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“These demons are here again! Why?” Laura became terrified, hearing the playful and condescending roar. Trembling, she forced herself to her feet and rushed out with a panicky countenance. “Ma—master Frosh Junior, I—I had no idea you were coming today,” she stuttered nervously. Currently standing outside the dilapidated and partially collapsed house was a 17-year-old young man with a small build. He wore a brightly colored outfit consisting of baggy trousers hanging halfway down his butt, an oversized shirt three times his size, and a bandana tied around his head, exuding an air of arrogance. Standing proudly behind the boy was a group of gangsters, all presently glaring at Laura in disdain a disgust. "You old hag, why did you intentionally make elder brother waste his strength calling you? Weren't you supposed to have been out waiting for him?" one of the gangsters behind Frosh Junior abruptly asked as soon as Laura appeared, causing her to shiver from apprehension. “I—I dare not. I—I immediately ran out the moment I heard Master Frosh Junior’s call and I had no idea he was coming,” she stuttered. “So, you’re calling me what? A liar?” The gangster who had just interrogated Laura pressed further, causing Laura’s heart to sink. “I—I dare not! I dare not!” She panicked even more. “What do you mean, then, you stupid old hag?” Another gangster inquired angrily and the following second, he stepped arrogantly toward Laura, his eyes flashing with fierceness. "Also, how many times do we have to tell you to always be on your knees when meeting the elder brother? Do you enjoy getting beaten up that much?” “I—I… please forgive me!” Laura cried out and hurriedly fell to her knees, her heart sinking more from fear of getting beaten up. Right now, she just wanted the gangsters to leave, cause which mother would want their child to see them being oppressed like this? None. “Ma—master Frosh Junior, I—I thought you—you already came yesterday for this week’s protection f*e, why—why are you here again today?” she inquired, but as soon as she was done asking, she realized she had made a grave mistake. As she had expected, all the gangsters went silent upon hearing her, staring at her as though she had turned into an alien. Well, since the gangsters weren’t a major threat unless their leader gave them the go-ahead, Laura quickly glanced at the face of the devil, and the look she saw there sent her heart straight to hell. It was a look of rage. “So, you think that because I haven't let my boys touch you recently, you have the right to question when I can or cannot come?” Frosh Junior asked with a menacing tone. “I—I dare not!” “Master, just give us the go-ahead to teach this old hag a lesson!” “How dare she speak to you in such a manner!” “We’ve told you that not letting us deal with these old fools will only make them more arrogant!” The gangsters, as if they were the ones Laura had just addressed or insulted, snapped back to their senses and went into a frenzy. Their eyes turned vicious as they yelled, causing Laura to shiver uncontrollably and turn ashen with trepidation. “Silence!” Frosh Junior suddenly barked, causing the gangsters and Laura to tremble hard. “Elder—” “I say silence!” Frosh Junior barked again, shooting a death glare at the unwilling gangster. After that, he glanced back at Laura, causing her heart to start banging in her chest. She thought she was done for already, but then contrary to her thought, Frosh Junior abruptly smirked. “Well, can you blame me for coming back today after I just collected your protection f*e yesterday for this week?” He inquired playfully. The faces of Laura and the gangsters went blank and they stared at Frosh Junior in a daze as though he were an alien after hearing him. Frosh Junior smirked even more before continuing, “After getting home yesterday and counting all the protection money I received, I realized that your house, being in such poor condition, requires more protection than usual, meaning that the protection f*e you will pay from now on will naturally double that of the past.” “This…” Laura’s soul dropped. “You—you are doubling our house’s protection f*e?” She enquired with disbelief, her entire body trembling as though she had just heard a piece of really bad news. “Ma—master, have—have you forgotten that my husband and I struggle to save every single penny we earn just to pay the previous protection f*e? How—how are we supposed to come up with twice the amount when it usually takes us forever to earn just one payment in the past?” she cried with rapidly redden eyes. “Hahahaha,” Frosh Junior laughed as if he had just heard a funny joke, then abruptly smirked wickedly. “How does it concern me even if you two starve and work yourself to death to come up with the money?” “All I’m telling you is that starting from now, you will pay two times the protection f*e you paid in the past.” “You—you…” Laura trembled harder, but then she sighed heavily, recalling that her son was around and she did not want him to see her in her current situation. She stared unwillingly at Frosh Junior, who only smirked playfully at her in return before she picked up the helm of her long skirt, where there was a small knot. “I told you the old hag will definitely have some money on her,” One of the gangsters spat playfully, not minding that Laura would hear. Laura, pained to the core loosened the knot, and then with a trembling hand, she took the entire life savings of herself and her husband out. “This is all the money my family has in heaven and on earth, please accept it,” she respectfully presented it over to Frosh Junior. “Hahahaha, now we are talking,” Frosh Junior laughed excitedly and sauntered arrogantly over to receive the money. The instant he saw the amount in Laura’s outstretched hand, however, he was left dumbstruck and it wasn’t only himself, but all his men included. “Big brother, looks like this old hag has seen us as a group of beggars,” one of the gangsters abruptly stated while Frosh Junior; His eyes rapidly turned aggressive. “Did you just hand this to me?” He inquired with a furious tremble. “That’s all the money my family has in savings and it was meant to prepare a meal for us today as we hadn’t eaten anything in days due to saving your money,” Laura weakly responded with blurry and pained eyes. “Five cents?” Frosh Junior inquired with disbelief and in the next second, he laughed with rage. “Beat this old bitch up right now until she brings out all the money she has, and if she still fails, destroy this run-down house.” He ordered “Yes, big brother,” the gangsters behind Frosh Junior eagerly responded before rushing forward, happily flexing their arms. “I’ve even been dying to beat you up since,” one of them said excitedly before raising his hand to slap Laura in the face. Just as the hand was on the verge of hitting Laura, however, a sudden strong coldness descended almost freezing the soul of everyone present. “I swear on my life that I will destroy you down to your last lineage if that hand dares to touch her,” a voice so terrifying that it seemed to come from the deepest layer of hell echoed, striking fear into the soul of everyone who heard it.***** Not even in Xavier’s worst nightmares had he expected to witness the scene he saw upon his return. Standing motionlessly, his eyes turned crimson red in an instant, and his body trembled as he unconsciously unleashed a chilling killing intent that seemed capable of destroying the entire world. Although the massive wood he had just chopped and the axe he was carrying had already fallen, Xavier failed to be bothered. No, he did not even notice. He couldn’t believe that someone had dared to make his own mother kneel to them, even seemingly on the verge of hitting her. Shivering all over as if he had been locked inside an iceberg—a sensation he had never experienced even in Irondome prison—Xavier slowly stepped forward. He moved very slowly and almost unconsciously, yet he was already standing before his mother in the blink of an eye. “Mo—mother,” he stuttered, almost choking on his words as his eyes became blurry, staring at his mother kneeling pitifully. As soon as
****** “You lot made my mother kneel before you?" Xavier asked indifferently, finally having time for the gangsters, and unaware of the grave danger they were now in, the gangsters exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. “Yes, what will you do?” Frosh Junior, who was ten years younger than Xavier inquired arrogantly, leaving Xavier, stunned for a moment before his expression returned to being icy cold. “What was my mother’s offense? Why did you make her kneel?” he suddenly inquired, making everyone become astonished for a moment, Frosh Junior included before an even more playful smirk appeared on his lips. “Since you know your place and ask nicely, I will tell you if she hadn’t,” he responded arrogantly before sparing Laura a disgusting glance. “I am the king and protector of this district, meaning that everyone who sees me will need to knee to me, otherwise, they would be beaten to a pulp, the same way you would from now on if you refuse to knee,” he explained oppressive
***** “This…” Laura and Frosh Junior stared dumbly for a moment, refusing to believe their eyes before Frosh Junior‘s face changed. “What are you motherf*ckers doing?!” He growled, glaring ferociously at his fallen men. He became even more infuriated when he saw them trembling on the ground with fear, his eyes turning into the definition of rage. “Are you telling me you can’t even handle a single ex-convict?!” He barked and rushed toward the fallen gangsters, kicking them furiously on the ground. ”Get to your feet now and cripple that bastard for me!” he roared like someone who had lost his sanity, scaring all the gangsters badly. Tremblingly rising back to their feet, they exchanged affright gazes before cautiously grouping and moving closer to Xavier again. Although Xavier didn't say a word and appeared harmless enough for any of them to handle easily, they stared at him warily as if he were a demon king. “These retards. These useless bastards!” Frosh Junior, seeing his
***** “You—” Xavier froze in his tracks and his eyes widened significantly, seeing the scary scene before him. Unlike what Frosh Junior had dreaded that caused him to take Laura hostage, Xavier hadn’t even had him in mind. Instead, he had merely wanted to help his mother back to her feet, yet… Following Xavier’s shock, strong tremors coursed through his body and a cold sweat covered him. He then glanced urgently at his mother, only to find her trembling with a look of horror and helplessness, with sweat rolling down the side of her face as she cautiously watched the knife pressed against her neck. ‘How—how dare he?! How dare he?!! How—how dare he?!!!’ His thoughts raced with rage as he trembled frantically, fixing a death glare on Frosh Junior who has now become relieved—wearing a mockery expression on his face. Following Xavier’s rage, he released a terrifying aura and cast Frosh Junior a death glare that frightened him to the core. Frosh Junior felt another wave of tr
***** The entire world seemed to freeze in an instant and everyone whether on the street, at their home, or at their various workplaces shivered slightly for no reason, some wondering where the sudden coldness originated from. Xavier, the originator of this was currently in a state of disbelief as stared in a daze. His heart had not resumed working and he had long forgotten how to breathe, causing him to experience a suffocating sensation as he stared blankly at his mother’s bloodied neck. This lasted for what felt like an eternity before eventually, he breathed shakily and began to tremble hysterically, looking like someone who had been locked away inside a millennia-year-old iceberg. “No… no… no!” he mumbled frantically to himself, his vacant and lifeless eyes getting filled with dread. “How could this be?!” He finally let out a painful cry that sounded like that of an injured king of the jungle, making all the hearers feel a strong heartache. The two gangsters who ha
***** For the second time in just a matter of minutes, Frosh Junior finally felt the true sense of fear and death gripping his heart, but this time, very close and there was no way he could dodge it. “Help!!!!!” He suddenly cried out before he could stop himself, something he had never thought he would do in his life. Xavier’s eyes grew several times colder seeing this, then he decided to waste no more time when without any forewarning, the sound of rushed footsteps echoed, followed by confused voices. He slowly lifted his head just in time to see the once-empty street becoming filled with a confused crowd of people who immediately stopped in their tracks upon seeing the scene before them. Xavier quickly recognized the newcomers as the residents of the street. “You really think those people would be able to stop me?” he slowly asked with a voice heavily laced with derision as he glanced back at Frosh Junior. The very next second, his eyes hardened with viciousness. “You c
***** The entire world seemed to go silent momentarily, with everyone around Xavier staring in at the fallen arm in trance and acting as though their soul had left their bodies. This lasted for several seconds before they slowly looked toward the spot where the arm should have been, only to see a continuous fountain of blood gushing out. In the next moment, Laura was stunned, the crowd was stunned, and most especially, Frosh Junior. He stared blankly at the twitching arm on the ground for a long time, unable to react before slowly turning his gaze to Xavier's emotionless face, which now appeared demonic. He had never expected Xavier to go ahead and still act despite all the warnings he had received from everyone, especially from his own mother. “You…” he dazedly pointed at him with a finger from his other hand, trembling slightly. Frosh Junior had many questions he wanted to ask—like why Xavier was so ruthless to actually sever his arm, whether he wasn’t afraid of the con
***** Like every other place, Riverton City also has its own share of dons—rulers of the underworld domains, and Frosh happens to be among the well-known ones, particularly in the slum area. He is recognized not only for his overprotectiveness toward his younger brother but also for his courage, ruthlessness, and, most notably, his status as a ranked fighter—one of the attributes that make one a fearsome figure in Riverton City. Frosh initially started as a low-level street thug, climbing to power after his brother was brutally assaulted for harassing the younger sister of a crime lord several times more powerful than him at that time. That night, Frosh secretly infiltrated the don’s home, eliminated him, and took over his territory, turning him into who he is today. The crowd, recalling this history, couldn't help but suddenly shudder, wondering what the madman—who had risked his life to kill someone far more powerful than himself simply because they had punished his broth