64 Den of Rats (1/2)

He got to know of the information source where they got the details of the kingdom takeover. The lady was still pretty shaken, so he had to make do with what he could interpret from her short and stuttered answers.

They made a plan to make use of the siblings to further their goals and the consequences are pretty catastrophic if he had not arrived or was present in their lives. His expression was getting murderous when the woman told him about the copulation plan.

'I'm... sorry.' The woman said while she felt the fearsome atmosphere around him. Knowing such facts made him rethink his pact of not killing her at least she would live with some complications as she goes on.

He got to know every other little cruel plan they had and was about to be doing. He even got the basic gist of every misdeed and corruption that every other person in the house has committed.

Perhaps the only innocent in the house is the little girl that is still weeping outside.

The girl already has support from all the servants that are arriving and surrounded the room. They were dismantling whatever part they could try and dismantle after not having any answers from their masters.

Aster took this as the alarm and had already applied a memory alteration to the woman. He also used a bit of his Envious Mana Refiner on her to dish out the little punishment he decided on. She was still in the peak of Initiate but it would slowly degrade along as she ages and the possibility of crossing the next rank had become quite minimal for her.

Every senior member was a gold mine for mana refinement and discounts but he had to kill then quick to enforce a frightening image to Rat and his vice leaders. Killing Alioth was easy but he could not be too sure with the feral man. He has unlimited reserves but he was not yet a true immortal and invincible enough to crush every opposition that came his way.

With a blink, he disappeared from the spot while the blood wall disintegrated into nothingness.

The room was filled with screams of terror and trauma while he skillfully escaped with every skip in space he made. He felt bad for the little girl but things were already done. It would be too much disrespect to them and also to himself if he had to give them corpses in coffins of blood.

Dren relatives also came into the room and pretty much gave the blame to the Unkillable Rats that they knew had come to talk things out with their leader. Sneaky Aster would utilize such misunderstanding and to truly erase his involvement is to silence the entire gang that is being led under the cunning Rat.

'Good thing that I asked the lady on where the rats usually hangout. If not, I would have to take detours and ask for directions.' Aster said while he teleported to whatever range he could reach with his current cultivation level. By burning all of his mana reserves, he could reach to about 30 meters of teleportation from his initial point. Due to unlimited reserves, he was blinking by deviating below that range.

All the while he is traveling, the three leader figures had already reached their destination and it was a slightly broken down building or factory of sorts. The place was littered with bottles and graffiti. A typical delinquent hideout for the scums to hang out on.

”Welcome back, BOSS!” A mob gangster sounded out as he saw his respected idol from afar.

Every other gang member in the room noticed the exclaim and saw their leader figures in the distance. They became rowdy with their own gangster appeal and individuality. Men of all ages could be observed with all their delinquent apparel.

Some are huddling around a fire in a can. Some were drinking beer and rumbles were somewhat commencing. Card games and thumb wrestlings to bet upon were being surrounded. There was even a make-do ring to officiate a true fighting match.

They were all scattered apart in a huge and vandalized factory area. Their sheer number would have reached a thousand. This fact just reinforced the corrupt connection they had and their efficient management to make them grow their group to how it is now.

Most of them were true mobs with barely noticeable cultivation and just floating around the ranks of a Novice. Only a few notable people stood out in cultivation and they are pretty much the vice leaders of the group.

”GATHER UP! You punks.” A buff man with an army hair cut sounded out as his aura was enough to call out the attention of every other gang member that was not paying attention to their boss' arrival.

”Keh! You are too rough there, Tank. The boss still has not reached his seat.” By the buff man's side is another powerful-looking vice leader that disapproved. With a ponytail that let him gather his long hair and a dented bat is hanging on his shoulders.

”You are too lax, Batter. The boss said it to be an emergency and all these goons are still minding their own business.” Tank grumbled and followed proper decorum which was uncharacteristic for a delinquent.

”Why are you so worked up and stiff, anyways? It is not like we are some big organizations with true rules. In truth, we are just a bunch of rowdy people that group together once in a while.” Batter gave him a wake-up message but the uptight Tank just disregarded it.

”Heya, boss!” A teen with cool looks and dashing hair appeared from the sides and greeted Rat that had already passed through the sea of disorganized gangsters.

Tanks and Batter looked at the other vice leader among them in distaste. Batter was not one to pull some punches with what was going on in his mind and said. ”Tsk, Petty Face! Up to your ass lickin' and knee grovellin'. As usual with your weakling level.”

Pretty Face took no offense and just shrugged it off with a happy smile. ”Hay! Senior Batter, you really have not gotten over my hazing rituals.”

The trio of vice leaders was on their own conversations while Rat had already reached to an elevated stage.