Chapter 75: .454 Casull

Multiple eyes watched in shock as a teenager with golden and black hair lower a relatively huge handgun with one steady hand.

Every sniper carries at least one secondary weapon for close encounters. Influenced by the preference of choosing a sniper, his .454 Casull packs quite a heavy punch.

Disregarding the reaction of the audience, he slid his weaponry into its pocket in the style of a cowboy, acting as cool as possible.

Nova picked up the broken sculpture resting beside his feet as a strange emotion erupted within.

[The alive artistry of a lifeless bat.]

Although it's only a wooden sculpture of a bat, the brokenness and deadness resembles a certain crow that unknowingly sacrificed to weaken a fatal bullet.

Leilani slowly released her outreached arms that are meant to protect her father as the hooligan retreated with horror in his eyes.

She supported her fallen father up to his feet and for the first time in a while, noticed the wounds that time has left on his body. Deep wrinkles and blistered hands, while her skin developed flawless and clean.

She embraced him so tightly, holding her hot tears in. Tears of relief still leaked from the rim of her eyelids.

So close to her father receiving another severe injury.

So close to following her mother's footsteps.

So close to being the last bloodline and alone.

"I have to thank my savior."

She lifted her head up to search, catching Nova in his current muddled state. Her heart accelerated as she observed her heroes's distinguished looks and fixated eyes, detecting signs of injury and sorrow.

"Kaisao gang apprehends a dangerous armed suspect. That shall go onto the news today."

A deep voice broke Nova's thoughts as a man with multiple golden chains and rings clapped sedately, entering their sight.

He walked beside the boy with multiple earrings who clearly dialed a number to contact him, patting his shoulder with acknowledgement. "I believe that the Kaisao gang recognizes every other gang living in any district in Anold Street. You mustn't be from around here. Judging from your firearm."

"Then you belief is incorrect. We do live around here." Nova answered halfheartedly, glancing at Leilani's direction. Their eyes meet and Leilani immediately turned away, frightened by her own rapid heartbeat.

[Why did he save her? Oh boy, don't tell me that he's a playboy. Actually, it makes quite some sense.]

Atlas goggled between Leilani, Nova and Petal who was just standing a few steps away in the crowd. [Good luck with his messy business. What is that popular term again? Ah, yes. Harem.]

Pretending that the man is invisible, Nova continued staring at Leilani for a period of time.

For some reason, when she jumped out to save her father, all he can think of is his mother protecting him when he was young.

She reminded him of her. [How many years has it been since I saw her?]

Petal tapped Nova in the back, dragging his attention away from Leilani and laughed openly. "Don't just stand there and watch creepily. Ask her name. Maybe we can hang out and befriend her."

By the side, Reb lowered his head, evaluating the situation.

"They are here! So it is true! They destroyed the Rent Family." Reb thought of their confidence and the precision of Nova's gun skills meticulously. He's a smart boy who knows when to surrender and who to surrender to. Like how he knows to befriend Bob yet keep some distance apart. The man is a squadron leader like his father, except ranking higher and more hot headed than his cool minded father.

His father's status is increasing for as while everyone else is respected due to brawn, he is nominated for brains.

He has heard of the term, "Warriors", in many occasions before as his father's position rose, getting to roam nearer to the world of Warriors. He has seen his father's allocated men smash bricks with their bare hands.

Solid! Solid bricks! With their own hands! That was not it. His father has also vaguely mentioned how easily Warriors of the Rent Family can defeat their's.

All he said was, "with one hand. Without even moving at all."

If the almost non-human beings in the Rent Family were defeated, then what the hell is those teenagers capable of.

By then, Reb has taken his stand.

"Heath. I recommend you to not mess with them. Even my father cannot defeat them, so you don't really want to get into serious trouble." Reb quietly said to the man as he moved away towards where Atlas is located at.

The person of his nightmare was just sitting peacefully in a bench, chewing on a granola bar enthusiacally as he observed the commotion amusingly and unworried for his friend.

Reb gulped, trying to calm him heart. But the innocent and mischievous smirk on Atlas's face is horrifying, pinning his hopes lower and lower.

Mustering all existence of courage, Reb walked up to the most unassuming person and opened his mouth. "Mr. Atlas. I don't know if you remember me but I am extremely sorry for..."

Atlas frowned at the strange kid in front of him, forcing himself to stop eating.

Reb felt Atlas glare into his soul, slowly consuming his bravery piece by piece.

But Atlas soon moved his vision away and scratched his chin, resuming to eat his granola bar. "Who are you again?"

Seeing Nova ignoring him and Reb's belittling, Heath's narrow mind and bad temper took over, erupting like a volcano.

"Do you even know what a Warrior is?! Do you know what kind of powerful we can possess? I can easily crush..."

"Shut up. You're annoying."

Shoosh—

Heath heard a gust of wind sweep pass his ears. Sensing sudden emptiness on his scalp, he touched his hair in reflex. Well, he expected to feel hair. But he didn't, because...

"Did you just threaten me? I literally brought a gun to a fist fight. Next time I won't shave your head, it'll be your earlobe." Nova sighed, his .454 Casull magically in hand.