chapter 30

"Don't worry, I think I have a way to solve this." Leonard voiced out nervously seeing how angry the trap ancestor was at the turn of event.

"How are you going to solve it? huh?! Let me guess, going out gun blazing?! Sure you might be able to live,but what about his normal people! Our skin isn't that thick to the point of deflecting bullets and blades!" Ryuji shrieked.

"Hey! My skin isn't that thick!" Leonard complained, feeling that he has been wronged by the little trap ancestor who never seem to act his ages.

"Oh please! We all saw how even shotgun shell would just bounced off your skin." Ryuji clicked his tongue tried to look around for something that could kill.

"No they did not! They hurt like hell!" Leonard retorted.

"Shut up and help me find something that can kill! We don't have any guns while they do! Anything could help! Even a brick?! At least we can at least used them as a type of projectile." Ryuji curses as he breaks down a chair.

"What are you doing? you know I have weapons on me at all time right? You just have to wasted my chair."

Leonard eye were twitching watching the trap overreacting before pulling out one of the AK-47 and it magazine that he previously borrowed from the woman cellar- along with her entire armory as they made their escape from the Corleone district.

When he pulled out the insane weapon from the Soviet Russian era out of thin air, everyone in the room was speechless.

"How many weapons do you actually had on you?" Jeanne asked him.

"I have enough to arm everyone here so we can start a small scale war- it's all thanks to this lady here." Leonard pointed at the woman who sat quietly while enjoying a bit of tea, who seen to be a bit unfazed by what is going on.

"Alright, take one, load it up and wait for that opportunity, I'm going outside to have a little talk with whoever the hell started a riot right outside my house of all places." Leonard tossed them a weapon of their choice along with a pack of ammo and told to wait in the house, more specifically- a place where they can shoot the thug while not getting shot back.

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Leonard slowly stepped outside of the house, where he was greeted by a group of thugs a distance away from his humble abode in the middle of nowhere.

"What brought you fine gentlemen to my humble abode in the middle of nowhere? From the look of it, you don't look to be here just for teas and crackers… right?"

Leonard tried to speak in an overly annoying British accent.

"Who the fuck are you?" one of the dumb looking thug haughtily walked toward and pushed against Leonard using a bit of force in order to intimidate him.

Funny enough, when the scrawny thug tried to push Leonard off his foot, he couldn't even manage to make him budged back by a millimeter.

"Huh? What the hell?!" the thug continued trying to push Leonard, but to no avail, it felt like he was pushing against a concrete wall that weight over a metric ton.

"Hey, what are you playing at? Push harder, look at him, he's just a scrawny kid- yet you couldn't even move him! Are you sure you're not wasting foods all these time?" another thug who was much bigger, mocked the man who tried to push Leonard down for being weak.

"Why don't you do it then? Since you're so confident!" the thug who tried to push Leonard down retorted back, hoping to get a good show from this fool.

"Just move your ass, this is how you do it!" the man rolled up his sleeve and charged at Leonard at high speed with disregard for the man who tried to push Leonard down and intimidate him previously.

"I rather you not doing that, having a piece of trash stained my fine clothes with it disgusting hands was already unbearable enough, the last I needed is another pile of garbage making it even dirtier." Leonard suggested in a cold voice seeing the thug was about to ram him.

"Fuck! Do you think I care! Here come the pain!" the laughed as he was about to make contact with Leonard and presumably, knocked him over.

"Yeah yeah, fuck off." Leonard casually swung his hand lightly and made contact with the charging thug as he was able to touch him with lightning speed.

All the people presents sneered at Leonard for being an idiot, he could have used that time wisely and tried to dodge the man charge, but no- he stood still and made a casual slap.

Well, all the people except for the few who stationed within the humble house with their weapons ready to kill at a moment notice, they only felt pity for the idiot who charge at Leonard without knowing full too well of what he is capable of.

*Slap the sound of a slap vibrated and shook the air around Leonard before it traveled to the people that surrounded him and then to the one inside of the house.

Shock wave of compressed air kicked up from the slap, the men who were unfortunate enough to receive such a flies swatter attack was launched and splattered on the concrete ground below and dyed the corner of the street red with his blood.

"Anyone else? I'm really curious, where did you find such balls to start a riot right outside of my house- just a day right after I had a little cooperation with the "Godfather" of the Zaluchi? I'm pretty sure I specifically ordered him to tell the flies and maggots to stay away from my place, did I not?" Leonard mimics an enraged tone of Drill Sergeant as he questioned the thugs.

The group of thugs were now rooted in place out of fear as they linked the bloody mess of their former comrade to the youth who caused it, just a single casual slap and a man thrice his size was splattered onto the concrete pavement in a spectacular manner.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Leonard raised his voice in a fit of rage.

"YES CAPOREIGEM, NO CAPOREIGEM, MAYBE CAPOREIGEM!" Leonard moved up to the presumed to be leader and stood before his face while screaming, letting his spits and saliva flies all over the thug face.

"Y-y-you're the new Caporeigem?!" suddenly a smart one among the group finally got the gist of who exactly Leonard was and began to shiver in fear.

"Yeah, you're smart, stay on the side unless you want me to smoke you later when I'm done with this fool here." Leonard told the "smart" thug while poking the leading one among the bunch on the side of the head with his finger.

"I'm asking you, who the fuck are you? Did you not hear that you're not supposed to be in this area-" before Leonard could finish his questioning, the thug punched him hard on the head with his fist added with brass knuckle to enhance it striking power.

*CRack, however unexpectedly, instead of Leonard head being bashed in, all the finger on the thug hand were shattered instead from the rebounds.

"AHHHH!!!!!" he wailed in agony as the bone in his hand were completely turned to dust.

"You really have a death wish, don't you." he glared at the thug with cold eyes.