Scumbag Killer

"Do you know who that woman is, lad?" A blonde-haired woman with a leotard dress asked, her mouth twitched when she saw this ignorant young man seemingly entranced by the woman singing in the tavern. 

Even though she was not great at singing, her beauty was unmistakable. 

After all, that woman is the Emperor of Rome in disguise, and this lad has the guts, for sure, to stare at her, although those guts are completely fueled by ignorance. 

"Why should I care who she is? As long as she's beautiful, is there anything else that needs attention?" A green-haired young man rolled his eyes at the blonde-haired woman beside him. 

He was annoyed by the fact that this woman interrupted his daydreaming. 

Did she have no job except annoying him?

"I doubt people like you, who think with their dicks, could survive in Rome," the blonde-haired woman scoffed, wondering how this jerk could ever survive until now.

"You should be grateful that the woman didn't see you drooling, or your fate would be no different from those two fools."

"I'm just looking, not touching," the green-haired young man rebuked. "Everyone is looking at her, see? There is no problem with that."

"You are too sensitive, dude. Are you perhaps jealous of her beauty?" 

The leopard woman almost wanted to punch this asshole, knowing she was a woman, but this guy called her 'dude.'

"I'm saving you, lad. And this is how you sought to repay me? By acting like an asshole?" 

Perhaps knowing that he made a mistake, he introduced himself to the leotard woman without hesitation. "My name is Lubbock, and yours?"

"Leona," Leona replied. "Don't think that I will forgive you just because you act nice."

"I don't need your forgiveness, though," Lubbock laughed. 

He knew this chick was expecting him to treat her to a drink, but sorry, he was too broke for that. 

To cover up his embarrassment, he didn't hesitate to make a salty joke. 

"Asshole!" Leona punched this guy's nose. 

Their movement attracted attention in the tavern as they set their gaze at their table. 

Lubbock, being the witty asshole he was, smoothly evaded the punch and ran away from the tavern without hesitation. 

He didn't even bother to pay for his meal and drink, leaving Leona to take care of his problem. 

Lubbock thought smugly.

...

The thief, who broke because of the last incident wherein he was stabbed by the hooded figure and forced to betray his friend, now looked at the night figure dazedly.

Since that incident, no one trusted him again because of his betrayal, although it's common for criminals to betray each other, but they do it subtly, not as blatantly psychotic as him, stabbing his friend in front.

Now, he was hungry, broke, and had no bitches accompanying him in the night; all blame fell on that hooded figure, which made his already miserable life even more so.

Recently, that hooded figure became active, causing his fellow criminals to shake in fear just at the mention of that nameless figure. 

Due to this, their activities greatly reduced. 

That nameless figure is not only very powerful but also brutal; he or she doesn't hesitate to break their most important parts and then humiliate them.

Yes, that hooded figure revels in humiliating his/her enemies and has a cruel tendency and sadistic streak, which is what makes criminals fear that hooded figure. 

They call that hooded figure 'nameless,' but the woman who was saved by that hooded figure calls him the 'scumbag killer.' 

It's not because that hooded figure is killing scumbags, but because the woman saved by that hooded figure feels that the man who wanted to commit a crime against them was a scumbag, thus earning that title for the hooded figure.

Fearing attracting that nameless figure again, he didn't even have proper food for a week and could only seek from trash cans, hoping to find some decent food there. 

Unfortunately, there was no food again for this day.

He cursed his luck.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, the thief looked around vigilantly, fearing that the hooded figure would suddenly appear in front of him. 

But when he saw the green-haired boy appear in his sight, his eyes gleamed with light. 

Finally, he saw the prey.

...

Lubbock, who found himself being targeted by a thief, beat the shit out of him and mocked the guy for being poor shit.

"Dude, seriously?" Finding nothing in the guy's purse but a broken dagger, as compensation for his poor mentality being robbed by this guy, he snatched the dagger without hesitation.

Although the thief's attempt at robbery failed spectacularly, his poor mental health couldn't withstand the adrenaline rush of being robbed by a random dude. 

The thief wanted to cry, but no tears came out when he saw he was beaten by this green-haired boy. 

He couldn't beat a scumbag killer, and now he couldn't even beat this random boy? 

What's the point of becoming a thief if he couldn't beat anyone in the first place?

He saw that the last value he had was snatched by this green-haired boy, his mind became blank, and he didn't know where to cry.

Lubbock didn't have time for babysitting this guy and let out a fart in front of the thief's face. 

After humiliating and mocking the thief, Lubbock left without hesitation, playing with the newest dagger toy he had gotten from him.

The thief passed out from humiliation and hunger.