Chapter 138 - Dealing With Thuggery (2/2)

There was no sign, no gush, no killing intent nor any kind of wind up to what had happened. The leader of the thug felt a jolt of frostbite to his spine the moment when two flying scimitars appeared on the upper edge of his vision, passing above him.

Culo was left frozen because it was also the moment where he felt an extreme pressure from the sudden burst of killing intent with the man in front of him as the source. It wasn't the normal kind of killing intent, it was seamless yet psychotic.

In a split second he darted to the person in front of him, grinning wide like a maniac while giving out a laidback energy, with both hands on the front after instantly throwing those scimitars. Robert was staring at him, as if he was saying 'you are next' to his very face.

Culo's hands were only a few centimeters left before reaching the scimitars. He looked back in instinct, only to find both of his falling friends had their skulls pierced by those scimitars.

He was so relaxed back then that he forgot what to do in this situation. Filled with anger and hesitation, he gritted his teeth and abruptly shifted his sight to the predator, only to find that a shoe was filling the frame before the impact launched his whole body far to the center in-between the corpse of his acquaintance.

'How!?' The sting was still there. Culo then opened his eyes—the very same shoe stomped at his face and swirled about as if he was a wrinkled waste of cigarette.

”Huh? This body is surprisingly stronger than it looks.” Robert then hurled another strong kick to his abdomen. ”I thought you wanted all of my artifacts? I gave you two and you keep none of them.”

Robert grabbed at his horn and raised up his head before splashing his pained face with the dirt and small debris covered with dust from nearby ground. Culo writhed in agony as some of the tiny rocks and dirt slipped into his eye socket.

”W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!? ARGH—” Culo felt that some of his bone got dislocated, the thought of it made him lose any hope of trying to resist. ”SPARE ME! DON'T KILL ME! I BEG YOU!”

Culo reflexively opened his eyes, the stinging jolt of numerous foreign substances in his eyes made him wiggled his body to overwhelm the pain. Whimpering, he got kicked again in the groin for a huge blow.

”Hush, I suggest you keep your eyes closed, it will be less hurtful that way.” Robert then dragged him by the horn and slammed Culo's back on the wall. ”I want some primary to intermediate lessons about common sense here, haha. Talk wrong and I'll yank your limbs with these handy meat hangers, don't worry about the glue because the hanging will not be done above the ground.”

At first, Culo was still panicking and it took him a solid two minutes before able to do any sort of normal communication. Still closing his eyes, he answered everything that was asked such as where he was, where to buy food, currency, artifact, cultivation common sense as he squeezed Culo's head for hours to dry out of every information that wasn't even given by the handy screen in his left pupil.. The night was still young after all.