Chapter 12 Ughhh

Tom left the school after helping a few more students including Peter,helping whom earned him 200 Gacha points,four times what others gave him,he could only wonder what would happen if he ended up helping Matt,but the system gave him no such mission to help the resident hero of Hell's Kitchen

Tom started his daily jogging from school to his home,stopping near a park once the five kilometre run was done,Tom proceeded with the rest of the exercises as he thought about the recent events

Although his life was going fine for now,he didn't like it one bit,not because he was a spoiled idiot or some dumb idiot,it was because he was afraid of the storm that comes after such calm

'Things have been rather calm for a while now,I wonder when things will move forward,I have been snooping around and there seems to be no such problems,No green goblin or anything of the sort,no vulture guy has popped up for Peter yet,only big thing going on right now is Kingpin,and I am not so sure since he is rather well hidden'

Tom got up from the ground as the system rang out

[Ding! Mission complete]

[Current GP: 1300]

'I should probably be able to get to 1500 tomorrow' Tom thought,then he remembered not seeing Mary come to his office

'gotta remember to give her some lessons when I go home' Tom thought as he resustend the urge to get his hands on two uncommon Gachas right away

Taking the subway,Tom arrived at home ,Though he was slightly cautious as he noticed sounds of things being broken from inside

He slowly entered the building to find it crowded with men with tattoos and bats in hand

'Aren't these those Russian men from before,it's only been more then a week,why are they back so soon'

Tom grew worried for Mary as he quickly ran inside her apartment ,pushing aside the bastards as he barged in,seeing her nowhere in sight,he grew even more worried,what he did see was the same Russian man from before sitting leisurely on a pink sofa while his men went around breaking things

Slightly worried about his own apartment being next in line as well for Mary's safety,he shifted his attention to the Russian guy sitting on the sofa

"Why are you here,what are you doing,and where is Mary?" Tom asked with a cold tone,not liking the man's smug face one but, seeing his blackened teeth only made him more disgusted.

"kehe! Who do you think you are talking to punk" The Russian yelled in anger seeing the tone of Tom,a lackey from behind was about to bash Tom from behind ,though before the bat could make contact with Toms head,he he ducked and kicked the man's knees,Resulting in the man screaming in pain as he fell towards Toms incoming elbow strike that flipped him over

"…."

The whole crowd of Russians became silent as they watched the seen in front of their eyes.Tom on the other hand was blankly looking at the man that was passed out right before his eyes

'Shit! I lost control of myself again' he lamented

'And here I thought I was finally starting to be mature

Tom grabbed a broken chair leg as he smashed it onto another Russians face,knocking him out,grabbing his bat,Tom swung it towards the guy to his side,Sending him off to sleep

Although Tom was always tired by the daily exercise,he was finally starting to increase his strength,his stamina that would usually be depleted by this time was still good enough for a few bouts

At this time the others also started barging in as the room got crowded,looking at the fallen bodies of his comrades,the Russian leader got angry and charged at Tom who was fending off two lackeys at the same time

Tom who saw it coming could only grit his teeth and take the hit,he couldn't use the curse as his life will be difficult if he did so,and he wasn't planning on killing to survive just yet

*Bam*

*Thud*

"Bastard! Take this you piece of shit" the group continued to beat on him ,it was then that they suddenly heard another thud ,the sound of another body falling to the ground as a man in a mask barged into the apartment with two Stcils in hand

"who the fuck are you?!" asked the goon,the only thing he received was a stick to the face before the man started fighting

He every strike meant to knock out his enemies,moves that meant business as he swayed left and right,the gangs number continued to dwindle ,Before a minute passed,half the crowd was wriggling on the floor,along with Tom who was knocked out

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