Chapter 88

For a moment, he thought he wasn’t seeing things clearly and rubbed his eyes just in case. But it was as clear as day. His car tyres, all fucking four of them had been slashed.

Deep, jagged gashes, clearly made by something remotely close to a heavy duty combat knife, marred the rubber, leaving the rim resting painfully close to the pavement.

But the damn bastards hadn’t stopped there. A long, hideous scratch ran from the front fender all the way to the rear intake, cutting through the pristine paint job he had admired only an hour ago.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me," Alex whispered, his voice trembling with pure murderous intensity that made the temperature around him drop down in an instant.

He had driven this car once. One fucking time! And an idiot had the audacity to do this to his baby! No, no! he wasn’t going to let this slide. Whoever they were or whatever they are, he would make sure that they eat through a straw this very night!

[Uh-oh. Looks like someone is about to become tomorrow’s news. But Alex if you do catch the idiots that did this to my. Cough. I mean our baby, make sure to make them regret their life]

Alex forced himself to calm down and not let anger cloud his senses. After successfully calming down, he began to reason that a normal person wouldn’t just destroy someone’s car for no particular reason, so that pointed at one fact. Someone was deliberately targeting him.

So the most important thing right this moment was to find out who the perpetrator responsible for the incident was. After all, judging by how long it’ll take to cause this much damage to the Lamborghini while he was still in the hospital, he’d say, the perpetrator should still be somewhere nearby.

So Alex turned his head, and swept his sharp gaze across the parking lot, searching for who looked the most bit suspicious. He finally found who he was looking for.

Not too far away, four men were leaning against a dark, tinted SUV, watching him with amusement. The leader was a massive black guy who looked like he was literally built like a freaking tank.

He stood at least 6’5", with muscles that looked like they had been carved out of granite. A thick, heavy gold chain hung around his bull-like neck, glinting in the bright sunlight. Flanking him were three white guys who looked like they had taken one too many cracks in their lives.

The tank of a man took a slow drag from a cigarette, blew the smoke toward the sky, and then pointed a thick, scarred finger at the ruined Lamborghini.

"Hey yo, sweet ride, kid," the big man rumbled, his voice sounding as deep and loud as thunder. "Shame about the wheels tho. Guess somebody didn’t like where you parked that shit at."

As the man adjusted his stance, his shirt sleeve pulled back, revealing a stark, terrifying mark on his forearm. It was the tattoo of a black mamba with its body coiled in a striking position, and two piercing red dots for eyes. The other three shifted, intentionally showing off the matching tattoos on their own arms.

Alex’s eyes slightly darkened as he watched the life-like image of a snake on the four men’s arms.

It was the unique symbol of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city; the Black Mambas. A gang that was well known throughout the city for its brutal and nasty ways.

And even though they were nowhere in a million years near the level of powerful figures like Nyx and the other two underworld rulers, they were still formidable in their own right.

If it was the old Alex, maybe he would have accepted his fate and let things go, but he was not that person anymore. He was a man armed with a system, who was destined to be anything but ordinary. Besides he was fully confident in his ability of handling a gang like Black Mambas without needing Nyx’s help. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Alex looked at the man with the gold chain and met him squarely in the eyes, with his green ones flashing with a dangerous, emerald light.

"You have exactly ten seconds," Alex said, his voice eerily calm, "to tell me who sent you guys against me and which hand you used to touch my car before I make sure you never use those hands again."

The four men looked at each other, before sharing a mocking laugh that echoed through the nearly empty parking lot.

"Ten seconds huh?" The dark man chuckled, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his foot. "Homie, you’ve actually got ten seconds to pray to your maker, before we send you to meet him."

"I’m going to say this one last time, who sent you after me, and which hand did you use to touch my car."

The big man with the golden chain laughed again, before stepping forward.

"You hear that boys? This little princess is giving me a countdown. Like I’m some kind of delivery boy who’s one hour late with his pizza."

The three behind him cackled. One of them, a man with a crazy scar running through his eyebrow, spat on the ground next to Alex’s feet.

"Maybe the pretty face thinks that he can actually beat us. I mean just look at him, Boss. He looks like all those wannabe aura farmers I usually watch on YouTube."

"Nah," the leader rumbled, his voice dropping an octave lower as he closed the distance until he was barely five feet away from Alex. The thick scent of cheap cigarettes and stale sweat rolled off him in waves.

"I think he’s just confused and doesn’t know who we are boys. See, out here in the real world, pretty faces don’t stop no bullet. You want to know who sent us right? On a second thought, that isn’t very important. The only thing that matters is that, that person paid a lotta money to see you dead, little homie, and as for the car, me and my boys just thought it’ll be a great idea to rough it up a bit."

He then reached out a massive, scarred hand, intending to pat Alex’s cheek in a patronizing gesture.

"As for which hand I used? I think I used this one, or was it the other one? Oh yeah, now I remember. I actually used both. I even let my dawgs take turns. Honestly, It was like cutting through butter, little man. Though, I do regret wasting such a perfectly sweet ride like that. Damn! I knew I should have just killed you first before taking the car as mine. Well there’s no biggie with that, I’ll just kill you and fix it up myself."

[Hmph! What arrogant people. After destroying our precious baby, they still dare threaten to kill us? Alex you can let these douchebags have what’s coming to them]

Alex didn’t need to be told twice. So just as the leader’s hand came within inches of his skin, Alex moved. To the naked eyes, it was just too fast to process.

Alex’s hand shot up, catching the leader’s wrist with the precision of a mouse trap. The leader blinked, his grin faltering as he realized his arm had suddenly been stopped dead in mid-air. He tried pulling back, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

"Ten seconds are up," Alex whispered.

CRACK.

The sound of the leader’s bone snapping echoed through the parking lot like a gunshot. The big man didn’t even have time to scream before Alex delivered a lightning fast palm strike to his solar plexus.

The force of the blow, backed by a body that was now capable of lifting a freaking military tank, sent the 300 pound man flying backward as if he had just been struck by the legendary truck-kun himself.

The leader slammed into the side of the tinted SUV with a loud metallic boom, shattering the car glass, and denting the car frame inward under the violent impact.

"Boss!" One of the thugs, the man with the scarred eyebrow, screamed, while diving his hands into the waistband of his jeans for a weapon.

But sadly, he was too slow.

Alex was already there like a phantom. To the thugs he looked like he was actually teleporting, but it was just due to the insane speed boost he got after leveling up to Rank C.

He appeared in front of the man with the scarred eyebrow, and before the man could even pull up his gun and shoot. Alex didn’t even use any flashy martial arts moves like MC from cliche novels, he just simply grabbed the man’s shoulder, and using raw strength, he threw him up.

The thug was launched twenty feet into the air, spinning like a ragdoll before crashing into the roof of a nearby car, making the metal cave in with a sickening crunch.

The remaining two thugs panicked. And in their haste, they forgot about their guns like two couple of morons and instead went for their knives, swinging wildly in a desperate attempt to create space.

A/N

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