Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
“Answer the questions.”
The first gang member yelled back as he thrashed about, a reflex from the incredible amount of pain jolting through his body. “I-I don’t know who the fuck Xanius is! What the fuck is an ex-o-suit?”
Alvin carefully examined the first gang member’s face for a good twenty seconds before finally releasing him. The man let out a sigh of relief, his eyes still watching Alvin as he walked back to the other unconscious person.
Without another word, Alvin stomped on the neck of the other, crushing the windpipe completely.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]
You killed Red Lions Thug, +10 EXP.
Your level has increased from level 1 to level 2!
All stats increased.
Bonus free points granted.
“What…?” The purple box that suddenly appeared in front of Alvin’s face was jarring, and he tried to swipe it out of the way with his hand. What was a hologram doing here? He did not recall installing any invasive interface systems into his nerval jack.
The first gang member didn’t wait for Alvin to figure out anything; he was already attempting to crawl away, hoping to get somewhere more populated so that someone could save him.
He grunted as he tried to use his good arm to drag himself away, unable to stand after his shin had been fractured by the earlier kick from Alvin.
How did he suddenly become so strong?
Wasn’t he cannon fodder like us?! It’s like his body was enhanced!
Before he could move further, a firm grip lifted him by his collar and tossed him back against the wall with a loud thud, causing him to gag as he slumped to the ground once again.
Alvin crouched next to the remaining member, his amber eyes staring deep into the frightened attacker’s soul. “You and I are going to have a long chat about this place.”
*****
“Shit… Shouldn’t have left those two idiots to it,” Riker grunted as he stomped back to the alleyway where they had just fought. “Fucking fodder can’t even handle such a simple task. Pah, I got better things to do than babysit some kids.”
He reached the entrance of the alley, noticing there was no one there at all. He also noted that Alvin’s body was missing, though there seemed to be clear signs of a second fight-a much bloodier fight.
That put him on guard, made him wary.
Enforcers? No, if it were them, they would be openly crawling all over the place, trying to claim credit for a measly promotion.
His body tensed while he held his pipe at the ready, prepared for battle. His eyes darted about, scanning his surroundings quickly. “I don’t care who the fuck you are. Don’t think you can just mess around on Red Lions turf!” Riker shouted in bravado as he crept into the alleyway.
A voice wafted in from above in a taunting fashion. “Looks like there’s no shortage of second-rate thugs in this ‘city.'” Riker glanced upward, only to see a looming shadow dropping toward him from the never-ending pipes. A knee brutally collided into him, splintering his collarbone into fragments.
He couldn’t even scream. The air was knocked out of him as he collapsed onto the ground, but his battle instincts and adrenaline kicked in, keeping him conscious while he rolled. He bore the brunt of the pain and quickly recovered into a fighting stance, creating some distance between him and the unknown assailant.
Who is it? Another gang?!
“You? The idiot? How the-” The sight of his assailant shocked him into silence.
An eyebrow twitched on Alvin’s face, but he remained expressionless, merely lunging forward with his right arm swinging his metal pipe downward in a predictable smash.
Riker smirked and blocked the incoming attack, but it was a feint, with Alvin instead punching with his left arm, nailing him in the guts. The Red Lions gangster doubled over and fell on his butt, grimacing as he tried to regain his stance, but it was far too late.
Alvin was already on top of him, attacking with the utmost precision, targeting all the major joints with the clear intent to break them. Riker screamed as he suffered a rapid barrage of strikes, unable to move any of his severely bruised and broken limbs. “You. Who the fuck are you?” He roared in an attempt to scare Alvin off. “Don’t you know who
I am? The Red Lions will never let you Seven Snakes off, you cocksucker!”
A swift kick to the jaw caused a snapping sound, rendering Riker unable to talk. Alvin leaned in close, glaring at Riker with bloodshot eyes. “My name is Kyle
Hawthorn, Dominator of the Kablsk Spice Routes, Ruler of the Neadrsa Flow, and Crime Lord of the Melsura Star Sector. And you are the first step toward my new empire.”