New York, Queens.

Inside a tent on a park lawn, a flashlight’s beam illuminated the interior. David sat cross-legged, holding a ballpoint pen and a notebook.

These weren’t acquired through any freebie deals; he bought them with his daily wages from physically demanding construction work, selling his labor.

He had forgotten some English names, so he used circles and crosses to represent them.

The notebook listed the names of ex-girlfriends he still remembered.

He intended to look for them one by one.

As for finding out their whereabouts, it wasn’t difficult in New York. There was a free market where you could buy any information you wanted. As long as he was willing to pay, he could learn where those ex-girlfriends were.

He wouldn’t bother those who were doing well. However, for those who had gotten pregnant with his child and chosen to keep the baby, he knew he had to take care of them.

He could no longer be as irresponsible as before. God had personally stood before him, endowing him with power to change his life.

David believed he couldn’t let God down. He had to turn over a new leaf, say goodbye to his scumbag past, and embrace a new self.

He remembered those he had wronged and wanted to spend the rest of his life making amends.

Outside the tent, Aozawa, transformed into a breeze, witnessed this scene. He did nothing and quietly left in search of his own target.

「...」 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Gangs are not uncommon in Queens; it’s a hybrid of Paradise and Hell. One could judge which areas were the paradises of the rich and which were the hells of the poor simply by the cleanliness of the streets and the appearance of the houses. It was perfectly normal for one side of a wall to be riddled with gunshots while the other side chirped with birds and was fragrant with flowers.

In recent years, some younger gang members had suddenly realized that operating in affluent areas was clearly more promising than in poor ones. But such enlightened gangs were still a minority. Most adhered to traditional customs: within their own circles, any disturbance was fine, but they absolutely did not let it spill over into affluent areas.

Vanguard Team was a nightclub under traditional gang jurisdiction. This was the lair of Archie Monk of the Wasp Gang.

The ground floor of the nightclub was bustling with noise. The second floor was also exceptionally rowdy. Deafening music emanated from a door that was never fully closed. On the central stage of the VIP room, a woman danced enthusiastically, throwing her clothes down one by one. Pink light enveloped the interior of the room. When the woman had no clothes left to throw, she leaped into the air and started spinning, her legs spread wide as a green light swept around her.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited. The underlings yelled and howled.

Archie, a wasp tattooed on his left cheek, sat on the sofa and laughed. "Dear Hill, what do you think of this welcome party?"

"Archie, you know my habits." Hill shook his head, showing no interest in the hot-bodied dancer. He didn’t like these bitches who would do anything for money. Even if they were beautiful, they couldn’t excite him in the slightest.

Archie burst into laughter. "Zack, bring the people over. How could I not know your preferences? I’ve already prepared a gift for you: a couple from John’s University. They’re two bookworms, very much in love. The man put up a fierce fight when we captured them."

As he spoke, the bald Zack brought two people over. The man was bruised and swollen from being beaten, his hands and feet tied, and his mouth sealed with black tape. The woman was uninjured. She had clear white skin and an ordinary face, but her blue eyes were filled with anger.

That gaze was enough to get a reaction from Hill. He laughed. "My good brother, you really do know me well."

"The props are ready. You should try our latest ’flour.’ The purity isn’t very high, but it’s mixed with other things that will definitely give you an exhilarating high," Archie said, seizing the opportunity to promote his product. He was acutely aware that Hill controlled vast sales channels. If he could deepen their cooperation, he would have the opportunity to expand his influence in Queens. Archie’s ambition was for the Wasp Gang to dominate Queens, not just to hole up in some corner of it. He wanted to expand and strengthen the ’flour’ business until he eventually monopolized the New York City market.

"Is that so? Then I must give it a try," Hill said with a smile. He relished the thought of corrupting innocent and kind people, watching their pure eyes grow hazy and debased. He loved transforming them from women who spouted all sorts of high-minded knowledge into bitches who only knew how to unbuckle the belts of every man they met. Destroying something beautiful brought him immense joy.

MMPH! The man roared, his voice muffled by the tape.

Archie didn’t care at all and laughed. "Please, give it a try. I’m sure it will please you, especially in front of her boyfriend. If that’s not enough, there are others here who can help ensure her fall."

"Haha, don’t underestimate me," Hill laughed, standing up with a syringe in hand.

Judith wasn’t afraid. The anger in her heart overpowered her fear, and she stared steadfastly at the man before her.

Hill raised the syringe, slowly ejecting some of the liquid, and smiled. "Soon you’ll thank me."

BANG!

The door of the VIP room was blasted open. A terrifying force ripped the door from its hinges, sending it flying with a piercing screech. It slammed into Zack and another man near the entrance, knocking them to the ground. The door landed on them with immense force, pinning them. Their heads struck the ground, and they died instantly.

"Oops, sorry about that. It seems my first knock was a bit too forceful," a fluent English voice said. Archie looked toward the opening where a tall man now stood. His face was sharp and well-defined. Apart from his blond fringe, the rest of his golden hair stood upright like hedgehog quills. He was shirtless, revealing well-defined but not exaggerated muscles. However, the shattered walls on either side of him made it clear just how much horrific power his body contained.

"Who are you?"

"Calcalot."

Aozawa chose this name. He intended to rely purely on muscle power to deal with these people and naturally opted for an alias that suited a martial artist. In his mind, the most famous martial artist was the Saiyan, Calcalot.

「...」

Calcalot?

A flicker of doubt crossed Archie’s mind. He searched his memory of the underworld but couldn’t recall anyone by that name. Judith and the boy looked surprised too, meaning they didn’t recognize him either. This made sense. Archie had investigated their backgrounds before making a move, confirming they were ordinary students with no prominent family connections. Only then had he acted. Was this guy after Hill? Or was he after me? The doubt flashed through Archie’s mind and was quickly dismissed as unimportant. Regardless, this wasn’t going to end peacefully.

"Get him!" Archie yelled, quickly drawing his gun.

The nine standing underlings moved even faster. At the first sign of the attack, they had already drawn their guns, waiting only for their boss’s command to gun down this intruder.

They pulled the triggers.

Aozawa moved even quicker. Pushing off with his feet, his body felt as light as a feather. He hooked his fingers into the ceiling; with his current muscular strength, the ceiling was as fragile as paper. He used just two fingers to cling to it.

BANG! BANG! A series of gunshots, drowned out by the loud music, went wide, hitting the outer walls.

Aozawa then kicked off from the ceiling again, swooping down on Archie like a peregrine falcon on its prey.

Archie’s pupils widened. He tried to turn his gun, but his movements were agonizingly slow. Even though Aozawa hadn’t used his Time Suspension Ability, he could clearly perceive how sluggish Archie’s movements were in contrast to his own incredible speed.

His right hand shot out in a straight punch to Archie’s head. With a sickening THUD, Archie’s head exploded like a watermelon smashed by a baseball bat.

Aozawa felt a sticky wetness on his fist. He grabbed Archie’s headless corpse and hurled it forcefully at the underlings. Then, with a kick, he sent the large table in front of him flying high, the drinks, syringes, and the new packets of ’flour’ all scattering.

Archie’s corpse struck three men, the impact lifting them off their feet and slamming them against the wall. The large table crashed down from above, smashing onto two more men’s heads and snapping their necks so their chins touched their chests.

The dancer screamed. Three underlings, petrified, turned to flee.

"FARK!" Only one underling, instead of fleeing, raised his gun to avenge his boss.

"A crow takes flight!" Aozawa yelled. He leaped, caught the ceiling, then pushed off with one hand. He plummeted, twisted the vengeful underling’s head clean off, then flipped through the air to close in on the three fleeing men.

"A tornado destroys the parking lot!"

He planted his hands on the ground, kicked up into a handstand, and began to spin. His legs whirled like helicopter blades. With his current strength, this simple move was devastating, his feet exploding heads and shattering torsos on contact.

Then, he landed and kicked a shard of a broken liquor bottle from the floor. It flew towards Hill, who was fumbling with his phone.

"ARGH!" The glass shard pierced Hill’s hand as if it were a bullet. Blood gushed out. He yelled, "You can’t kill me! I’m from the Dupon family! If you kill me, you’ll..."

Aozawa somersaulted through the air, landing heavily on Hill’s shoulders.

CRACK! Both of Hill’s arms snapped instantly. A scream of agony tried to erupt from his throat.

Aozawa grabbed Hill’s throat with both hands and twisted sharply.

In moments, all the Wasp Gang members were dead.

That wasn’t even a warm-up, Aozawa thought. He picked up Hill’s phone, walked over to the boy on the ground, tore off his bindings, then smashed through a window and left.

The boy, stunned for a moment, quickly untied his girlfriend. "Judith, are you okay?" he asked with concern.

Judith shook her head, her eyes sweeping over the bloody scene. "Let’s get out of here," she whispered.

"Yeah," the boy nodded.

The loud music masked everything. The dancer, recovering from her shock, looked at the scattered ’flour,’ her eyes filled with greed. This is all treasure! she thought. She quickly gathered the precious powder and slipped away quietly.

「...」

In an alleyway, Aozawa was sifting through Hill’s contacts. Hill had unlocked his phone earlier in an attempt to call for help. Now, Aozawa decided he would make the call for Hill. He hoped the reinforcements would give him a decent warm-up.

He found the entry for ’Father’ and pressed dial.

After a few rings, a deep voice answered, "Hill, how are things?"

"Your son has been killed by me. If you want revenge, follow the phone’s location to find me."