
An impossible, incomprehensible pressure was pressing against his bones, the leader's nerves were fired up, the pain was quickly starting to overwhelm his mind.
Serving as a wake-up call, the leader was finally brought back to the harsh, cruel reality. No matter how hard it was to accept, this youngster was truly the cause of the current state of his gang!
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