Chapter 50: Bloody Daddy.

The night fell, and the people began to leave. It was half past two in the morning and the streets were sparsely populated. The young man took out his bat, hid it in his black hoodie, and then holding the nail gun, he got out of the car.

Slowly he walked to the entrance of the pub, and a couple of young men blocked his path right outside. One of them raised his hand and said, "Yo, where do you think you are going? The pub is closed."

They were drunk, and did not notice the nail gun Leo held behind his back. The young man asked, "I need some help from the brothers in seventh street. I am willing to pay. Can you help me?"

The two young man looked at each other and the other guy asked, "Did you bring money?"

Leo nodded then he moved his hand and fired two nails at the feet of the two people.

ARGH!!! ARGHH!!!

They screamed as the nails stabbed through their feet, however, before they could react, Leo took out a black bat and swung it at the back of their heads.

The two people were knocked out. Leo did not kill them but the force was enough to put them to sleep. Inside the virtual realm, Leo could pick up the things that he wanted to learn but he could only move on to the next one when he had finished mastering the last one.

Knowing down people was one of the things that he thought would come in handy if his enemies ever attacked him. What shocked him was the fact that there were many ways to knock out a person.

The two people fell down like logs, then Leo walked inside the pub without raising his head. There was a security camera there, he would take away the disk later but first cleaning up.

Leo entered the pub, and saw that a few people were still playing around with a couple of girls. He counted six men and two girls. He dashed towards them.


The people were immersed in pleasure, had he moved slowly, someone would have noticed him, but he was quick to cover ten meter distance, and then before they could even react. The nail gun displayed its efficiency.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

He did not target their feet this time. He aimed at their biceps, and thighs. Two of the most painful regions of the human body, because of higher muscle contents and nerves.

Then he swung the bat, bonked them all and knocked them out. The girls wanted to scream but he aimed the nail gun at them and said, "If you screamed, I will shoot you in the mouth."

The two girls were shocked, and Leo said, "Get lost, go home before I change my mind."

At this moment, one guy rushed over from the side door leading to the back, he yelled, "Hey! What the fu…Argh!!!"

Leo had turned around and shot the man with a nail, precisely in the thigh. Then he walked over and shot one more time, before knocking him out. It may seem like a simple set of actions, but Leo did not wish to kill anyone. He was here to make them understand what it meant to mess with him.

Then the young man walked through the side door, and found a middle-aged man talking to someone on call, "Fucking get here, someone is beating the people up."

Leo threw his baseball bat, and directly knocked the man out cold. Then he walked over, picked up his bat, and the phone to hear the other side saying, "Fuck, we will be over in twenty minutes."

Leo disconnected the call, and then began to gather all the people outside the pub across the street. He did not care if they were bleeding. He went back inside the pub. Fired the nails at the bar, and carelessly threw the bottles of alcohol all over the place, covering it up.

Then he found his way to the control room, first he disabled the sprinklers, then he took out the hard disks, paper, and pen. He wrote a note, and put it in his pocket before he went back, picked up a few bottles and poured their contents along his way outside.

The area of the pub was small, and the big part of it was located in the back where there were a lot of couches, probably for the gang members to rest or host parties.

Leo used a lighter that he found from the bar counter, and lit a fire. The flame followed the trail of alcohol and the entire pub was set on fire.

Without the sprinklers and the alcoholic fumes trapped inside the place all began to burn quickly. Then he walked up to the middle-aged man, stuffed the note in his shirt, and left the place.

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The gang members woke up with pain and saw that the pub was set on fire. They shivered, they woke up the middle-aged man and then left the area before the cops could come. They were all groaning in pain as they moved.

After half an hour, a gang doctor was treating them in a different hideout when a young man dressed in a graphic t-shirt walked in. There were about thirty people inside the place, and they all fell silent.

The middle-aged man took out the note and bent his back as he said, "Boss, he left this."

The young man took the note and it said, "You are not the only player, I could have killed your men with ease by leaving them inside the fire. However, I always give the enemy a chance. The same courtesy has been extended to you, and I hope you cherish it, because next time, I will take off your heads for real."

The young man sighed and asked, "Did any of you get a good look on his face?"

The people shook their heads and the young man nodded before he asked, "Did you get in a scuffle? Land a blow on him?"

The people shook their heads and the young man said, "So, he came in, beat you up, burned the pub, and then left clean."

The people nodded and the young man rubbed his temples and asked, "What was the last job that you all took?"

The middle-aged man said, "Demolition of the Butterfly Technologies."

The young man nodded and said, "I see, investigate them. I want to know who in the city has the guts to rain on me like this."

The people nodded and the young man left before he crumpled the note and threw it in the bin.

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