suppressed fury

"You're finally here."

The stranger in Har's room raised his head and looked at the newcomer with superiority, his intentions of assessing the other party's level being pushed aside as he noticed the strange boxes he had around him. .

'Are those…boxes given by the tower?'

That was his first thought when he remembered that this boy just came out of the tower, but he thought that that is impossible, the boxes given by the tower are extremely rare and it is estimated that they are only given to those who achieve the highest rating of a floor, that is, S.

That this little rookie would pull off something like that is unthinkable, plus there are 4 of them here, it's not like those amazing boxes are things to be found this way, he concluded that this kid must have taken all kinds of garbage back to the real world, and that huge stone behind him only affirmed this in his mind.

'D-Rank'

While that man ignored him and focused on his 'trophies', Har had suppressed his urge to hit this person and assessed him to see if he could beat him with his strength.

To his surprise, he turned out to be the same as that old Drac Silva, his level of intelligence is so low that he still cannot accurately assess the level of power of others, the funniest thing is that he seems to be confident in his abilities and does not have it in his hands. eyes.

"Where are they?"

Har asked coldly, the fact that his brothers did not communicate with him again and that this guy is here makes him think about different situations, even the death of his brothers could be something possible, only that having sent them immortality totems makes him doubt this.

"Oh, I see that you seem to be informed, that just means that the others didn't do the job fast enough..."

The man said and immediately began to think about whether he should talk about this to his boss, this would cause others to be reprimanded and he could be promoted, now he is just a messenger, the lowest trash in his organization that can be replaced at any time.

"I asked you a question."

Har spoke again, this time his tone was much colder and his eyes turned red for some reason unknown to the man.

When he saw those eyes for the first time, he was even a little scared due to their strangeness, the next second he only attributed that color change to a possible low-level strange ability since he had not felt anything strange, he did not know his name and age had been exposed and their lives could be controlled by others at any time.

"It seems you don't understand your situation, you don't have the right to speak or ask questions here."

The man, whose current intelligence was not able to understand why this young man was acting so calm even in this situation, was filled with the desire to suppress him under his force and let him know who's boss.

Originally he only had to deliver a message for this young man to go to an address, he got distracted thinking about the possible improvements his life would have by receiving a promotion or something like that in this type of work and this only caused him to do the assignment wrong initial.

Now that this boy had used some ability to no effect on him, he could retaliate with the excuse of acting in reaction to an attack, surely the sponsor of the mission would not be angry.

Thinking of this, the man smiled and was ready to release a bit of his strength with this little boy, but even when he obviously prepared to attack, the boy remained the same or even colder than before.

'The reactions of the weak are always this strange to fear.'

This is something he had experienced in previous missions, usually the minds of weak targets seem to collapse in fear to the point that even moving is a privilege, he finds it fun to watch and asks to be sent on such low-cost missions. level to which even a messenger has access.

The man prepared to attack with a strong punch, he ran at top speed from him and was ready to smash the opponent's head into the ground, however, his movements were followed all the time by the cold blood red eyes of the man. The other part.

Despite having thought that this was strange, the man did not stop his attack and smashed his fist into that boy's face, however, his fist was easily dodged by the opponent who simply tilted his head towards a side.

This scene made the man stunned for a moment, before he could react he could only see how the young man clenched his fists, his face turned serious as the veins on his arms jumped out in plain sight, an aura of suppression invaded the body. of the man and seemed helpless in the face of whatever was going to happen.

His eyes looked into the eyes of his opponent, instantly turning pale, fear soon arrived making him pale and tremble, even so he could not do anything, his limbs refused to move as if he were a statue, this made him think of those goals who he had had fun with before and finally understood that feeling.

bump*

A fist with all the power of Har crashed into the man's stomach, a sharp pain spread from the point of impact throughout his body, he felt as if he were pierced by a cannonball that shattered the internal organs of Har. him passing by

As expected, this man's body was not able to withstand the full force and speed of the current Har, he shot out of the door taking a side of the wall with him before crashing into the corridor wall and falling to the ground vomiting blood. .

"Joel Nistero, 34 years old."

"...!!"

The man had not yet gotten up from the ground and had barely stopped spitting blood, this only to be surprised by the words of the extraordinary young man who left him in this state, had brought to light his true identity.

As a person who is dedicated to dirty jobs, it is normal for his identity to remain hidden for his own good, if he is exposed and is involved in some revenge or simply wanted by the law then his whole life will be ruined, only the high command of the organization they have the right to know the identity of any of their workers, the others are normally called by code names.

Who is this boy and what means did he use to find out?

Raising his head with a dazed expression, he only saw that cold young man looking at him with his fearful eyes as he approached him with slow steps.

swossh*

"Ahg!!"

With the sound of the air cutting off, the figure of the young man came in front of him and lifted him up forcefully by grabbing his hair, positioning his eyes in front of his before speaking with a cold and intimidating voice.

"Tell me everything that happened...if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in hell."

Faced with this situation, the man felt helpless, he looked furiously at the young man, feeling repressed at the moment, an aura of mystery covers him, becoming more noticeable with those strange eyes, the feeling that this aura gave him seems familiar although he has never experienced it, something that is rooted in the human being waiting for the moment to go out and impose its power on everyone, death.

-End of this chapter.-