Chapter 100: Night Meeting (Part 2)

“Apart from Jack, kill everyone else!”

‘Wild Fox’ Meeter looked at the subordinate and supporters who had betrayed him, waved his hand, and spoke like this.

For anyone, betrayal was undoubtedly the most unforgivable thing. Even if he himself harbored thoughts of betrayal, if someone betrayed him first, he would fly into a rage.

Undoubtedly, ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter was just such a person.

He needed to use blood and fear to re-establish his own authority, and with an unprecedented example, make everyone in the entire Janel Territory recognize his absolute—

Clearly, Jack was to be that example!

In Meeter’s mind, several contingency plans were already prepared to properly ‘entertain’ Jack, this guy who was ‘bluffing’.

“Spare us!”

“Please, spare us!”

…

Pleading voices, and even crying and shouting, appeared just like that.

Those guys who considered themselves tough guys were clearly not as tough as they imagined. Facing the moment of life and death, they almost gave up the ‘dignity’ they always talked about without any hesitation.

As for ‘honor’?

People walking in the shadows would not possess such things.

And now, they had discarded the only thing worth remembering.

To let themselves live.

In fact, such a struggle for survival was understandable for the vast majority of people; however, for them, it was extremely foolish.

Because they forgot what exactly they had done.

And… who they were begging!

Or, simply put, for the sake of their greed, they forgot ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter’s ruthlessness, but at this moment, they hoped ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter would show mercy.

Clearly, this was a wild hope.

Puff!

Puff!

The sound of metal blades cutting into flesh and blood was always that clear.

“Ahhh!”

The traitors, whose pleas were hopeless, began to resist in despair.

Of course, such resistance was so futile that it could only accelerate their deaths—after all, they had daggers and dirks held against their necks, or pressed against the back of their heads.

In such a situation, even an ordinary Knight would be helpless.

The screams before death continued, until finally, they became few and far between—among Meeter’s subordinates, there was absolutely no lack of cruel and abusive people; they absolutely did not want their prey to die like this.

Regarding this, Meeter showed his tolerance.

In fact, he wished for such situations to occur more often, because only in this way could he establish sufficient prestige, built upon fear.

However, one thing made Meeter frown—that guy he thought was bluffing actually hadn’t been scared out of his wits.

And the next moment, Meeter’s brow relaxed. He prepared to walk into the room with light steps.

After all, he had won, another ‘great victory’!

As for the remaining Jack?

With the opponent’s strength, he was nothing to fear.

Moreover, if he hadn’t kept the other party alive, the other party would have died long ago.

Just a captive to be toyed with!

This was Meeter’s evaluation of Jack.

Of course, there were also spoils of war!

At the thought of spoils, Meeter instinctively became excited—the greed of ‘Wild Fox’ was well-known in the Janel Territory; however, quickly, this excitement was replaced by anger again.

Because he thought of the ‘gift’ he had sent to that Big Shot!

Clearly, the ‘gifts’ he sent had also been swallowed by this guy in front of him!

“I will definitely make you…”

Meeter said this, wanting to rush over and punch Jack—he planned to collect some ‘interest’ first.

However, before he could throw his punch, the sound of a blade cutting through the air appeared behind him—the sound was very close, definitely at an extremely close distance.

And being approached to such a degree without him noticing…

Suddenly, Meeter felt a chill in his heart.

However, the combat experience formed over a long time made him lunge forward without any hesitation.

Meeter, possessing Knight-rank strength, was most skilled in speed. Although he had not undergone the Knight’s Baptism due to his status, he was still not to be underestimated.

That forward lunge was not only extremely fast but also possessed considerable skill—there was no slight tilting or moving forward, but falling straight down, as if doing a push-up.

At the same time, Meeter’s legs, carrying a fierce leg wind, kicked towards the attacker behind him.

Bang!

Amidst the dull sound, feeling the sensation in his leg, Meeter subconsciously felt happy, because, based on that sensation, he could confirm he had kicked the opponent’s blocking palm.

“Idiot, how can the strength of a palm compare to a leg… How is that possible!!”

Meeter’s mocking voice had not yet fallen when he felt a huge force coming from the opponent’s palm, and his leg felt a piercing pain—

[Judging Strength…]

[Obtained Indomitable Lv1 bonus…]

[Strength judgment passed]

[Strength exceeded opponent by 50%, inflicting secondary crushing damage…]

On Dean’s character panel, information flashed repeatedly, but Dean, who had expected this, did not even glance at it. The dagger in his hand stabbed directly towards the target closest to him—Meeter’s leg, which he held tightly.

Puff!

Without the slightest obstruction, the dagger pierced through Meeter’s leg.

Moreover, Dean very skillfully avoided the bone that was difficult to cut, only penetrating the opponent’s muscle and ligament.

Then, Dean stepped back slightly, dodging Meeter’s frantic counterattack—a rapier, like a venomous snake, stabbed towards Dean’s throat.

The speed was fast, and the angle was accurate.

However, compared to Dean, it was a bit lacking—

[Judging Agility…]

[Obtained Indomitable Lv1 bonus…]

[Agility judgment passed]

[Agility exceeded opponent by 30%, resulting in a dodge…]

And this difference doomed Meeter’s failure.

In fact, Dean had arrived here almost at the same time as Meeter—Dean, who was searching for the secret signs Jack left in Janel Town, very coincidentally ran into Meeter.

After that, Dean, trailing behind the other party, came here almost without expending any effort.

However, Dean did not make a move immediately.

He needed to check the progress of his chess piece.

Undoubtedly, compared to the ideal level, it was more than a notch below.

But, it barely reached the passing standard.

As for the subordinates of this chess piece of his?

Dean gave a cold smile.

Dean knew the thoughts of these people clearly, and he could even guess what would happen later—as the earliest people to defect to Jack, they possessed some influence. Once Jack succeeded, they should gain more influence; and the distribution of this influence would undoubtedly come from Jack, that is, his ‘spoils of war’.

A behavior akin to gambling.

Of course, Dean did not oppose such a desperate gamble. If someone among these people could persist to the end, he would not mind saving them.

However, the subsequent scene made Dean give up on making a move.

Clearly, these fence-sitters who begged when facing the powerful were not what he needed.

After all, if they could beg for their lives now, they could also do so later—Dean knew deeply what kind of powerful enemies he would face.

When facing such powerful enemies, a ‘traitor’ appearing behind him was absolutely no joking matter.

Therefore, Dean watched from the sidelines and placed his attention entirely on ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter—

Undoubtedly, this gang leader in the Janel Territory was the only person present who could threaten him.

The opponent possessed Knight-rank strength, and his combat experience was exceptionally rich.

Regarding ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter’s deeds, because of his hatred for the Bola Family, Dean had understood them in detail, and precisely because of this understanding, Dean was able to effectively formulate a series of plans.

First, the opponent’s speed was truly Knight-rank.

Secondly, the opponent had not undergone the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ due to his status.

Finally, and most importantly: the opponent’s combat style was not tough; it was more about skirmishing, but at critical moments, he would not retreat.

After understanding the key points above, Dean chose a moment when the opponent was most relaxed to strike.

Just like in thief training: catch them off guard, and strike with one hit.

‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, having suffered a heavy injury to his leg, had his strength reduced by at least half, and the threat to Dean was greatly lowered.

As for why not force a way in and fight head-on?

Dean did not mind this combat style, but the premise was that he needed a fair environment—

“Attack, kill him!”

Meeter shouted loudly.

Suddenly, more than twenty gang members surrounded him.

And this was the reason Dean did not choose to force his way in and fight head-on.

Being surrounded by a group of gang members with varying strength, even mixed with some close to Knight-rank, and with a Knight-rank ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter watching like a tiger from the outside.

Even if Dean’s current strength exceeded that of an ordinary Knight-rank, he was unwilling to try.

After all, Dean knew deeply that quantity could affect quality.

However, at this moment, lacking ‘Wild Fox’ Meeter, Dean could fight with peace of mind—

Clang!

A longsword appeared in Dean’s hand.

[Military Swordsmanship (Emerald)] activated!

[Military Swordsmanship (Goth)] activated!

Suddenly, Dean, blessed with strength and agility, rushed towards these surrounding gang members like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

Flesh and severed limbs flew everywhere, and the wails of passing lives were endless.