Mouse Trap

The members of the different gangs were all looking with curious gazes as they listened to Brent's tale. Then they all heard the name Sir Mouse and went into an uproar.

" You said that brat Mouse did this?"

A bulky, tall man with a Viper tattoo on his face could not help but ask after the mere mention of Sir Mouse.

"Brent, tell us the damn details of the confrontation with the kid quickly. That kid has been nothing but a menace."

The Violet Sun and Eternal Death then became the centre of the room once more as all eyes viewed them.

Brent sighed and tried to go over the day's events without missing out.

He first described the gang's disagreement and how it nearly broke out into a massive brawl.

Then he spoke of the sudden arrival of the Mouse and his criminal tax, which the Mouse stated would be imposing immediately on each gang within the city.

Brent spoke of his diabolical tactic used when they refused to cooperate and how Taf had used his hammers to dispose of the two cooperating gangs.

All while he spoke, if anyone were to view the elderly man dressed in black, they would see a change in his expression. With the more Brent described this youth, a look of excitement seems to have crept into his bone.

Hehe!

'Could this possibly be real? To fight without a mere scratch after taking on twenty-six fully grown men. Isn't this the one I've been seeking?

He continuously thought intrigued,

'This youth seems to be the perfect one for my plans on attacking that Elusive stage.

If he indeed is said to be suitable, after using him, this old man no longer will need to depend on this mortal livestock.'

While the elder was in his world planning, the hundreds of gang members fumed with fury.

" What did he say?"

Criminal taxes, and he is the collector!"

This boy, truly he seemingly does not fear death. It appears this Mouse is now a cat and feels like it has nine lives".

The tall, bulky man erupted after trying to contain his anger whenever he heard Mouse's words.

As too did the hundred of other members as they all went into an uproar after hearing the words spoken.

" Bishop, he seemed to have used our two gangs to warn all the remaining gangs. You all should be careful, as I'm sure you have all had confrontations with him in the past to know his personality."

A warning was given to Bishop by Brent the baldie as he showcased the members of both gangs. They were indeed a sore sight for eyes, as limbs seemed twisted in ways not conducive to viewing.

" Do you think my hubby and I fear that tiny Mouse that you all dread? If anything, we snake like the taste of fresh Mouse in the morning," said one woman.

She had a seductive body with a tattoo of a viper from her neck to face rubbed the tall man's shoulders.

" They say all men are created equal, but we all know that is bull. As can be seen in the difference between you and my hubby."

A scornful looked was shown to Brent the baldie as her eyes passed.

" Bitch Gamorra, why don't you slither back under the cow dunk you came from and let those with actually worth talk?"

Brent was indeed infuriated at the moment. He had been humiliated enough for one day and swore he would not be for a second time.

Although he knew this woman's personality was vile, he would not let her have her moment.

" What did you call my Empress baldie?

Bitch?!"

Bishop drew a long axe from his back while he seemed deathly calm as he looked at Brent.

" There are many things I can tolerate in life but unlucky for you, that's not on the list.

He threatens,

Your head will be the penance to my love."

Footsteps could be heard and the dragging of a long axe on the floor.

"It seems the Viper gang has grown some fangs In recent times. The size of your group does not scare me."

Brent retorted without care for Bishop's word,

"Oh, I see, with the injured to my members, we are now meat on the chopping block. Let's see if that axe of yours is sharp enough to match the weight of your words."

Brent brandished a blade as he took steps forward; his bloodthirst had been reignited.

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"Although I'm not one averse to the sight of blood, how about you all calm down and give me more information about this mouse?"

Hearing the voice, the two men stopped, then looked over to the elder who lazily sat on the chair.

"The Mouse is an orphan child who lives somewhere in the city. He has stolen from each of our gangs from a young age and then disappeared."

Gamorra stepped forward and did the honours in offering information about the Mouse and his origins.

"Before, he would steal and then run like the rodent he is. However, he has become extremely skilled in battle in the past four years. To the extent that it has been us that have to flee whenever we cross paths."

When mentioning that some of the members had to flee, her voice was filled with hate for the Mouse.

" I want to meet this Mouse as soon as possible.

Bring him to me, and you all shall be greatly rewarded with special pills from the cultivation world."

The elder dressed in black knowingly enticed the gangs with the lure of pills from the other world.

His words seemingly had an immediate impact as they all had greedy looks placed on their faces with the mere mention of pills.

It is no secret that even the simplest pills used by cultivators were godly things to mortals.

They could expand on life, cure diseases and provide a means of unlimited strength. Who wouldn't be enticed by such a premise as those mentioned?

" Senior, we usually are not the ones that find the mouse but the other way around."

Brent, the baldie, interjected after calming himself down.

" How about you all let him find you. Let him collect his so-called taxes. Then he would only walk into the ready-made trap laid for a mouse."

A seemingly calm redhead mentioned, looking on the puzzled group. Sara had been quiet all along, waiting for her moment to shine.

" You might be of actual use, after all, Sara."

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To be continued...