Human Binary: The Unrivalled King of Technology

Seeing this, Bojarn and Lan trembled. They began to move back subconsciously. All the will to fight was over the fence. The slight smile on Emma's face gave them the fright of their lives. They began to question their luck. Why? Why did they have to meet such a devil in this backward city? 

"P-Please don't kill us. We-We do anything you want." Lan stuttered. 

Hearing this, Bojarn was stupefied. He glared at Lan. What a stupid coward. The day decided to become a PAR. Your destiny has been set. If they betrayed the PAR. They will be hunted to the end of Earth. And besides, with the look of things, this devil will not spare them. Instead of begging for their lives, they should die with the dignity of a PAR.

Swiss!

Bojarn dashed toward Emma with his gaze turning red, veins protruding out of his muscle ready to burst. Seeing this, Emma was pleased with Bojarn's attitude. 'Nice. I will give you a clean death.' With that, Emma also disappeared from his location. The two passed each other without stopping but a slight sound echoed. 

Emma and Bojarn stopped a couple of steps from each other without turning. Humm! A groan then thud! Kneels on the roads, he blinked, opening his mouth to talk, only for blood to flow out of his mouth like a tap. Thud! He crashed on the ground, closing his eyes reluctantly. Bojarn.

Without turning, Emma shook his head. If he had the opportunity to meet Bojarn earlier before joining the PAR. He would have recruited him. But can he say he joined the wrong organization, no? He followed the wrong superior. Cause and Effect. 

When Lan saw the effortless killing of Bojarn. Sweets were dripping from his forehead while his spin was also filled with sweats. He joined PAR to change his life, not to die an untimely death. Putong! 

He kneels and with teary eyes. He began to beg Emma to spare his life. Emma didn't utter a word. He approached Lan with a mesmerizing smile. Lan was visibly trembling on the ground. He wanted to run but he knew there was no escape unless the devil released him. 

Emma stops a couple of feet in front of Lan with his smile spreading all over his face. "Stand up and let's talk." He spread his hand wide.

>>Tsk! You shameless brat. Don't think you're on top of the world. There are many strong people that will turn you into smitten with their breath. Humph!

'I know. But if you think I'm being shameless. I don't think so. This is me. I'm not acting because I'm more powerful than them. But I'm just being me.'

With a trembling leg, Lan stood and stared directly at Emma's face. "W-What d-do you w-want to k-know?"

"Relax. I just want to know if your superior sends any signal to your HQ" Emma asked casually. His gaze was calm, looking at Lan with a friendly smile.

"I-I don't know. But if the HQ did not hear from us in a week. They will send another batch to investigate." Lan nodded.

"Oh! I see." Emma squinted his eyes briefly but quickly returned to his usually calm expression. Smiling lightly. "Since you have answered the question. I will send you on the way."

Hmm!

What way!?

Before Lan could process what was happening. Emma slapped his throat with the edge of his palm, choking him. Gasp! Saliva flew out of his mouth. Lan widened his eyes, holding his throat, eyes turning red, gasping for air, veins popping out from his forehead. He stumbled back, panicking. He wanted to talk but his pharynx was broken. The gentle breeze became his bane, he wanted to breathe but the air was too heavy. Tears dripped from his eyes, his lungs tightened, his heart raced. Why? Why… I just want a better life.

He looked at the approaching young man with fear and hatred. He hates him for cutting his life short. He wanted nothing but to torture him, cut him into thousands of pieces, begging for his life. Alas… Gasp. He found it difficult to open his eyes and mouth. Thud! Lan fell on his knees, gasping continuously for air, his lungs and heart were failing while his brain was going into hibernation. Without saying, he knew his death had come. He looked at the peaceful night sky but found it not peaceful. There wasn't a single star or satellite to illuminate the dark sky. Everything was eerie dark. 'Why is everything so dark? Did heaven really want me to die?'

Lan fell on the ground with his eyes wide open, looking at the face of a young man reluctantly and with hatred. He didn't blink before his consciousness slipped away. Emma stopped in front of the young man while the smile on his face did not fade for once. If anyone who knew the previous Emma saw him now. They would be stupefied. This was not the naïve and debauchery Emma they knew. He was….. Even the system was speechless.

Emma looked at the death of the PAR and nodded slightly. 'Did I go overboard? No. No. I'm too soft-hearted to let them die an easy death.' His lips curled upward a bit and took a deep gulp of air. "Now, where to." He murmured.

[[Master, the Vulture mansion is now under our control. Everyone is waiting for your arrival.]]

"Wow. That was fast." He shook his head, leaving the area with a casual smile while sauntering like a young graduate, behaving like death had nothing to do with him. Those in the darkness took a deep breath with their full sweats. Thank God, we're not enemies. They thought.

A slim black car stopped in front of Emma. Emma turned back and looked at the area of the battle. He knew what transpired today would have its cause and effect. But did he care, NO? "Get it done quickly. I don't want any discrepancy." He said in a low voice carried by the howling wind of the night. 

…

Vulture was pacing back and front. Now, he felt the burnt of what Happy House and Havid had when they encountered these killing machines. Helplessness. His men were hunted like birds in the open sky. Telling them, there is nowhere to go. He wanted to retreat to a safe location but found out every one of his escape routes had been blocked. He was furious. How did hell did they know every of his escape route. The thought of spies among his trusted men came to his mind, but everything was moving too fast for him to dwell on it.

A man rushed into the room, sweating profusely, his chest moving up and down. "Sir…" He panted, gasping for more.

"What!" Vulture snapped, looking at the middle-aged man with fury. 

Taking a large gulp of air. The middle-aged man straightened his back. "Sir… Our last wall of defense had been breached."

"What!" Vulture shouted, his eyes widened. "A-Are you sure?" he wanted to reject the notion. But he knew the man wouldn't dare to lie to him. His pick of speed, thumping, ready to jump out of his chest.

"Yes sir. I barely escaped to make a report" The middle-aged man quickly responded. 

Vulture walked lifelessly back to his seat. He sat and rubbed his temple. If he said he did not regret his action. That would be a lie. But the deed had been done. There is no reason for crying over spilled milk. He relaxed his back on the chair and looked at the lavish room, reminiscing. This was once a sacred place, but now… he sighed. He built everything from his blood and sweat. The love of his life betrayed him for power. He was almost killed and trampled on when it happened. But he never gave up and continued to push forward before he arrived where he was today. 

Vulture gnashed his teeth when he remembered how Happy betrayed him for a business deal. She did not even bat an eye. How naïve then. He wanted to kill her then but he was powerless against his enemy then. She uses the charm of a woman to have many powerful people helping, rendering him useless. Then he vows never to be helpless like that time again. And true he kept his word. But not until today…..

Lost in his thoughts, he forgot about the middle-aged man standing not far from him. The man looked at Vulture, expecting some command but heard nothing. Should he leave or what? After a couple of minutes, Vulture recovered from his thought and saw the middle-aged man still standing.

"Kai. What are you still doing here?" Vulture raised his brow. He couldn't believe the man was waiting for him.

Kai gave a wry smile. "Sir. You haven't given me your instructions. And the men are dying every passing minute. We can't continue like this. Else...."

Boom!

The mansion shook but Vulture and Kai did not have any change in their expression. Vulture walked closer to Kai. Kai was one of his trusted men. He had been with him for as long as he can remember. Building a gang from scratch was not a child's play. Then taking over a city was like ascending heaven. But he accomplished it, but not alone. He had many trusted men around him that would die for him if the case warrants it. And Kai was one of them.

 "What do you think we should do? Our enemy knows us but we're blind against them." Vulture said in a low melancholy voice, difficult to hear if not close to him. His eyes had lost all the fierceness and the luster of the king of Vulture.. The wrinkle on his face deepened, standing just like a common man.