Psycho X Psychic

"Urgh...!"

Uncle Jo stepped back. His face revealed the pain that he was experiencing after receiving that perfect counterattack.

"H-hard..."

Hanon muttered as he sweated. It seemed that he was not someone league above Uncle Jo. Everyone who watched this was surprised. Hanon's image immediately changed in their minds. This person is someone who can keep up with Uncle Jo's bursting attacks.

After lightly groaning, Uncle Jo composed himself as if he wasn't hit earlier.

"So you're not all talk, huh..."

"So are you."

After that one exchange, there was no follow-up. As if there was mutual understanding, they no longer continued it into a full-blown fight.

"If you are saying that this old man is your boss, I guess I will believe it for now. But..." a wide smile appeared on Uncle Jo's face, at the next moment, his voice resounded loudly in the warehouse, "I guess this is believable! The leader of the Spectre Gang came here because they are inclined to meet our boss's demands, that's very unsurprising!"

Uncle Jo then laughed, somehow confirming everyone's doubts. This made the other members feel the heat in their chests. 

After all the skirmishes against the Spectre Gang, they are really at our mercy now because of our boss?

"Seriously!?"

"Wooo!"

"Hail Boss Hark!"

"Hail Boss Hark!"

This praise, making them look like a cult instead of a gang, continued until Teren raised his hand, stopping them because he was bothered by it.

They all stopped by his command but he was quiet. Everyone was now looking at Teren, who was leisurely sitting on the set of crates. He seemed to be waiting for something.

'So he's really the boss...' Hanon didn't know what to say.

"Teren Hark! Come out here!"

Just right after silence settled in the place, a robust and disrupting shout resounded aggressively. Aren't they supposed to be praising their boss? Who idiot shouted that!?

"Come out here immediately!"

The audacity!

The members looked at each other until they realized that the voice came from the outside. They then turned around to see three people standing near the gate. They are already inside. When the Handwing Gang members were about to react in anger, they stopped themselves when they noticed that not only are these three men have huge built, they are also carrying something dangerous. 

A minigun...

"Move out of the way!" Uncle Jo pushed the men making a crowd at the entrance of the warehouse. Together with him are Old Derman, Hanon, and the other main members.

Like the other members, Uncle Jo's anger dissipated when he realized the situation they were in.

"I-is that real?"

Hanon couldn't help but point at the minigun one of the three people shouting at them.

"Where is Teren Hark, the one called The Devil Himself!? If he does not show up-!" the man at the front, wearing a beret hat, pointed at the second warehouse before he even finished his words.

A giant and brawny man behind him followed and pointed the minigun towards it and...

DRRRR!*

It was just a momentary sound but it struck hard. It was real and terrifying. That short moment was enough to show the reality of the situation.

"You know what will happen."

The leader of the three continued his words still pointing at the second warehouse. Everyone's eyes then pointed towards that direction.

Although the second warehouse didn't crumble, one of its walls was shredded into pieces. It was thin yes and was only composed of wood, thin metal, and alike. However, compared to the human body, what's the difference?

Even the tough Uncle Jo, the calm Old Derman, or the calculating Hanon were all petrified.

You know what will happen...

Those words that were said softer than his earlier voice was like the words of death itself. No one knew what to do. If that second man behind the one who wore the beret pointed that minigun at them, there would undoubtedly be manslaughter.

A legitimate minigun? I-isn't this cheating?

"What's that sound!?" Sik, the former acting leader of the Handwing Gang during Teren's absence asked Nick and Nathan. From the beginning, he was silently sitting in the corner. The reason why he didn't join the confrontation was simple... it was because he didn't have the nerves to do so.

He acted like a mysterious person while watching from the corner silently and 'calmly' but again, it was just an act. Now that he heard something ominous, he couldn't help but ask.

"I-I don't know."

Nathan replied. They couldn't get through the dense pack of a crowd but they didn't know just how lucky they are.

"Excuse me."

Following that answer, they heard a calm voice. Hearing that voice, a path was formed in the petrified crowd.

Looking at the change after the momentary silence of fear, the man wearing a beret gave a scrutinizing stare as a teenager came out of the crowd.

"You're from the Titanes House, right?"

After stopping in front of Uncle Jo and the rest, Teren asked. 

"So you have some knowledge. Yes, we are part of the Elite Army of the Titanes House. My name's Gant, one of the sub-commanding off-!"

Gant, who wore a beret, felt something approaching thanks to his acute senses. With quick reflexes, he moved to defend himself by raising both of his arms that are as thick as an adult men's thigh.

Thud*

Wind slightly exploded as Gant, who had a slender yet great stature was almost sent flying away. However, he held his feet onto the ground as he slid back, leaving a pair of dust trails, billowing from the ground.

"AHAHA! As expected from the Devil Himself, however, do you thin-"

Gant stopped his exclamation when he realized that the attack wasn't fully directed to him.

The brawny man who held the minigun had only reacted now as he turned his head beside him. Before it was fully used, the minigun was fully bent upwards while it was held by the teenager that just came out.

"Can you not bring this kind of toy here?"