"Come on, brat. Aren't you supposed to be good at fighting? All you have to do is beat the five of us one by one, and I'll let you leave."
A bald man with a tongue stud licked the blood off the sharp dagger in his hand while using gestures to direct more than a dozen of his lackeys to tighten the encirclement.
Mir, whose face had been cut open with a deep gash, stood protectively in front of Rabbit-Mouth and gave a cold nod.
"Rabbit-Mouth, just stay back and watch."
Rabbit-Mouth gritted his teeth and retreated to the edge of the circle, nervously watching the blood continue dripping from Mir's cheek.
Very soon, the other side sent out their first man.
He was a small, wiry fellow wielding twin blades.
"Hehehe."
With a strange grin, he darted nimbly around the bull-like figure in front of him.
Then he suddenly burst forward. From a tricky angle, he crossed his two knives and slashed toward Mir's rear right side, aiming straight for his flank.
"Hehe..."
Just as Mir's kidney was about to be torn apart, the man's shrill laughter rang out, then stopped abruptly.
He stared in disbelief at the Mir who had turned around in an instant. In his pupils, a terrifying fist was rapidly growing larger.
Crack.
Along with a bone-shattering sound that made teeth ache, the twin-blade user's face caved inward under the force of Mir's monstrous punch.
As he collapsed to the ground with his head twisted at an unnatural angle, red-and-white liquid flowed from all seven orifices, disgusting like spoiled milkshake.
Mir said coldly, "Next."
The bald man's previously mocking gaze changed.
"Bruiser, Rat, Hound, Scorpion. The four of you, go together."
A trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes.
The moment he finished speaking, four burly thugs with very little cloth on them closed in on Mir from all sides, each holding a different hidden weapon and wearing lewd, revolting smiles.
"You spineless trash! Even gutter bugs have more honor than you! You said it'd be one-on-one!"
Rabbit-Mouth glared furiously at the bald man and hurled curses in outrage.
But he overlooked one thing.
At that moment, he was standing right on the edge of the encirclement.
A vicious gleam flashed through the bald man's eyes. The surrounding Wild Dog Gang members immediately surged forward, pinning down Rabbit-Mouth and unleashing brutal violence onto his scrawny body.
Rabbit-Mouth's screams instantly drew Mir's attention. He bared his upper and lower jaws and roared in fury,
"Stop!"
But before his shout could finish, intense pain suddenly exploded from his back and spread through his entire body.
The instant he was distracted, a dagger shot in with blinding speed and plunged viciously into his back.
"Is this really the time to lose focus?"
The attacker was a stubbled man with a black scorpion tattoo on his face.
He twisted his wrist with a sinister grin, and blood mixed with shredded flesh immediately poured from the churning blade wound.
As Mir let out a low growl, the other three also charged in with their weapons raised.
No matter how strong and tough he was, there was no way he could fend off four battle-hardened armed gang members at once.
Their merciless blades hacked into his tall frame. One vicious wound after another appeared, accompanied by the attackers' malicious grins.
This was not a duel.
It was a slaughter.
As injuries piled up on Mir's body, the rage in his chest burned hotter and hotter.
These vermin had insulted the honor of battle.
He would never, and could never, allow himself to lose to cowards like these.
Scorpion kept striking with his dagger, using one sudden sneak attack after another to leave bloody holes all over the tall fighter's body.
He was long used to this kind of torment.
It was one of the Wild Dog Gang's favorite ways to entertain themselves.
Use turn-based attacks or a wildly unfair gang beating to break an opponent in both body and mind.
To achieve that, he and the other three had deliberately avoided Mir's vital points the entire time.
They were like wild dogs toying with prey, fully enjoying the sight of him struggling at death's edge.
At that thought, Scorpion's twisted smile grew even uglier.
Give a trapped beast a little hope, then crush that hope beneath overwhelming disparity.
When that time came, the roars and screams of the desperate would become the most beautiful music in the entire underhive.
And so, through smooth teamwork and carefully restrained attacks, they had already mangled Mir until there was not a single patch of intact flesh left on him.
"How boring."
Scorpion felt disappointed, because even now, the man still had not made a single sound he wanted to hear.
And on Mir's faceless visage, there was not the slightest trace of the fear expression that would have pleased the wild dogs.
Having grown tired of the game, Scorpion exchanged a glance with Hound, who stood not far away holding a short axe. Then the two attacked at the same time from both sides of their prey, whose arms had already dropped and who no longer seemed to resist.
This time, their target was Mir's thick neck.
The entertainment was over.
That was what Scorpion thought.
At least, that was what he thought before his head was suddenly seized in Mir's raised hand.
"Compared to that one, you people are way too slow."
Mir said that while gripping the heads of both attackers.
At that moment, Scorpion finally saw emotion in the "prey's" eyes.
There was no fear, only rage. No unwillingness, only madness.
In an instant, Mir's muscles contracted like springs, while the two men's heads collided like marbles and burst apart like balloons.
The two remaining men stared blankly at the faceless figure standing there while holding two headless corpses. His body was bathed in both his own blood and his enemies' blood, and endless battle intent and contempt spilled from his green eyes.
When the prey turned into a savage beast, the wild dogs that had been swaggering moments ago instantly became broken-backed strays.
The bald man stepped on Rabbit-Mouth, who was inhaling more than exhaling, and veins bulged across his forehead.
The advantage was clearly his, so why did he feel so irritated and uneasy, and even deep in his heart...
Afraid?
"Fuck, all of you get on him! Tear him apar..."
Before he could finish, one of the Wild Dog Gang members flew past him in a twisted posture, spraying blood all the way.
Hot blood splashed onto his shiny bald scalp, making him instinctively touch his head.
"You're looking pretty miserable, Mir. And you look really pathetic too, Rabbit-Mouth."
A crisp, slightly heroic androgynous voice sounded from behind the bald man.
He turned around instinctively and saw that, aside from the man who had just been sent flying, several of his other lackeys were already sprawled on the ground.
And in front of them stood a somewhat slender figure wearing an old-fashioned gas mask, hands on hips as she looked this way.
"Nobody move. You're all surrounded by me."
Bang!
Before Gavo's entrance animation could even finish, a thunderous gunshot exploded through the air.
Under Gavo's trembling gaze, the bald man, who had not even gotten the chance to say his trash mob line, had half his body blown apart in an instant.
"That line should be mine, little one."
A hoarse, dried-up chuckle sounded from behind her...
(End of Chapter)
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