108 The Big Three of Darkness (1/2)
”You even wore a wig!” The man pulled forcefully, but after a cry of pain, he came away with a handful of bloody hair. He froze before becoming furious, ”Look! This Eastern kid is too much. He glued the wig to his scalp! You think that can fool Sir Levy? In your dreams!”
”In your dreams!” the two beside the man echoed in unison, waving their weapons.
Dean covered his face and curled up in pain, studying the men, ”You, what do you want? Who are you?”
”You don’t know who I am?” the man with the mace roared in anger. He raised his weapon and announced fiercely, ”I am Levy, the one-eyed swordsman!”
The man who had whacked Dean with the staff yelled, ”I am John, wind of the dark night!”
”I am Rabbie, the bloodthirsty Excalibur!” the last one called out. All three of them struck a menacing and handsome pose, calling out in unison, ”That’s right, we are the fallen morning star, the prince of evil, the infamous Big Three of Darkness!”
There was silence, a long silence. Finally, a weak voice came from the ground, ”What…what are you?”
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Dean did not know if there was something wrong with him or if he had run into three lunatics. To save himself, he forced himself to beg, ”Friends, you must be mistaken, I really don’t know who you are.”
Crack!
”You can’t even think of a better lie!” Furious, Levy dealt him a backhand slap. ”Everyone in downtown knows us three! Answer me! Are you that Eastern kid Luo is looking for?!”
Slapped into a daze, Dean shook his head reflexively, ”No, no!”
”Oh?” One-eyed Swordsman Levy opened his eyes wide, smirking, ”Seems like you’re not willing to talk! Brothers, show him!”
Bang! Bang! Crack! Crash! Clang! Clonk!
A flurry of pained cries rang through the dark alley.
Ten minutes later, Levy asked while panting, ”Answer me! Are you that Eastern kid?!”
”You-you really got the wrong person,” Dean cried, but was beaten again.
Bang! Crack! Clonk! Thud!
Ten minutes passed before Dean professed, ”I am! I am!” This time, Dean had finally learned his lesson. Face covered with blood, he grabbed Levy’s leg and cried, ”I’m that Eastern kid! Please stop hitting me!”
”Ha, you finally admitted it!” Levy laughed proudly, ”I told you that your amateur disguise wouldn’t be able to fool me!”
Beside him, John suddenly asked curiously, ”But Boss, isn’t the Eastern kid’s hair white? Why is his hair reddish?”
”Huh?” Levy furrowed his brow, fury written across his features.
Dean hurriedly exclaimed, ”Don’t hit me! I dyed it! I dyed it!”
Rabbi studied his face. Feeling that something was wrong, he turned and said, ”Boss, his age isn’t right either. He looks like he’s thirty-something. Is he lying?”
”Huh?!” Levy’s brows furrowed even more, ”You’re lying to me?”
Legs giving out, Dean fell onto his knees, ”To be honest, I matured quickly.” Gritting his teeth, through the humiliation as tears welled in his eyes, he choked out, ”Even though I look old, I’m only fourteen. I really am that Eastern kid. Please stop hitting me…”
”Hmph! Good!” Levy nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, ”John, tie him up and take him to Boss Luo. Show him how powerful we are!” With that, he whacked Dean’s head, knocking him out cold. ”Which one is this?” he asked.