21

Outside one of the center building in the city, two guards were laughing.

"Hahaha... You should have seen the face that she made! I was like she was trying to escape but I, like a gentleman, couldn't let her go... Ahahaa!"

"I know right! Some of those girls really know how to do it! They first pretend to be all pure and innocent but when it comes down they are all lusty beasts on the hunt!"

"But what really make fell like a boss was when I said that I was part of Raging Snake Gang, one of the three most powerful gangs in the city. When she heard that she immediately prostate in front of me like a little dog! Ahahahaa!"

Just when they were about to continue with their talking, they heard a loud sound coming from the empty alley. The two guards immediately stop talking as they raised their spears and shield to prevent a possible attack.

One of them inched in front of the other and said, "Who is there? Beware that this is the Headquarters of the Raging Snake Gang and we will kill anyone that comes close!"

They both stared at the dark alley while expecting some sort of noise or voice but all that answered them was silence. After a while without any response, just when they were about to dismiss it as a rat, they heard light footsteps coming from the alley.

They once again motioned, pointing their weapons to the alley. The other guard, a bit enraged because of the situation, shouted, "Listen here, you bastard! We are members of the great Raging Snake Gang, the strongest of the gangs! If you don't immediately come here and beg forgiveness from me, I will cut all your limbs feeding them to the dogs, kill the dogs, and feed their remains to you!"

Nobody answered the angry guard. Only after he stopped talking a dark figure appeared the dark alley. From the outfit, the two guards immediately thought that it was a dirty homeless and run in front of him, with enraged faces.

Never once since they became members of the gang, had anyone treated them like this much less a homeless guy. Just when one of the guards was about to kick the homeless guy down, the figure moved aside to dodge the kick.

The guard that was sure that the homeless wouldn't be able to dodge the kick, was staring as the homeless guy dodge to his right and puncture his heart in a single move.

He couldn't see where the homeless had the sword, so he couldn't do anything, as the cold piece of metal pierced his heart, killing him. The other guard that was a bit behind when he saw the dirty homeless guy kill his friend with a single move became frightened.

He immediately turned around to escape inside the headquarters, when like the wind the figure appeared in front of him. He only felt fear as he felt a bloodthirsty gaze upon him and like all the animals when faced with a terrifying existence, he immediately kneeled down and began to cry.

"Pl-Please, don't kil-kill me! I won't tell anyone a-about this! J-Just please let me go!"

Guard begged while crying his heart out, in hopes that this bloodthirsty homeless would let him go. He felt like his prayers were heard as he saw the figure turn his back on him and began to walked in the direction of the Headquarters.

Seeing the unguarded back, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the guard's eyes, as he took his sword from the sheath.

'You piece of shit! You shouldn't have let me go!'

Just when the guard was about to run to kill the dirty homeless a shadow out of nowhere appeared behind him and cut his throat. Even in his final moments, the guard didn't know how he got killed.

Lance arriving at the entrance of the Headquarters of the Raging Snake Gang, smirked. He motioned to his back.

Like black tide tens of dark figures, all with swords in their hands rushed into the building. Lance seeing his troops entering, smiled as he made his way inside.

....

On the last floor of the building, a fat man was lying down on his bed while being accompanied by two nake girls. Just from his looks, one could know how rotten his soul was, as the girls were underaged and from the glassed eyes were heavily drugged.

Just when the fat man was about to have fun with the girls, he heard a hurried pack of footsteps coming in the direction of his room. And just like he knew, a few of his guards entered his room with red faces from the effort.

When he was about to shout at them for interrupting him, he heard the leading guard say, "Boss, intruders!"

'Intruders?' The fat man stared dazed at the guard. When was the last time that anyone dared to attack them? Even more to the Headquarters!?

"Intruders? Explain!"

The guard was terrified of the fat man. This man was the boss of one of the strongest gangs in the city, Fat Snake. I knew that he once tore the head along with the entire spine of a man's body with only his bare hands.

"We don't know from where they appeared but a bunch of black guys entered the building and started killing anyone they saw."

"Ehee..." Fat Snake started laughing. I wasn't enough that this bunch of guards interrupted him but someone had the nerve to invade him.

When he was bout to get up, one of the girls still under the effects of the drugs tried to drag Fat Snake into the bed. Sneering at the girl, without even a warning, he slapped the girl.

I was so strong that the entire head of the girl was separated from the body, as it rolled against the wall. The guards were terrified beyond doubt. They got out of the way of the boss.

.....

Inside of the building, Lance and the other troops where reaping lives like they were nothing. While most of the troops killed in ten or so moves, Lance only needed one move to cleave a full-grown man in half. He didn't even need to use his mana as from his information the only mage was the boss, Fat Snake.

He turned to Felicia and said, "Have Brul and Trist lead the men and kill all the enemies and sack the hole headquarters."

Like a shadow, Felicia appeared behind Lance without a sound, "Yes, master!". Then she disappeared while reaping some of the gang members.

Although a bit outnumbered, Lance was confident in his troops. After being upgraded by the black pill and the new swords and armor, he estimated that one of his men could take at least three others from the same tier.

After killing men like grass, LAnce arrived at a wide conference room. Even after the current battle had trashed the entire room, he still could feel that the amount of wealth invested in her wasn't as low as the one he spent on building the brothel.

Just when he was bout to kill some more, he noticed that on the other side of the room, his men were being killed very fast. And to his surprise, the perpetrator was his target Fat Snake. He never thought that the infamous Fat Snake would come down from his room and would instead run away.

When Fat Snake finished killing the intruders, he saw Lance. He frowned, as he felt that Lance's face was a bit familiar. He walked in front and said, "Who are you, bastard?"

"..." Lance limited to gazing at him. Without any word, he grasped his sword and started walking his direction.

'Feeling tough, uhn?'

"The one who brings his head to me will become the new vice-head of the gang and will be able to choose any girl from the storehouse!"

The men behind were excited hearing that they could become the vice head but when they heard the end, they became mad beasts. Everyone knew that the boss had some beautiful women stored inside. At the possibility of having them warm the bed for them, they became like mad dogs, sprinting him Lance's direction to claim his head.

Lance didn't even flinch as the first enemy reach in front of him swinging his sword to his head. With one step to the left, he dodged the sword while at the same time slashing the man's throat. The death of one theirs didn't cause any sliver of hesitation on them.

They rushed at him like a stamped, but Lance was a fine-tuned sword. He cut through them like lumberjack cuts through wood, even when they surrounded him in hopes of trapping him, he didn't flinch while he killed ones directly while at the same time directing the other strikes to their companions. In only a few minutes, fifty men laid down at the feet of Lance. Although his clothes were drenched in blood his face was completely clean like the blood couldn't stain him.