The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

"Although I'm not afraid even if I don't use rocks, I still want to play around with you too!"

Fane said lightly as if he did not give a sh*t about the other man.

"Not bad. Hah!"

Ruben laughed and opened fire at Fane's thigh.

Swoosh!

In a blink of an eye, Fane flung his arm forward. The two pebbles shot forward.

One of the rocks happened to hit the bullet, deflecting i t. The other rock whacked straight into one of

Ruben's fingers.

"Ah!" Ruben shrieked.

The finger that had been hit immediately snapped, as though he had been hit by a bullet. Half of the

finger fell onto the ground.

The sudden flare of pain made Ruben cry out in agony. The gun slipped from his grip and fell onto the

ground as well.

"Boss!"

"Young Master!"

The remaining men stared at the situation, goggle-

eyed, wondering if this was real.

"F*ck! Kill him!”

Ruben looked at the gun on the ground, then turned toward one of his men by his side. "Pick up that

gun and kill that punk!" he snarled.

The man immediately bent over to pick the gun up. His body was still filled with shock. He did not know

i f it was a coincidence that the punk's rock hit the bullet. As for Ruben’s finger, they did not see what

had happened clearly. They suspected that the bullet had ricocheted and so happened to find its mark

in Ruben's finger.

Swoosh!

While Ruben was yelling, Fane was already rushing toward his direction. He quickly reached the man

at the speed of a cheetah.

The man's hand did not even reach the gun when Fane kicked him away. Fane then bent down and

quickly snatched the gun, standing up and leveling the barrel at Ruben's head.

"Gah!”

At the moment, Ruben was in so much pain that cold sweat perspired down his forehead. Blood Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

streamed down his hand.

However, he had no thoughts for the wound on his hand. He had been the one aiming the gun but in a

few seconds, that same gun was being aimed at his head instead. This abrupt turn of tables made his

brain numb.

"Bo-boss, how-how could this happen?"

The remaining men were terrified, at a loss of what to do.

Two of the men were so scared that they wanted to take off, but they were afraid that even if Fane did

not kill them when they ran away, the Dragon Gods would not let them go either.

The Dragon Gods were a powerful force. They were an underground society, but their strength

deterred even the aristocrats from provoking them. 1

"You'll regret your decision if you kill me, punk! I'm telling you, I'm the son of Master Harvey, the

grandmaster of the Dragon Gods!"

At this moment, although Ruben was terrified, he still showed some backbone, unwilling to give up.

"The Dragons Gods?"

Fane’s forehead creased, thinking of a past incident. That Brother Scar and Ned and their men, who

numbered about two hundred in total-did he not kill them all already?

He never thought that the boss of the Motorbike Robbers would be the son of the grandmaster, Master

Harvey. What a coincidence.

Ruben's chest loosened in relief when he saw that Fane did not speak. It looked like Fane was afraid

now.

After all, no one heard of the name of the Dragon Gods and claimed to be unafraid.

"What’s wrong? Afraid? Heh. Since you're afraid, just give the gun to me, you punk!”

Ruben smiled, then spoke.

"You think I'm dumb?" Fane said coldly.