Chapter 1251 - 614: Crushing Resistance (Part 3)

On the other side, the tall, skinny man with a weird tone tugged at the sleeve of the little boss, lowered his voice, and whispered a few words into his ear.

The little gangster boss’s face twitched, and his eyes showed a mix of realization and disdain.

Spit——

A thick glob of spit landed right next to the young man’s hand.

"I remember now, you’re the unlucky bastard who has no one left at home, aren’t you?"

The unfulfilled wish, the greed and malicious intent that once filled those fierce eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a more sinister and cold calculation.

The solitary young man before them was like a stray dog by the roadside, with nothing to exploit, and even extortion was a waste of effort.

But letting him go without paying any protection fee would set a poor precedent for other fishermen at the docks and other gangs in town.

And when Boss York Shaw returns from his long voyage, learning of this incident, what fate would await them then?

"What a dog bastard."

The little boss glared viciously at Wensar beneath him and didn’t bother wasting any more words.

He simply gestured to the lackeys behind him.

"Tie him up and take him back first. When the recruitment from the western mines comes in a couple of days, we’ll blind and mute this brat, send him over as an outsider drifter — at least we can get some booze money."

With those words, the little boss, as well as the lackeys behind him, sealed their fate completely.

The keen Perception Ability discerned that their words weren’t mere threats but true intentions, and judging by the tone, this wasn’t their first time doing so.

The adventurer who happened to pass by and was hiding in the shadows at the alley entrance decided there was no need to hold back.

Peacefully sending these worthless scumbags to Hell.

In terms of physical prowess that was impressive even among professionals of the same Level, facing ordinary people who hadn’t attained any Professional Level was akin to dimensional descent assault.

Without using [Teeth Hunting], even the weapons including [Miju] weren’t needed to be unsheathed.

Relying purely on physical Strength.

With one step forward, he brought them within his attack range.

The last little gangster in the group only heard the noise and turned halfway, but under the impact of the dark Arm Shield, his head and half of his neck were reduced to fractured bone and pulp.

The right hand casually smashed down, embedding one thug’s skull into his chest;

The left knee thrust upward, the terrifying force exploding the little gangster’s chest and abdomen, scattering bits of internal organs across the ground, exposing a pale spinal column.

The tall, skinny guy screamed and tried to flee, but Xia Nan caught him by the occipital bone with five fingers, smashing him against the wall, leaving only a headless corpse.

The burly little boss roared and drew a scimitar from his waist, the chopping motion seemed rapid but was slow motion in Xia Nan’s eyes.

With a swat like swatting a fly, the crude scimitar snapped and flew away, taking the gangster’s right hand holding the blade, twisting and deforming it.

Ignoring the opponent’s pleading tears, patiently asking and learning it was just a small gang, with no other members beyond these five, and no one would seek revenge after he left.

Xia Nan picked up the scimitar, now only a hilt and a small piece of blade, gripping it in reverse and driving it into the little boss’s skull, the hard cranium shattering under his extraordinary force as if it were tofu.

He let go only after ensuring the entire half-blade was embedded in the head, stirring it to confirm the opponent’s complete death.

Retrieving gauze from his pouch, he wiped the blood from his hands.

Xia Nan stood in the center of the alley, looking at the boy sitting against the wall ahead.

His gaze swept over the short dagger in his hand.

The tone was just as when he first leapt from the sea onto the deck of the boy’s fishing boat.

"Why didn’t you fight back?"