Went Everywhere

While watching the 200-odd members from the Declan Gang charge over, Reagan Declan suddenly felt a strong force pulling his tied leg, sweeping his other feet off the ground before his world spun.

"You can have your boss back," Albion said while whirling Reagan Declan around by the ankle, completing a full revolution before releasing his grip.

The Declan Gang's front runners immediately halted their charge and tried to evade just as their boss was hurled straight at them!

The front runners immediately reacted and dodged, but the people behind them failed to do just the same!

Bam!

Reagan Declan slammed into the group, quickly knocking down more than ten people like dominoes!

The Declan Gang immediately lost their courage to advance after seeing their boss thrown with such brute strength.

"Aiyo~!"

The people cried.

The strong impact had broken many bones. None of them were able to get up and continued to squirm on the ground painfully.

The surrounding gang members quickly gathered around to help the fallen members separate from the human pile, while a few helped their boss back on his feet.

"B-boss, are you alright?" One of the gang members asked nervously with shaking hands as he supported one of the boss's arms.

Reagan Declan stared at his arm that flopped back and forth in an unnaturally manner before he barked, "F*ck, do I look like I'm alright?! My arm is obviously broken!"

"Sh*t. Everyone, let us take revenge for the boss!" A member rallied the gang.

Another member immediately urged, "Right, go kill him!"

However, no one moved.

No one dared to be the first to rush ahead. Obviously, the boss was no match for the young man before them.

Whoever faces the young man first—will also be the first to suffer miserably.

Reagan Declan rolled his eyes at their false bravado before shouting, "Meng Yan! What the hell are you doing?! Why aren't you helping me take down this kid!?"

"Help you? Why do I need to help? We only agreed to a truce, not an alliance. I have no obligation to you!" Meng Yan stated, keeping his distance from both Albion and the Declan Gang.

"You—!"

Reagan Declan wanted to rebuke, but he knew that Meng Yan was absolutely right.

"Boss, what should we do?" A lackey asked while gripping a wooden bat in his hands tightly.

The wooden bat did not give any boost to his confidence whatsoever despite the young man being unarmed.

They were clearly outclassed.

"Wait!"

Reagan Declan said with a raised hand—the unbroken one, stopping the gang from doing anything stupid.

At the same time, Albion stood on the spot with his head lowered in boredom as he kicked a small pebble on the ground aside.

Shortly after, Albion looked up at the two gangs and said, "Are we going to fight, or will you both submit to me?"

The Declan Gang's boss frowned.

"I am the boss of Declan Gang, overlord of Silvercove's southern outskirts with more than 200 men under my command! Do you think I will submit to you just because you are a little stronger than I am?! Well… Yes! Yes, you are absolutely right! I will submit to you, boss!" Reagan Declan suddenly declared.

Albion almost staggered from surprise.

Not to mention him, even the whole Declan Gang was taken aback. No one expected the Declan Gang's boss to spout such words after his swagger.

"B-boss?! Did you mean to say you won't submit instead?" A lackey asked with doubt.

The Whole Declan Gang immediately perked the ears, awaiting the boss's word of confirmation.

Were they really going to submit themselves to such a young man?! Did this person even know how to run an underworld gang?!

"A wise man knows when to advance and retreat. This young man is stronger than I am. It's not humiliating to submit ourselves to such a person." Reagan Declan stated.

Although he said the person was only slightly stronger than himself—this was only to save himself some face. In fact, the person far, far too powerful.

Reagan Declan was just an ant in front of Truck-k—Ahem, chariot.

With the current trends of the world, strength was everything. Whether it is money, women, or status, it can be easily obtained by simply possessing the power.

"Not going to lie, you got me in the first half," Albion said wryly before rubbing his head with distress.

Can he still beat up these gang members if they already submit to him? Would it make him seem like an abusive boss?

Albion shook his head.

He directed his gaze towards the Yan Gang before asking Meng Yan, "What about you? Will you submit?"

Meng Yan did not answer immediately.

After a moment, Meng Yan said, "May I ask if you are a high-level Hunter or a Grandmaster Martial Artist?"

"Does it matter whether I am or not?" Albion said nonchalantly.

Meng Yan gazed hard at Albion for a moment before he smiled, "Of course not. The Yan Gang will submit to you, boss!"

Albion rubbed his chin wryly, thinking the two gang leaders submitted far too quickly. These wily foxes would not be easy to control.

Meanwhile, atop a three-story building some distance away, a person spoke into the phone, "The Yan Gang and Declan Gang submitted, boss."

[Since these dogs are not obedient, just get rid of them.]

"Understood, boss." The person hanged up the call before turned to the few men beside him and ordered, "Do it!"

At the same time, Albion's [Eyes of Ashura] suddenly activated on instinct, realizing these people he spotted on top of the buildings earlier were not part of two gangs as he had previously assumed after seeing their handheld objects.

"Grenades! Everyone, take cover!" Albion shouted.

The two gangs were immediately confused by his warning.

However, after seeing several grenades landed by their feet, Reagan Declan's eyes widened in shock before he roared, "Grenades! Duck!"

Boom! Boom!

Several explosions went off.

An object flew above Albion's head, causing him to reach out on reflex and grab it.

At the same time, the crowd was filled with chaos.

Many had reacted quickly, ducking away from the grenades, but it was uncertain how many were hit by the flying shrapnels or if anyone were hit directly.

"Everyone, alright?" Reagan Declan began assessing the casualties.

"I got struck in the leg, but otherwise, I am okay, boss!"

"Just a few scratches over here!"

"Darn thing got my arm, but I'm good!"

The lackeys answered.

"Where is Timmy? Has anyone seen him? He was just right next to me!" Another lackey asked, evidently still in shock with his ears ringing.

Albion walked over and patted the person on the shoulder, saying, "Timmy went everywhere," before passing the object in his hand over.

"But here is part of him." He added.

The person took a moment to process Albion's words while gazing down at the object in his hands. Shortly after, he threw the thing away while crying out horrifically, "Uwahhhh!"

It was a leg.