Records of the Weakest Emperor

Chapter 124: Gone in an Instant

The scream startled everyone within the small hut.

The gang members snapped their heads towards the intruder and discovered that the man who screamed at them was a young man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties.

He had a murderous and fierce look on his face, but his dangling right arm and the eyepatch on his right eye indicated his condition.

Needless to say, the young man was nothing but a cripple.

The Yellow River Gang had always been a tyrant within the Northern Borough. The waters in the City of Ashmelion was murky and deep, it was full of dangers due to the existence of the four supreme gangs reigning in autonomy within their own respective boroughs.

Apart from the Hilton Borough and the Center Borough...

These gangs were invincible in their own territory.

But at this moment, a mere cripple was actually challenging their authority?

A cripple had sentenced them to death?

Just what kind of humiliation was this?

The gang members instantly shot up to their feet and glared at Calvin's direction.

The landlord, Viktor stopped whatever he was doing and stared at Calvin. But when his eyes met Calvin's, he subconsciously shuddered. Calvin's eyes were just too terrifying. It was as if he was looking at a thousand-year-old ancient beast than a crippled young man.

"You..."

Viktor stumbled backward and hid in a dark corner, afraid of Calvin's retaliation for what he had done.

"Young man, you might not know who we are. Let me introduce ourselves, we come from the Yellow River Gang. Are you sure you're not going to take back your words just now?" One of the gang members sized up Calvin from top to bottom and he couldn't help but let out a smirk.

"Yellow River Gang?" Calvin stared right at the gang members and discovered the tattoo inscribed on their bodies. The depiction of the tattoo was domineering, yet free-flowing. This was how every member of the Yellow River Gang enacted their activities. Dominant and unfettered.

They were a scary bunch, but Calvin could care less.

"Yes, that's right... The Yellow River Gang dominates the Northern Borough. You are unrelated here, so don't really want to hurt you. But of course, be warned that reporting us to the police will do nothing. You will just hurt yourself." The gang member who spoke earlier replied in a smug tone of voice.

Evidently, he was proud to be a member of the gang.

"I see..." Calvin casually said, "Even if I am unrelated to what is happening, I would still intervene. Yellow River Gang? Why don't you call yourselves Piss River Gang and piss off from here?"

Calvin's eyes glared murderously at the gang members. The moment he saw them about to kill the mother and daughter pair, Calvin already sentenced them to death in his heart.

"What the fuck did you just say?" One of the gang members approached Calvin with a death glare.

"Calvin... Run... Please... Leave us..." Charlotte weakly said as she struggled her way to Calvin.

"Daddy... Run... They are bad guys... They are going to kill you!"

Cecilia crawled towards Calvin in an effort to send him away from this place.

Calvin made a sidelong glance at Cecilia and smiled. He took a step forward, much to the gang members surprise, he casually walked towards Cecilia's direction and when he was about to crouch and carry Cecilia in his arms. A gang member suddenly threw a punch directly at his spine.

But to everyone's astonishment, Calvin stepped to the side and caught the gang member's arm in mid-air. Then, he lifted his elbow and directly dislocated the gang member's arm from his shoulder with a single strike.

"AAAHHH!" A miserable shriek rang out within the small hut.

"Oh goddess!" Viktor let out a gasp seeing the mutilated arm of the gang member.

"You..." The other members of the Yellow River Gang stared right at Calvin in astonishment.

"Wait..."

Calvin spat a single word as his reply before he proceeded to take Cecilia off the ground and hold her into his arms.

His right arm was still crippled and mangled so he could only hold Cecilia with his remaining left arm. What he had done was basically handicapping himself against his enemies, but Calvin didn't seem to mind.

"C-Calvin..." Charlotte was at a loss for words. But when it finally hit her that Calvin had the power to punish these bastards, tears streamed down her cheeks, "I'm sorry... It was my fault... I shouldn't have doted on Cecilia and bought her ice cream and chicken every day..."

Calvin smiled at her, "It wasn't your fault at all..."

"I was the one in the wrong. Instead of staying here, I should've found us a suitable apartment in a safer community as fast as possible. After this, how about we go to the Center Borough and find us a house there?"

"That place should be the safest aside from the ridiculously expensive Hilton Borough."

"I..." Charlotte didn't know what to say. She owed him too much. He had saved their lives a few days ago, elevated their lifestyle out of his very own pocket without asking for anything in exchange and now he was trying to help them escape the dangers of the Northern Borough?

Just what kind of a man he was?

Charlotte started crying once more.

She really didn't know what to say.

She was at a loss on how she should respond, and she was also at a loss on how she should repay him in the future.

How could Calvin not see her struggles at this moment? A smile appeared on his lips as he said, "If you want to repay me, then be a good mother to Cecilia. That is all that I want you to do." Calvin glanced at Cecilia and found that the young lass fell asleep on his shoulder.

He chuckled before helping Charlotte off the ground, "Stay back. I'll deal with these bastards for a bit." He said before finally turning his attention towards the gang members who tended to their wounded brother.

"Young man... No grievances exist between us, why must you go so far?" One of the gang members spoke up.

To be honest, seeing Calvin's interaction with Charlotte and Cecilia. He was starting to doubt if Charlotte really did sell his body to a random noble or if she snagged this formidable young man.

But no matter what the truth was, it was still a fact that Calvin injured a member of the Yellow River Gang. Gangs practiced brotherhood and if someone dared to injure one of their brothers, they would retaliate against that person with the force of the entire gang.

This was why none of the civilians and even the police dared to attack even the smallest fry in any of the gangs that governed each of the boroughs in Ashmelion.

Hurting one of them was basically poking a wasp's nest.

Your troubles would become endless and you would eventually be forced to escape the city.

"No grievances exist between us? You've hurt my daughter and wife and you tried to kill both of them under my watch. Isn't that enough reason for me to go so far?" Calvin coldly replied.

"Your daughter and wife? You're that bitch's husband?! That's impossible! She told me that her husband is dead!"

Viktor heard everything that Calvin had said and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Her husband is dead...?"

Calvin made a sidelong glance at Viktor, "I'm still alive and kicking, dumbass!"

He took a step forward and leaped into the air. A falling kick descended at the center of Viktor's chest, directly cracking his ribs as his eyes rolled into his skull before he collapsed onto the ground. This took time to describe, but everything happened in a blink of an eye.

The moment the gang members realized what just happened, Viktor was already on the ground, foaming on the mouth.

The gang members stared at each other with complicated emotions on their faces. After a while, one of them stepped up and said, "To be honest, we only came here for the money. We had no plans on killing anyone."

"No plans on killing anyone? I seemed to have caught a whiff of killing intent when you bastards are about to plunge those knives into the neck of my daughter and wife?! Enough talk, tell me your last words, and who to tell them to, then I will send you off to hell." Calvin coldly spat.

"Boss... Why are we trying to calm this guy down? Since he wants to fight, then we'll show him a fight! He already injured one of our brothers, there's basically no way for us to let him go..." One of the gang members was annoyed as to why their senior brother was trying to placate Calvin's anger.

But little did they knew that their senior brother himself also had no idea as to why he was trying to calm Calvin down.

Was it because of the murderous aura that Calvin radiated when he broke down the door?

He had no idea, but his instincts were telling him to run away from Calvin as fast as he could.

Just the look in Calvin's eyes alone suggested that he had killed not dozens, not hundreds, or possibly not even thousands of men...

Calvin might've even committed genocide in the past.

"You don't understand... The look in his eyes... I only saw that look in the eyes of Captain... No one else... This young man... He's dangerous!" The so-called senior brother gang member who kept on talking to Calvin earlier warned the others.

But they were dissatisfied.

"You're just being a coward, Talion. If you are not willing to handle him, then I will do it in your stead." A gang member with a bigger stature than anyone in here stepped forward and glared at Calvin, "Brat, you want to send us off to hell?"

"It seems like the Piss River Gang also has stupid people in their ranks."

Calvin shook his head and took a fighting stance.

The fighting stance that he took was incredibly strange in the eyes of everyone, but for some reason it felt natural for Calvin. It was as if he had used this fighting stance in battles for decades and the habit was now ingrained, not only in his mind but also in his body.

Calvin raised a single leg up in the air, and that was it.

This was his entire fighting stance and it was full of openings.

"What a showy stance!" The bulky gang member spat.

Indeed, Calvin's fighting stance seemed that it was for a show more than it was for fighting.

Even Calvin doubted what he was doing at this moment.

But sensing that familiarity, he started to believe in himself and proceeded to not change his stance.

For some reason, he had this subconscious thought that this stance was the most appropriate fighting stance that he should use against these bastards if he wanted to defeat them in an instant.

"Can you handle him, Jeff?" Talion asked, feeling unnerved.

"I can handle him just fine, just look at his stance. Do you think that a stance like that can fend off my attacks? You know what kind of martial art I'm practicing, right?" Jeff didn't even look at Talion as he replied.

Talion nodded his head and stepped backward with the others.

They didn't want to get caught in the middle of their battle in this small hut.

Speaking of this small hut, Jeff had the advantage of fighting in an enclosed place like this. It was because his martial art was mainly composed of grappling techniques. So long as he could grasp any body part of his enemy, it was easy for him to subdue them.

It shouldn't be a problem for Jeff to defeat this arrogant young man.

Yet, why was he still feeling so nervous and unnerved?

Was there something special about this young man that Talion couldn't fully grasp?

Talion stared right at Calvin and no matter how he looked at it...

Calvin's fighting stance was full of holes.

His stance was full of openings that Jeff could easily exploit for his victory.

"Whatever, what happens next will happen..."

"I don't think that this brat can even silence all of us here. He won't be able to do it. Or more accurately, he won't dare." Talion let out a sigh and decided to place the matter into the deep recesses of his mind. Even if Jeff lost, he reckoned that Calvin wouldn't dare to kill him.

After all, he was a member of the Yellow River Gang.

He regarded Calvin's conceited attitude earlier as the product of his anger.

But little did he knew that Calvin really didn't care about gangs in the City of Ashmelion.

Apart from the Cavaliers or the other two Judiciaries branch here in Ashmelion, none of them could enter his eyes. But Calvin, who had lost his memories had no idea at all as to why he felt that it was beneath him to pay these gangs any attention.

But nonetheless, since he had declared them dead, none of them would leave this place alive.

Calvin had always regarded his words as far valuable than gold.

"Young man, seeing that you're handicapped..."

"I'll give you some advantage. I'll let you hit me three times. I won't defend myself nor dodge. Put that child down, and we can start." Jeff was obviously arrogant. Being dominant with the Yellow River Gang for so long, it would be strange if he had a meek and compromising attitude.

Calvin coldly smiled, "It doesn't matter, I'll end your life in a single strike anyway."

"Bold..." Jeff shook his head and lamented that such a young man could be this arrogant, "Let's stop the pointless talk and get over with it." He said before standing tall in front of Calvin.

His gigantic stature was incredibly intimidating to look at. Charlotte who stood behind Calvin felt nervous and she stretched her hand out to hold Calvin's sleeves.

"Don't go... He will kill you!" Charlotte said.

Calvin turned to look at her and smiled, "Trust me. He is the one that will die."

He then turned to look at Jeff, "Are you sure that you want to give me the first three moves?"

"Yeah, why not? Feel free to do whatever you want three times. I won't attack you nor defend, and dodge. What? Do you want me to give you more handicap? How about this? If you manage to move me from where I am standing right now, then we will consider it your win." Jeff smiled and revealed his pearly-whites.

"Nope..." Calvin coldly spat. Then, he vanished and reappeared in front of Jeff.

"You..." Jeff's pupils constricted in shock. He subconsciously extended his arm in front of him to block, but before he could even do anything against the upcoming attack. It already landed, straight onto where his liver was on the right side of his torso.

"Guah!" Jeff spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Calvin's kick dug deep into his liver and obliterated it along with the major arteries of his body.

He died in an instant.