Novel Bin Chapter 60 - Eighth-Grade Syndrome
Looking at the head that rolled by his head, Reagan Declan was shocked silent. At the same time, Meng Yan gazed over at the decapitated head with an equally shocked expression.
Was this a coincidence? Or was this a warning? More importantly, how much force was needed to detach a person\'s head with a single slap?
Neither of them knew the answer to this question, but it was definitely not some regular martial artists—not even master martial artists can achieve it.
However, what they did know was that the person who can achieve this must not be offended at all costs!
Meanwhile, Brother Cui\'s expression turned grave in an instant, secretly cursing his luck for having dog sh*t subordinates.
Do they not know such a simple truth as loose lips sink ships?!
"Kill him!" Brother Cui quickly barked after sensing Albion\'s killing intent, taking the initiative before the opponent makes his next move.
It was do or die!
The surrounding men quickly pulled out their handguns to shoot while retreating to create distance for their grenades.
However, Brother Cui retreated even faster than them and fled to a safe distance with his quick speed!
Simultaneously, Albion did not allow the relatively slower men in his surroundings to retreat and point their handguns at him.
He broke everyone\'s leg with a swift but low sweeping kick in his range before kicking a person squarely in the chest after the completion of his variant roundhouse kick.
"Ahhhh!" The person screamed with a mixture of pain and fear. His body flew off the top of the three-story building before making his plunge towards the ground.
Bam!
The person landed with a thud on the concrete footpath by the asphalt road in front of the nightclub. Surprisingly, the person did not die from the fall.
The Declan Gang and Yan Gang\'s surrounding members gazed down at the injured person and quickly understood that the person was at least a Level 1 Hunter or higher to survive the fall.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Several more men were tossed off the three-story building by Albion with broken arms and legs shortly after the first person was kicked off.
Albion did not say anything, but Reagan Declan and Meng Yan quickly understood the underlying intention behind Albion\'s action of sending these people down to them.
Kill them and prove their loyalty to the new boss!
Reagan Declan and Meng Yan gave each other a brief glance before their eyes quickly became decisive with a ruthless glint.
"Kill these men!"
"Kill these men!"
The two gang leaders simultaneously barked out their orders before watching their men grip tightly onto their bats and knives while approaching the injured men from the Bloodmoon Gang with broken limbs.
"Wait, you cannot kill me! I am from the Bloodmoon Gang! My boss will not spare you if you do t—" The person did not finish speaking before his head was bashed in by a steel bat.
The person\'s body might have become stronger after becoming a Hunter, but not by much with his low hunter level.
Shortly after, the members of the Bloodmoon Gang were all finished off.
Reagan Declan and Meng Yan glanced at their deformed and bloodied bodies with a solemn expression. With this act of theirs, they have destroyed any hopes of reconciling their relationship with the Bloodmoon Gang.
"I hope this is the right choice…" Reagan Declan muttered.
"Yeah…" Meng Yan uttered in response.
Meanwhile, Brother Cui glared at Albion from a distance on the three-story building. He did not expect the young man before him to finish off all his men so quickly.
"You\'re very strong! But you\'re wrong if you think I am easy to deal with like the rest of them! Behold, my power!" Brother Cui shouted with an outstretched hand.
Red flames burst into existence on his palm before he looked at Albion smugly. With the appearance of the fireball in his hands, his confidence skyrocketed!
Brother Cui had surprisingly awakened a pyrokinetic ability!
"Pft!"
However, a burst of stifled laughter escaped Albion\'s mouth before he squatted down on the side and held his stomach with trembling shoulders.
"Hm?" Brother Cui saw Albion\'s action and grinned, "Now you know how to be afraid, huh? Well, it\'s too late to be sorry! Be honored that you shall die by my Great Dragon Flames—"
"Hahaha! Stop it! You\'re killing me!" Albion burst out loud after hearing Brother Cui\'s words, unable to contain his laughter further.
Brother Cui immediately paused with a frown. This was not the reaction of a scared person.
"What\'s so funny?" He asked in a low tone.
"You called such a small and weak fire, Great Dragon Flames? Oh, boy. You. Are. Hilarious! Thank you for the good laugh!" Albion said while wiping tears at the corner of his eyes.
He did not expect the so-called Brother Cui to actually have the eighth-grade syndrome. One could say that he was pleasantly surprised. He had not enjoyed such a good laugh in years.
Understanding that he was being mocked, Brother Cui\'s expression darkened before he spat, "You\'re asking for death! My Great Dragon Flames might be small, but it holds the power of the sun! Die!"
The small fireball was immediately tossed towards Albion!
However, Albion\'s eyes quickly flickered with an idea before he grinned and snapped at the fireball, swallowing it into his stomach.
"Thank you for the treat! Your power of the sun was delicious." Albion smacked his lips and patted his belly with a grin, sarcastically.
Brother Cui fell back on his rear in shock before asking with disbelief, "Just who exactly are who? No, what kind of monster are you? No human can eat my dragon flames like that…"
"I am the dragonslayer called Salam—Ah, forget it. You won\'t understand anyway." Albion sighed before gazing at his own hands silently. "Perhaps, I am a monster? Not only can I eat fire, but I can also sh*t bricks!"
Without any surprises, Brother Cui quickly wrinkled his brows in confusion after failing to follow Albion\'s words. Were all monstrous people eccentric like this?
"You\'re right, man. I don\'t understand what you\'re saying. Can you let me go?" Brother Cui shortly requested after realizing he was no match for the person.. The person was simply toying with him.