SCREECHH!!
A car tire screeched to a halt in front of the mall. Damon and everyone else inside the mall looked outside and saw a black minivan, and out came eight men, all armed with crowbars and steel bars. Leading them is a burly man that seemed like a bodybuilder. They all stepped into the mall with an air of arrogance around them. The mafian who had called left Damon and rushed to them. He was humble in front of the bodybuilder.
"Boss Zane, why are you? I only called Tony." The mafian said.
"Julio, where is the fancy suit that insulted our Drakkov cartel?" The bodybuilder known as Boss Zane said. He didn't even answer the mafian's question, but rather got down for business.
"There he is?" Julio pointed at Damon who was comfortably sitting on the chair, sipping his black coffee, he glanced at them and flashed them a smile. It was obvious he wasn't taking them seriously. This made Zane annoyed. He could see Damon was dressed in an immaculate black Italian suit, and his face was very handsome.
"You, fancy suit, come over here!" Zane said in a commanding tone, but to his surprise, Damon hooked his finger and told him to come instead. This incensed Zane, he then turned to his goons.
"Go there, break his legs and drag him here." His voice was dripping with anger.
"Yes Boss Zane!" The seven men replied in unison and rushed to Damon, but Damon raised his hand and gestured them to halt. He stood up, and turned to the receptionist who was cowering behind the counter.
"Uhmm, it won't be much of a problem if I kill them all, right? I mean, this won't come back and bite against the Merchantos group." Damon asked. His words caused all sounds and noise to cease, one could even hear a pin drop. Even Julio and Zane couldn't believe what they've just heard. They felt Damon was out of his mind.
"N-no, the Mall w-will take care o-of it." The receptionist stuttered.
"Good to know." Damon said. Then he turned to the goons and Zane.
"Your boy there said your Drakkov cartel killed me and my family. How is that true?" Damon asked. This made Zane confused, he turned to Julio with a questioning gaze.
"What is he talking about?" He asked.
"Boss Zane, don't mind that fool, I said our Drakkov cartel killed the Dragon's Head Mafia lord." Julio said, and then his eyes widened, he turned to Damon who was now smiling.
"It clicks, doesn't it? You see, at first, I was gonna come to the Drakkov cartel and hire a few of you to help me take down the Dragon's Head Mafia for their betrayal against me, but now, it seems I have to reconsider. Not only have you insulted my name, you even wanted me to kneel and beg you.. so I'm going to get my compensation. Your lives will be enough to wave this matter aside." Damon said. His words brought tons of expressions to Zane and Julio's faces, but Julio refused to believe it.
"Don't try to bluff your way out of this, idiota. You're going to be crippled here and now." Julio said. But Zane was silent. He could see the fearlessness and confidence in Damon's eyes, those weren't something that can be conjured up instantly, he could tell Damon wasn't bluffing. But if what Damon said is true, then does that mean the Dragon's Head Mafia lord wasn't dead? How can it be!? Did he come back from the dead or what?
"Well, I'm low on funds, and honestly, I thought there will be more of you to solve my financial problem at the moment, but this will do." Damon said, and his killing intent exploded, stunning the goons in front of him.
SPLASH! THUD!
No one saw it happen, but the next second, Damon was in front of the goons, and someone's head was sliced off. Blood sprayed and dyed the white tiles red as the head fell to the floor with a thud. They didn't even see him take out his weapon. An eerie silence filled the Mall.
«Level 3 soul consumed
+300 XP
+$3,000
Level 3 (800/4,000)»
"Now, the party has started. Let's dance."
With a sudden burst of speed, the goons charged, their crowbars and batons swinging wildly. Damon dodged and weaved, his movements fluid and precise. He landed a series of swift kicks, each one connecting with a thud, sending his attackers crashing to the ground.
But the goons were relentless, and they kept coming, their attacks becoming more ferocious and desperate. Damon fought on, his suit becoming increasingly torn and bloodstained. He landed a devastating punch to one goon's jaw, sending him flying into a nearby dumpster. Another goon swung his crowbar in a wide arc, but Damon ducked beneath it, countering with a vicious uppercut that sent the goon's teeth flying.
The fight raged on, Damon's movements becoming more fluid and deadly. He disarmed one goon, using the crowbar to knock him to the ground. Another goon tried to sneak up behind him, but Damon spun around, delivering a crushing kick that sent the goon crashing into a brick wall.
As the fight continued, Damon's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, his movements becoming more precise and calculated. He fought with a ferocity that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
One by one, the goons fell, their bodies battered and bruised. Damon stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes gleaming with a fierce triumph. Zane and Julio stood still, staring at him in awe and fear, Julio's eyes were actually filled more with fear than awe.
"You...you're not human," Zane stammered.
Damon smiled, a cold, deadly smile. "I'm not," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I'm the devil incarnate."
With a swift kick, Damon sent Julio crashing to the ground, ending the fight. He stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. He had just dealt with them all without his knife, this was less bloody, and will save the Mall the time to clean up the floors.
"You're the one they call Boss Zane, right? I will spare your life, but in return, you'll work for me for as long as you live. I now own you, not the Drakkov cartel.. from now on, you belong to me."