The Mercenary Gang Leader

"What?!"

Fenrir heard the enraged sound of the two Elfen ladies who stood behind their apparent leader.

They had deeper frowns on their faces, though that didn't take away from their beauty in any way. The two angry women looked even more attractive the more annoyed they were at him.

As for the Elf at the center, she didn't express any such thing as anger.

Instead, she gave Fenrir a condescending look.

"I would have to refuse; on behalf of myself, and my sisters." She responded calmly.

Her soft voice made the bulge in his crotch slightly twitch, and he found himself growing increasingly excited.

There was nothing that turned Fenrir on more than an interesting hunt.

"What can I do, then? I really want you three, you know? Especially you." He pointed at the most mature Elf of the bunch.

Her brows furrowed a little in disapproval, and the two Elves behind her began to yell with anger.

"How dare a mere human…!"

"Don't look at our Lady with your filthy eyes!"

Their reactions made Fenrir chuckle in delight. Elves were rare to find, but finding ones this amusing was impossible.

He knew he had to have them at all costs.

But first…

"We have come here to recover our goods which lay beyond that entrance. I don't suppose you'd let us freely pass."

As he said this with a smirk, his two lieutenants moved closer to him, and his three hundred men began to reach for their weapons.

… They had to take care of business.

"We have taken full custody of the goods within. Per the arrangement made with your KariBlanc Group, those items inside belong to us." The prettiest Elf spoke sternly, gently hitting her staff on the ground.

The moment she uttered those words, Fenrir's eyes widened in shock.

'Those Blanc bastards… so they were dealing with the Elves?!'

A wide smile formed on his face as he appreciated the intel.

The men behind him also looked at one another in both surprise and amusement.

Once again, they were assured of the quality of the items they would soon be getting.

'Based on her response, she seems to think we're the KariBlanc Group. I could just play along, but there's no merit in that.' He smiled, both internally and externally as he stepped forward and flexed his muscles.

"My name is Fenrir, leader of the Mercenary Gang. We are not affiliated with the KariBlanc Group; instead, we have thoroughly crushed them."

The two Elves behind their leader reacted with genuine shock and expressed nothing short of disgust towards Fenrir and his approaching men.

"As a result of our victory, we deem it our right to claim the spoils of war… don't you agree?" He raised his hand, as if requesting for something.

"So step aside and hand over the Warehouse… before things get messy."

His bloodthirsty smile and wide grin made it clear that he was willing to be a ferocious beast if they refused his gentle offer.

Fenrir didn't care much for long talks and negotiations.

If something was his, he would want to have it no matter what—no sharing or haggling involved.

He was strong, therefore he didn't have to learn diplomacy or grovel at the feet of anyone.

Fenrir was simply following the unfair law of the world.

"I believe I already made my position clear." The leader Elf said calmly.

"This place is now under the custody of the Elves led by me, Aurora El Slaviarai."

Fenrir could feel some kind of pressure circle around Aurora as she spoke—like strong winds that only seemed to be growing into a tempest.

"If you know what is good for you and your subordinates, then you should retreat. Now."

Fenrir could detect confidence in the words of the Elf. This wasn't merely defiance… It was a challenge.

Aurora, as she called herself, was strong.

"Hehehe… so that's how it is!" Fenrir grinned widely, cracking his neck as he slowly winded his muscles.

"That's such a shame. I truly didn't want to fight you."

He wasn't particularly averse to hitting women, but he didn't want to damage the faces of the pretty Elves that he would soon make his.

'Well, I can always have them healed, so there's no need to think that way.'

Besides, if he made sure to pummel them well, they would know better than to defy him next time.

The sooner he taught them obedience… the better.

"Why don't we handle this like mature adults? Me versus you."

Fenrir was, of course, referring to Aurora.

Frankly, he wanted to rest out her strength and see how strong she was.

He already knew Elves were very poor at combat, but this particular one seemed fairly confident in her power.

'It would be nice to see her despair once she falls under my superior strength.'

"Fine. Though I do not mind taking you all on right now." Aurora took a step forward.

Her statement amused Fenrir. He couldn't tell if she was speaking this way due to self-assurance or pure stupidity.

"You two, remain here and guard the entrance." She told her two subordinates, who nodded at her every word.

Once she was done, Aurora took a few more steps forward, until she was a considerable distance from her sisters and much closer to Fenrir.

The latter was also moving closer to her.

"You do know that there are multiple entrances, right? My men could always take a different route." Fenrir chuckled in a mocking tone.

"It matters not. I will not allow any of you to step inside."

Aurora's response was curt and straightforward. It was clear that she didn't desire to converse with the human in front of her.

Fenrir only took this as even more motivation to have her as his woman.

"By the way, I heard a Dragon attacked this place. I don't see any traces of one, so… was it you who got rid of it?"

Fenrir narrowed his eyes as he asked the question.

'If she is the one, then I should assume she's a lot stronger than my Deadly Three. I'll probably need to go all-out from the start.'

However, her response to the question was a shrug.

"The Dragon left already, so we took it as our chance to obtain our goods."

Fenrir was chuckling long before realizing it. Based on her statement, he could decipher two things.

'First is the confirmation that they're the true buyers of those Enchanted Items. Secondly… they're not as strong as the Dragon.'

If they were, the Elves wouldn't have waited for it to leave before attacking.

Thus, Fenrir reached his conclusion.

'In essence… I'm definitely stronger!'

He stepped forward with his muscles bulging with every step he took.

'There's no need to go all-out for now, but there's also no need to hold back too much either.' With this line of thought, he activated three out of his five Skills.

'[Greater Fiery Power]. [Greater Pure Boost]. [Greater Iron Fortress].'

~WHUUUUUSSSHHHHH!!!~

A swirling force instantly rushed around him as both his offensive and defensive abilities rose to the max.

Burning aura enveloped his body like flames, and he grew to be at least one feet taller than usual, with his muscles looking a lot bigger as well.

Every aspect of Fenrir had bulked up, and as he stood right in front of the Elf he desired, he licked his lips with utmost delight.

"You're mine!"