The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

"Listen to me, punk. It's no use even if you get on your knees and beg for your life now!"

The grunt was extremely arrogant. They had plenty of men. He did not believe that they could not take

care o f one man.

Slap!

In a split second, he seemed to have apparated before the grunt. Then with a flick of his hand, he sent

a slap flying toward the side of the grunt's face.

II

The grunt took a sharp intake of breath. That was way too fast. He did not even have time to react and,

he had gotten a slap.

He closed his fingers into fists, getting ready to punch Fane. The other men surged forward.

Yet Fane just grabbed his arm in a flash, and with a mighty swing, the grunt was sent spiraling into the

men that surged forward.

Then Fane released his grip, and the grunt flew, crashing heavily into a nearby tree. Blood spurted from

his mouth as he landed on the ground with a resounding crash.

"Bunch of weaklings. I take good care of you every day, and you're still this useless!"

Ruben understood that Fane was not an easy one to beat when he saw that. "All of you, get him,” he

said carelessly. "Get him together. It's obvious that they weren't enough!"

Here, everyone besides Xena and Ruben rushed toward Fane.

The men from before picked themselves up from the ground and charged toward Fane as well.

"It looks like I’ll really have to kill some of you!"

Fane loosened a breath. The grunt who had been flung onto the tree was now lying on the ground,

vomiting blood, unable to get up.

He had thought that this would be enough to scare this bunch and force the boss to give him the

money.

It was evident that he was too naive. This bunch would not give up so easily.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Fane broke the necks of seven or eight men in rapid succession. The remaining men stopped in their All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

tracks when they saw the bodies on the ground.

"Bo-boss, looks like they’re dead!”

One of the men ran over and placed his fingers under his comrade’s nose before sputtering those

words.

They were not the same. They were not actually part o f the Dragon Gods; they just liked drag racing.

Besides, they did not really fear anything under Ruben's leadership. After the many times that they had

successfully snatched things, they grew bolder, i

This bunch of people were dubbed the Motorbike Robbers. Anyone who knew what they were, did not

dare to provoke and offend them.

They never expected that this military veteran would suddenly turn up-and he would be such a skilled

fighter. He was bold too, killing several of their men in a flash.

Normally, they would take knives to hack some limbs off, but they never killed anyone before. 1

Naturally, they were frightened when they saw this.

Several men were so terrified that their legs trembled.

"F*cker! Do you really take me as a pushover?”

Ruben ran toward the back of his bike and whipped a gun out, aiming it at Fane. "I never expected you

to be this good, punk,” he said. "Looks like those useless underlings of mine are of no match for you.”

He paused for a while before resuming nonchalantly," But I have a game in mind. Do you think that

you're faster, or will my bullet be faster?"

"You’re amazing, Boss!"

One of the grunts' eyes danced with maniacal delight when he saw that. "That mother*cker dared to

beat m e, and he killed so many of our men. We'll teach him the meaning of 'no mercy' today!"

"Hah. Don't worry. I won't finish him in one shot. I’ll shoot his leg first, then both. I'll let him feel the pain

for a bit, then we'll decide what to do after." 1

Ruben grinned.

However, he was quickly stunned in his spot. It was because Fane actually bent down and picked up

two stones. The other man stared at him, smiling.

"Do you really think that picking up two tiny rocks will do you any good, punk?"

Ruben flashed a cold smile. "This is the first time I've seen something like this. I've already got my gun

aimed at you, and you pick two pebbles up. What use i s that?"

"Of course they're useful!"