****** “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
***** "This…" Xavier, his mother, and the neighborhood residents were suddenly left in shock after hearing Frosh’s frosty words. Their jaws dropped afterward and they struggled to react for what felt like an eternity before eventually, their eyes widened significantly. ‘He—he would commit a mass murder because…’ Xavier thought with disbelief while the neighbors, who had tried looking for Frosh’s good grace earlier, became horrified. “M—master Frosh! Plea—please don’t kill me! I only came here to sightsee!” “Master Frosh, please mercy!” They began to wail desperately, knocking their heads against the floor while sobbing pitifully, but Frosh‘s murderous expression did not waiver a bit, instead, he stepped heartlessly and vicious forward while his men followed with menacing expressions on their faces. “I’ve always known my gossipy nature will be my end!!” “I shouldn't have left my grandchild’s breakfast to gossip!” The entire residents broke down, greatly regretting the