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The person who understood nothing at all was undoubtedly Vice Boss Cisco.
The mysterious young man quickly gained his trust and then struck him twice on the head with a pipe after extending a hand of friendship.
What did this mean?
When had he ever wronged the other party?
Weren’t they from the same hometown?
Cisco was merely a spellcaster, not even a mage, and he was new to the shadow society.
There was no way he could recognize a [Foretelling Sorcerer].
Foretelling Sorcerers belonged to the least popular branch of magic, considered low because they lacked combat abilities.
However, if one mastered it to become an expert, they earned both respect and admiration.
But that meant one must truly possess the talent for foretelling.
Among ten thousand sorcerers, only two or three qualify to be Foretelling Sorcerers, and among a thousand of those, only one had enough power to accurately read people’s fates.
And one of them was Gavin.
Gavin could read life traces from the stars of fate.
The more powerful the individual, the more energy and skill required to read them.
Conversely, if the person was weaker, it was much easier to extract their details.
The fate stars of Vice Boss Cisco were minuscule.
Gavin could easily see all his details, even knowing the names of his friends and his family’s specifics.
Thus, he could pose as a friend’s younger brother and gain their trust effortlessly.
However, Gavin couldn’t see the actual name of Joey’s brother or the fates of his surroundings.
He could vaguely see Vice Boss Cisco’s past from the outside, but once he faced him directly, Gavin used his visionary gift again, gaining clear insights.
Had Vice Boss Cisco asked more questions while Gavin was outside the room, Gavin might have faced difficulties, but the latter erred by allowing Gavin to perform his act successfully.
“You!” A man drew a knife, ready to attack Gavin, but he turned a penetrating gaze upon him first.
‘Clairvoyance, the Art of Karma Reading,’ Gavin widened his eyes and pointed at the man.
“You are vile!
You even killed your own mother, not to mention stealing your grandparents’ money, fleeing home, leaving them alone.
Your wickedness didn’t stop there; you indulged in petty thefts, lost your senses to the extent of killing a creditor with a bottle, and buried him in the woods behind the school.
No wonder you’ve been plagued by nightmares for years.
May you descend into the deepest hell when you die.”
“Y…You”
How did you know!
About the murder of his mother and the theft from his grandparents?
Those might be discoverable, but the details about him killing a creditor with a bottle and burying the body in the woods should be unknown to anyone.
And how did he know he had been plagued by nightmares for years?
Before he could fully comprehend, he was struck on the neck with a pipe, causing him to falter and barely stand.
“As for you!
You’re even worse, indulging in the bizarre hobby of torturing animals by burning them with cigarettes.
It serves you right to wake up with mysterious scratches on your body.
Every temple you visit chases you away.”
“Ah…
uh…” The man readying a punch behind hesitated before being struck down by Gavin’s pipe to his leg, writhing on the ground.
“This is clearly a den of evil.
Why are you all so vile?” Gavin was appalled.
His Clairvoyance, the Art of Karma Reading, could discern the dark deeds of others.
The less powerful they were, the clearer and more detailed his insights.
These people were less significant than insects, allowing him to decipher their karma easily.
All vile!
What shocked him was discovering someone with twisted tastes who enjoyed molesting children under ten.
As a father, how could he allow such individuals to roam free in society!
“Who…
are you?” Vice Boss Cisco managed to speak, piecing words together.
He couldn’t believe this man before him was a friend’s younger brother.
How could someone he knew create such chaos?
“You all’s nemesis!” Gavin declared firmly and jumped into the fray, striking those who rushed in from outside.
The local thugs turned into mere weaklings, incapable even of throwing a punch, because before they could act, they were met with a pipe to their heads.
He was too precise, targeting either the head or the vital organs.
If Gavin determined anyone had molested a girl, he wouldn’t just crush their chest with a pipe but would stomp repeatedly, ensuring their eradication from this world.
To harbor desires for children not yet grown, prison bars would be too kind.
Better he exacts justice himself.
“You, come with me,” Gavin ordered, grabbing Vice Boss Cisco by the collar as effortlessly as if he were a kitten, but how could the vice boss allow himself to be dragged so easily?
‘I am Cisco!
Vice Boss of the Venomous Cobras Gang.
I can be killed but not humiliated.’ Cisco screamed inwardly, mustering basic magical energy to launch a strike, but before his fist could connect, he was thrown against a wall.
“Ugh!” Vice Boss Cisco’s eyes blurred momentarily.
As he tried to gather his senses, a pipe was already pointed at his face.
Whack!
“Argh!”
Thud!
Push!
Whack!
Thump!
The pipe hit rapidly, targeting various body parts.
Vice Boss Cisco writhed, shuddering like a small, cornered creature, feeling immense pain in his limbs and shoulders, so weakened he could barely move.
His eyes were swollen, surrounded by dark circles, struggling even to stand.
‘What are those fools doing?
Why aren’t they coming to help?’ Vice Boss Cisco lamented inwardly before being dragged away again.
Only then did he realize the tremendous strength in his captor’s arm, enough to drag a fully grown man weighing over seventy kilos with one hand.
Realizing his opponent also belonged to the magical world, he grasped that this man must be a mage, sensing faint magical energy in his muscles.
What had they done to anger this sorcerer so?
Until now, Vice Boss Cisco still didn’t understand.
As Gavin emerged from the room, dozens of men converged on him from left and right.
Vice Boss Cisco laughed internally.
‘You’re done for!
There’s no escape for you.’ But the next moment, his shock was palpable.
Men from both sides?
So what?
Jump!
Gavin leaped down from the third floor, Vice Boss Cisco in tow.
“Shit!” The vice boss yelled as his captor’s feet landed on a four-meter statue, causing it to crumble before descending to the ground unscathed.
Without announcing, one might think it a scene from an action movie.
With most people gathered on the third floor and clear exits, only a few dared confront him.
“Release our vice boss!”
“Or you’ll regret it!”
Four men charged at Gavin with bloodthirsty eyes.
Gavin broke the stone into two halves with a firm squeeze before hurling it with a baseball pitch motion.
The first stone hit directly at the heart, causing the target to grimace as if their world was shattering, momentarily freezing the others in sheer terror.
One, instinctively covering his groin, allowed Gavin a second strike to the nose, breaking it.
‘Even a sorcerer wouldn’t dare confront me like this.’
Seeking a place to die!
Gavin longed to declare himself as Ashura, the sorcerer supreme in combat!
Alas, in the human world, he could not openly proclaim his title.
Seeing their two comrades downed in an instant dissuaded the others from intervening.
Gavin, casually dragging Vice Boss Cisco like a set of keys, strolled out of the club.
“What should we do, elder brother?”
“Call Boss Joe!
The rest, follow him.
I refuse to believe he can handle all of us alone,” one man ordered, acknowledging the adversary’s fighting prowess, attributing it to his weapon.
They didn’t think they’d lose if armed too.
Elsewhere,
“It’s taking forever,” Faker complained, while Kariette, having nothing else to do, just gazed at Happy, who returned the stare.
“Gr!” Happy growled at Kariette.
It detested this woman!
Dragons possess many extraordinary senses and Happy could feel this woman vying for its master’s affection.
If it weren’t for its depleted powers, comparable to a third-level mage, it would incinerate her on the spot!
‘It seems this dragon dislikes us,’ Kariette thought pensively.
“Do you hate me?”
“Gr!” Happy roared.
Yes, I despise you.
You’re trying to steal my master.
But, of course, Kariette couldn’t grasp Happy’s words.
If Holly staunchly opposed Gavin’s involvement with her sister, Happy was the counterpart, not endorsing this woman.
It had cherished its master’s love for so long it couldn’t bear him sharing it with another.
Ding!
“Ice Witch, he messaged us to get ready.”
“Hmm,” Kariette nodded and then told Happy, “Stay quiet in the car.”
“Gr!” Happy retorted.
[What right do you have to command me?] Happy resisted visibly.
As Kariette turned away, seemingly ignoring it, Happy’s dissatisfaction intensified.
Faker nostalgically stroked a cricket bat, causing Kariette to look puzzled.
“Are you really going to use this?”
“Yes!
And I have this as well,” Faker smiled, revealing an object – a burglar’s mask!
He donned it, covering all but his mouth and eyes, leaving the woman utterly speechless.
Gavin was understandable, having grown up in ordinary society, but Faker, a former nobleman from a prominent family, why would he be so eager to transform into a street thug?
As a noble lady since birth, Kariette couldn’t grasp it and probably never would.
“You!
Just tell me what you need.
Besides a cricket bat, I have a wrench and an electric baton.
Which one do you want?”
“No need…” Kariette then took out a two-liter water bottle, chanted a spell to transform it into a sixty-centimeter-long ice rod, wrapped it tightly with tape, and reinforced it with magic until it was as hard as steel.
“Do you want the burglar’s mask?”
“…”
You used it!
Kariette didn’t respond, but her exhaled breath through her nose indicated her disinterest.
Faker didn’t press further, only to feel a pang of regret.
She sighed, imagining the company’s reaction if they knew their president was donning a burglar mask and wielding a cricket bat to fight a gang.
Soon, they saw Gavin rushing out, dragging someone along, followed by a mob armed to the teeth with various weapons, from baseball bats with nails to electric batons and hammers.
“…”
“…”
“This is the Ashura I know!
Top in combat skills in the world, something even I can’t match.”
“Right,” Kariette smiled faintly.
This was the man she knew, reminiscent of old times.
“Let’s go!” Faker beamed with excitement, finally getting a chance to vent the day’s stress.
He charged at the mob fearlessly.
“Hmm,” Kariette approached the crowd slowly before showcasing her skills, proving she wasn’t a woman to be underestimated!
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