Demon Lord's Reincarnation

I’ve never seen such a person to hold a grudge for this long but still be this fucking stupid to know his limits because if he had done his information gathering even before having the balls to finally go after me, he should’ve fucking known that even with his “buddy’s” help, Mr. Garciano, there was no chance in hell they’d be able to come out victorious.

‘Unless… There’s a valid reason for him being this so sure of himself…’

But yeah, I could only shake my head from that thought because at this point, unless an almighty being descended to interfere, there was no chance in hell he’d get out of this situation.

Though I am curious about the rest of his friends whom he was so vocal about:

“Alright, you probably know how this goes but—”

The motherfucker suddenly spat on my face then grinned while a mix of blood and spit was flowing from his mouth that had recently lost a few pieces of his teeth, “I ain’t begging for my life, you smug fucking shit! YOU THINK YOU’RE ALL THAT?! YOU THINK FELIX’S THE ONLY ONE I’M FRIENDS WITH?! HUH?! THINK AGAIN! YOU DON’T HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I’M— Huh?

Is that my… ear?”

At that moment, I was politely listening to his little rant but the moment I finally wiped my face off his filth, I simply relocated his right ear from his head to the pavement with a quick draw—and he only noticed what just happened when he felt the warm trickle of his blood flowing down on his neck, shoulder, and chest.

Not to be a sexist degenerate but I’d take anything that comes out from a woman except for blood, of course, but if I received blood that came from this mouthbreather’s loud hole that god knows where it had been? Losing an ear would’ve been the least of his worries.

But yeah, I did give him a few seconds to scream and scramble to somehow stick his ear back to where it should be without any adhesive—though I’m slightly regretting my actions because I should’ve picked a different thing to slice off because I’d really need people to listen to me when I’m talking to them and doing this to him decreased his listening abilities by half if there was ever any.

This type of person only knows how to talk and force orders onto other people who they think were lower than them but let’s just say I’m a very patient man when it comes to dealing with such assholes and hearing them scream was just one of life’s greatest pleasures.

However, right as I was about to continue our little talk, a small convoy rolled up from behind us before I heard a voice in my earpiece:

–

*bzzt*

[I hope I’m not that late to the party, am I?]

*bzzt*

–

Hearing that, it didn’t take long before a man probably in his 50s came out from the SUV behind us and he was wearing casual clothing but with the appropriate protection like a vest, a helmet, and some thick military boots. He also had a war belt with a sidearm, a couple of magazines, a knife, etc on it but it seemed like he was more reliant on the soldiers who were protecting him from all sides.

‘Is that Mr. Garciano?’

This man didn’t seem to have any outstanding features besides this look of curiosity as he examined the scene before him but there was this thing where he looked so groomed and tidy with the freshly-cut hair, unblemished face, and this well-cut mustache—but even his skin even looked like they weren’t touched by the sun, only now, and his nails were trimmed at the right length.

And from the corner of his war belt, I noticed this thing that appeared to be this hand sanitizer of sorts which said a lot because it gave me a general idea of what he was like. However, it seemed like he was profiling me in some way as well because we caught ourselves looking at each other for more than a few seconds which made me stifle a laugh.

But our brief moment of judging each other ended when he let out a faint smile and spoke with a normal tone:

“I believe you’re Mr. Ishiyama—”

But before he could finish his question, Mr. Crisologo mustered the strength to jump up from his position to rush the “traitor” but there just ain’t no fucking way he’d get past me as his temple got hit by my katana’s kashira—pommel cap—before he hit the ground unconscious.

The side of his head just had this little indent from where I struck him but I turned to Ibarra to ask him to secure our little package for later:

“Tie him up and bring his ear. I’m gonna use that later…”

He never looked so disturbed, “F-For what, exactly?”

“What would you do if I cut off your dick and waved it in front of you while—”

“Stop. STOP! I get it! Of course, I’ll get mad!”

I chuckled as I pointed at him, “Exactly!” then I turned to Kaley, “Catch up with everyone in Mr. Crisologo’s place and see how they’re doing. Tell them to just follow the protocol and we’ll get back to them in a few.”

“Okay!”

With that said, when I turned around to meet with the person who partially helped us make this rushed operation of sorts succeed, considering his little quirk, I just gave him a respectful nod instead of offering a handshake:

“Mr. Garciano? I’m Sky Ishiyama, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”

His smile then grew wider as he nodded the same way, “It’s very nice to finally meet you too! I’ve heard things, good and bad, amazing and terrifying from different people but never did I think that those two amazingly good and terrifyingly bad people were actually one and the same! I would’ve loved to shake your hand but—”

“I understand, I see no problem. But what do you think?”

“A-About what?”

“Am I that amazingly good or that terrifyingly bad?”

“Hmm~ I don’t really want to damper our relationship even more because I WAS that guy’s accomplice, foolishly enough, but I’m gonna be honest and say that u-umm… both.”

“Both?”

“Yes, both. Both amazingly good and terrifyingly bad. I’d really, really not want you as an enemy.”

“Is that so?”

“I really don’t want to make excuses now but if I didn’t owe Benjamin from the past and if I wasn’t that afraid of him, because of his connections, I would’ve shut him out and continued on with our own thing. Ah— This place is a little inconvenient to talk, would you mind relocating for a bit?”

‘Because of his connections, huh? I guess we’ll find out more soon enough…’

“M-Mr. Ishiyama?”

“Sorry, I’m just with my thoughts for a moment there…”

“Don’t apologize, rather, I should—”

“I think you shouldn’t either, at least for now… But yeah, relocation~ How about this gated community that just opened up? Like literally? I guess we could talk there and welcome a few of our new people, no?”

“Our?”

“I don’t know about you but we’re in some sort of alliance now, no? I believe we are, even before this.”