Chapter 14 Sun lit, Moon influenced (1/2)

In the middle of the empty courtyard in the barracks, flashes of light could be seen randomly appearing.

Ever since the moment he achieved his first move Moon Above, Fell kept repeating it, endlessly trying to get a clear grasp on it.

His training continued until he noticed that he was drenched from his own sweat. Exhausted from all the training he did, he hurriedly went to clean himself.

Refreshed from the shower he just took, the rejuvenated young boy quickly fell in deep sleep.

In his dreams, milky moonlight accompanied his sword moves, repeating in his subconscious as if it was a tape. His mind could clearly not get off his swordsmanship.

During the same night. Close to a black market situated in Fold Street, was a well-maintained mansion. Even though this crowded street, riddled with homeless creeps sleeping on cardboard, the mansion was disturbingly bright and clean. This building was the headquarters of Darksun.

The comfortable bandit group was living like pseudo bourgeoisie. Feeding on their prostitution ring and their drug-dealing business.

Vicious Zhang was in the middle of a fit of rage, he was savagely scolding his underling. His fuming eyes were bulging out of their orbits. He was shaking from anger trying to control himself to avoid hitting the idiots in front of him.

Ever since his attempt at meeting Anzar, he never heard anything about him. Neither from highly successful Nine-Nine nor his stupid but obedient underling.

”B…Boss, we've been looking through the street for days.” Argued a short-faced man, his teeth were clacking from fear.

”We never saw him again” added another lackey

”What about that bastard from the Baby Cemetery you told me about” asked Vicious Zhang with eyes gorged with blood, he was again losing control, his lustful killing intent awakening.

”B- Both of them disappeared ever since that day” trembled the short-faced man, he was feeling that today wasn't his lucky day, their boss' urge to kill was resurfacing.

”Get your asses out there and find whoever is related to them!” howled the man while pounding the table with his thick fists.

”Yes Boss!” carrying out Vicious Zhang's order, they swiftly left the room with long strides similar to running, their backs drenched from cold perspiration.

Vicious Zhang was left alone. Grabbing his coat, He hastily left his manor. Accompanied with two underlings, he wanted to let off steam, one way or another. This meant a poor innocent guy was going to get beaten to death for.

The night gradually died, announcing the start of a new day.

Fell steadily woke up from his sweet dreams. After dreaming about it the whole night, he was finally gonna have an opportunity to use his new weapon.

He dressed in a black martial artist uniform, left the room to start his day with his usual morning routine. Finishing his morning practice of the Massin Martial Art, he left with a fast pace in the direction of the cafeteria. Last night practice already left him with a starving stomach.

He barged through the cafeteria door and wolfed down on the buffet, leaving many fighters bewildered. Many of them shivering when they heard the sound of Fell chewing chicken bones, crunchy sound resounding in the eating place.

”You don't even go easy on food.” Said Sifiso who just stepped through the door, noticing the bizarrely quiet cafeteria.