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Kopi continued to saunter to the heart of the shanty town.

Everyone who lived in this place was aware of how perilous the center was.

After all, gangs were everywhere, and there would always be fights bound to happen.

Gangs also abused their powers as they would come and demand compensation in exchange for their protection, even though they would always fail to do so.

In Kopi's place, they lived near the outer, and there were no gangs who owned the place.

Hence, they were excluded.

He didn't know the reason why no gangs would try to swallow their place either.

It must be because the police station was near.

'But I don't think they fear the police, though.' Kopi shook his head.

Nonetheless, despite being aware of how hazardous his journey was, Kopi was adamant.

After all, he has to heal the disintegrated lower lip.

'Where is he at this time now?'

Kopi began to feel anxious when he perceived he could not spot any signs of the person he was looking for after minutes of sauntering.

Furthermore, the group of tattooed men was becoming omnipresent.

Their scrutinizing gazes were even bringing him dread.

After contemplating, he slowly and naturally turned to his back and started to return at an unhurried pace.

"Uy, brat! Come here!"

He tried to ignore him since the voice came from his back and acted as though he didn't hear him.

He also behaved like he wasn't the one being called.

"Brat! I'm calling you! If you ignore me, your head will explode."

Shivers ran down his spine, and Kopi's movement came to an abrupt halt.

Kopi had the notion the person must be carrying a gun for him to say it aloud.

He slowly turned his head and tried to search for the person who was calling for him.

"I'm here!"

It turned out… It was a middle-aged bald man standing with his back leaning on the hall in an alleyway.

He was puffing a cigarette while giving a dead stare at Kopi, resulting in the latter quivering in terror.

Kopi's eyes accidentally lowered down and saw a person lying on the ground, with a pouty face filled with bruises and wounds.

There was a vibrant green glow dimly, and the wound and bruises seemed to heal… but it was too slow.

Furthermore, it was not limited to his face, but even his body was much worse.

His bones were dislocated, and his limbs seemed to have been rotated forcefully by a powerful person.

His arms and legs were totally broken.

Kopi slid his vision to the middle-aged bald man. 

Scrutinizing him, he has tattooed all over his body, and the most striking thing was the scorpion on his left arm, facing Kopi.

When he concluded it was the same tattoo he had in mind, his mind turned blank.

He never thought he would meet the members of the King of gangs here.

From what he knows, they lived on the west side of the area, which was the other side since he was currently in the east.

However… he met one of them, and from his appearance, he really was the person who could explode his head even without the help of the gun.

"Oi, kid. Wake up!" The bald middle-aged man's thunderous voice snapped him awake.

"Ah-" 

"Help me get rid of this kid.

I don't want to stain my hands, so I will leave this task to you."

He shot a menacing stare at Kopi, and the latter's hairs stood one end.

He hurriedly nodded in response.

"That's good. Then now, find me a bag, wrap him inside, and throw his body to the lake."

Kopi was stunned and recalled the lake of the shanty town.

It was located on the north side, and it was completely far.

Furthermore… There was also another gang who resided there.

They were the group of gangs who opposed the scorpions.

He didn't want to encounter them.

"Are you hesitating? Well, you can just throw the body to its place either. Just don't get caught or else…"

The bald middle-aged man brought his hand to his neck, extended his finger, and slid it from left to right.

Kopi gulped after understanding what he meant.

"Now, go and work!"

"Y-Yes sir!!!" Kopi shouted and hurriedly arrived beside the injured young man who seemed to be his age.

'Just what happened to him?' Kopi wanted to ask.

"I know you have many questions in mind." The middle-aged man smirked and glanced at the young man lying on the floor. "You see, our young master is so vicious. It has been many days since this young man became his prey until he lost interest and finally wrecked this young man to this state."

Kopi stupefied.

Gazing at the young man, his eyes flashed with pity.

Of course, he knew this young man and also the young master the bald was talking about.

He only never expected the tyrant of this place to be actually a young master of the scorpion gang.

Now, it would make sense why no one tried to scold the wicked young master.

Despite feeling sorrowful, for some reason, Kopi was excited.

He knew why, even when he tried his best not to admit it… it was so difficult.

After all, this was the young man he was looking for.

And his circumstances only left him a chance to extract his Gift.

Staring at the face of the young man, whose eyes seemed to have regained their clarity after sensing a presence touching his broken limbs, Kopi tried to communicate with him.

The young man tried to open his mouth, but it was gibberish.

Kopi seemed to understand it and nodded.

He brought his face forward, moved his mouth closer to his ear, and mumbled.

Of course, it was gibberish.

Even the bald middle-aged man appeared puzzled by the young man's action.

Nonetheless, he let him be.

He sensed the young man seemed to have an injury on his mouth and thus was aware of his gibberish voice.

It wasn't difficult to arrive at such a conclusion with the appearance of Kopi's face.

When Kopi motioned his head backward, he met the young man's gaze again.

Tears crawled out of his eyes and slid to his cheek until his ear.

The young man nodded and closed his eyes, seemingly attempting to take a rest.

Kopi landed his palm on his forehead and got rid of the hair.

When the bald middle-aged man perceived it was getting boring, an idea popped up in his mind.

He took out a butterfly knife, fashionably motioned it, and finally a sharp part protruded.

He called for Kopi's attention.

"Take this."

Kopi was stunned, staring dumbly at the butterfly knife.

The bald-middle-aged man continued as he beamed a smile.

"End his suffering."