Chapter 160.1: Welcome to the Kingdom: Takeover
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Chapter 160.1: Welcome to the Kingdom: Takeover
PART 1/2
Carison stood on the sidewalk of a crowded, dirty street. He was right next to the crime scene he’d created, beating that drug dealer to near-death, and at this point, that man had woken up and run off, while Carison stood right where he was, waiting.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
It only took a couple hours for them to come. A gang of around eight people, all heavyweights, obviously Classers, and obviously walking with purpose. And obviously walking directly toward Carison.
The people in the street parted the moment they noticed the gang of people, forming a clear path between them and their destination. Onlookers stared.
“Carison Aakbi?” the one in the front said with a disgusted look.
“That would be me.”
“We heard you’re beatin’ up on our men.”
“Mhm.”
“We don’t appreciate that.”
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“So what? You got some conflictin’ territory? You trying to take over?”
“No, not particularly.”
“Well you better get explainin’. Cause if you don’t, you’re in for a few hells of a beating.”
“Well, first off, I seriously doubt that. And second off, I don’t want to explain anything to you.”
The man laughed, looking back at his posse, who chuckled along with him. “What are you? Some kinda tough guy? Think you’re all strong cause you got a couple Levels? Lemme tell you somethin’. You’re gonna need a whole lot more than what you showed our dealer friend.”
“Good to know. But I will explain if you do something for me.”
The man shook his head. “I don’t think you know what kind of position you’re in. We don’t do things for you.”
“Take me to your leader.”
There was a moment of silence, before the man barked out a laugh. Then another. Then he broke out into a full-face smile. “Hey, fellas! He wants us to take him to Boss! What, you think we should do it? Just to be nice?”
The rest of the crowd laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,” one of them said, “I think we’ll be doing this guy quite a service!”
He sprinted off.
Carison turned to the door of the house. There were people inside peeking at him through the windows. The building was one of the few that were left intact after the attack on Carth, though Carison wasn’t sure if that was because it was spared during the initial assault, or because it was rebuilt afterward.
He walked up to the door. But before he could even raise his hand to knock, it swung open before him. A bald-headed man stood inside, glaring at him. “Where in the hells are our men?”
“Well, seven of them are dead.”
The man stared at him.
“Unfortunate how that happens, really. Though I’d wish you people wouldn’t keep acting so surprised when drug dealers go missing. It’s pretty common in your line of work, no? Risk of doing business and all that. Anyway, if you wouldn’t mind letting me inside.”
“How did they die?”
“I killed them. Obviously. You know, this would go by with much less wasted time—and fewer wasted lives—if you just let me talk to the people I want to talk to. I hope you’ve learned that lesson by now. But if you really want me to redemonstrate that lesson, I am completely comfortable using you as an example.”
“...”
“Here’s five silver,” Carison said with a sigh, placing a pile of coins in the man’s hand. “Buy something for your family. It’s much better than them getting a couple gang members on their doorstep, explaining why daddy isn’t coming home.”
“I’m not supposed to let anyone in. Family rule.”
“Family rule? Why would you care about some ‘family’ when your life's on the line? I’m standing here, paying you to spare your own life. This is the best deal you’ll get. Don’t make me prove to you that I mean what I say.”
“...Alright, man, I get it,” the guy muttered. “Just...don’t cause trouble.”
“Sure.”
Carison walked inside, past the guard at the door, and through a living room with some beaten-up couches thrown haphazardly around a coffee table. Through a kitchen that was covered in grime and dirt and most likely insects and rodents, if one looked hard enough. Down a hallway and past a bathroom that had a horrible stench coming out of it. And through a door that led him into a bedroom-turned office—the mattress still pushed up into a corner, only partially out of the way.
A man in that ‘office’ was sitting on a couch, smoking a cigar. He was overweight and visibly greasy, and didn’t seem to notice Carison yet.
“I presume you are Boss?” Carison said.
The man looked over. “Who’re you?”
“I would like to make a deal. Mutually beneficial exchange between businesses.”
“I didn’t ask what you want. I asked who you are.”
“I am the man who has murdered seven of your men. And assaulted two more.”
That got his attention. The man, ‘Boss,’ snapped his head over at Carison. “...Okay. What do you want?”
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Chapter 160.1: Welcome to the Kingdom: Takeover
PART 1/2
Carison stood on the sidewalk of a crowded, dirty street. He was right next to the crime scene he’d created, beating that drug dealer to near-death, and at this point, that man had woken up and run off, while Carison stood right where he was, waiting.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
It only took a couple hours for them to come. A gang of around eight people, all heavyweights, obviously Classers, and obviously walking with purpose. And obviously walking directly toward Carison.
The people in the street parted the moment they noticed the gang of people, forming a clear path between them and their destination. Onlookers stared.
“Carison Aakbi?” the one in the front said with a disgusted look.
“That would be me.”
“We heard you’re beatin’ up on our men.”
“Mhm.”
“We don’t appreciate that.”
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“So what? You got some conflictin’ territory? You trying to take over?”
“No, not particularly.”
“Well you better get explainin’. Cause if you don’t, you’re in for a few hells of a beating.”
“Well, first off, I seriously doubt that. And second off, I don’t want to explain anything to you.”
The man laughed, looking back at his posse, who chuckled along with him. “What are you? Some kinda tough guy? Think you’re all strong cause you got a couple Levels? Lemme tell you somethin’. You’re gonna need a whole lot more than what you showed our dealer friend.”
“Good to know. But I will explain if you do something for me.”
The man shook his head. “I don’t think you know what kind of position you’re in. We don’t do things for you.”
“Take me to your leader.”
There was a moment of silence, before the man barked out a laugh. Then another. Then he broke out into a full-face smile. “Hey, fellas! He wants us to take him to Boss! What, you think we should do it? Just to be nice?”
The rest of the crowd laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,” one of them said, “I think we’ll be doing this guy quite a service!”
He sprinted off.
Carison turned to the door of the house. There were people inside peeking at him through the windows. The building was one of the few that were left intact after the attack on Carth, though Carison wasn’t sure if that was because it was spared during the initial assault, or because it was rebuilt afterward.
He walked up to the door. But before he could even raise his hand to knock, it swung open before him. A bald-headed man stood inside, glaring at him. “Where in the hells are our men?”
“Well, seven of them are dead.”
The man stared at him.
“Unfortunate how that happens, really. Though I’d wish you people wouldn’t keep acting so surprised when drug dealers go missing. It’s pretty common in your line of work, no? Risk of doing business and all that. Anyway, if you wouldn’t mind letting me inside.”
“How did they die?”
“I killed them. Obviously. You know, this would go by with much less wasted time—and fewer wasted lives—if you just let me talk to the people I want to talk to. I hope you’ve learned that lesson by now. But if you really want me to redemonstrate that lesson, I am completely comfortable using you as an example.”
“...”
“Here’s five silver,” Carison said with a sigh, placing a pile of coins in the man’s hand. “Buy something for your family. It’s much better than them getting a couple gang members on their doorstep, explaining why daddy isn’t coming home.”
“I’m not supposed to let anyone in. Family rule.”
“Family rule? Why would you care about some ‘family’ when your life's on the line? I’m standing here, paying you to spare your own life. This is the best deal you’ll get. Don’t make me prove to you that I mean what I say.”
“...Alright, man, I get it,” the guy muttered. “Just...don’t cause trouble.”
“Sure.”
Carison walked inside, past the guard at the door, and through a living room with some beaten-up couches thrown haphazardly around a coffee table. Through a kitchen that was covered in grime and dirt and most likely insects and rodents, if one looked hard enough. Down a hallway and past a bathroom that had a horrible stench coming out of it. And through a door that led him into a bedroom-turned office—the mattress still pushed up into a corner, only partially out of the way.
A man in that ‘office’ was sitting on a couch, smoking a cigar. He was overweight and visibly greasy, and didn’t seem to notice Carison yet.
“I presume you are Boss?” Carison said.
The man looked over. “Who’re you?”
“I would like to make a deal. Mutually beneficial exchange between businesses.”
“I didn’t ask what you want. I asked who you are.”
“I am the man who has murdered seven of your men. And assaulted two more.”
That got his attention. The man, ‘Boss,’ snapped his head over at Carison. “...Okay. What do you want?”
Chapter 160.1: Welcome to the Kingdom: TakeoverPART 1/2Carison stood on the sidewalk of a crowded, dirty street. He was right next to the crime scene he'd created, beating that drug dealer to near-death, and at this point, that man had woken up and run off, while Carison stood right where he was, waiting.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.It only took a couple hours for them to come. A gang of around eight people, all heavyweights, obviously Classers, and obviously walking with purpose. And obviously walking directly toward Carison.The people in the street parted the moment they noticed the gang of people, forming a clear path between them and their destination. Onlookers stared.Carison Aakbi? the one in the front said with a disgusted look.That would be me.We heard you're beatin' up on our men.Mhm.We don't appreciate that.I'm sure you don't.So what? You got some conflictin' territory? You trying to take over?No, not particularly.Well you better get explainin'. Cause if you don't, you're in for a few hells of a beating.Well, first off, I seriously doubt that. And second off, I don't want to explain anything to you.The man laughed, looking back at his posse, who chuckled along with him. What are you? Some kinda tough guy? Think you're all strong cause you got a couple Levels? Lemme tell you somethin'. You're gonna need a whole lot more than what you showed our dealer friend.Good to know. But I will explain if you do something for me.The man shook his head. I don't think you know what kind of position you're in. We don't do things for you.Take me to your leader.There was a moment of silence, before the man barked out a laugh. Then another. Then he broke out into a full-face smile. Hey, fellas! He wants us to take him to Boss! What, you think we should do it? Just to be nice?The rest of the crowd laughed.Yeah, yeah, one of them said, I think we'll be doing this guy quite a service!He sprinted off.Carison turned to the door of the house. There were people inside peeking at him through the windows. The building was one of the few that were left intact after the attack on Carth, though Carison wasn't sure if that was because it was spared during the initial assault, or because it was rebuilt afterward.He walked up to the door. But before he could even raise his hand to knock, it swung open before him. A bald-headed man stood inside, glaring at him. Where in the hells are our men?Well, seven of them are dead.The man stared at him.Unfortunate how that happens, really. Though I'd wish you people wouldn't keep acting so surprised when drug dealers go missing. It's pretty common in your line of work, no? Risk of doing business and all that. Anyway, if you wouldn't mind letting me inside.How did they die?I killed them. Obviously. You know, this would go by with much less wasted timeand fewer wasted livesif you just let me talk to the people I want to talk to. I hope you've learned that lesson by now. But if you really want me to redemonstrate that lesson, I am completely comfortable using you as an example....Here's five silver, Carison said with a sigh, placing a pile of coins in the man's hand. Buy something for your family. It's much better than them getting a couple gang members on their doorstep, explaining why daddy isn't coming home.I'm not supposed to let anyone in. Family rule.Family rule? Why would you care about some family' when your life's on the line? I'm standing here, paying you to spare your own life. This is the best deal you'll get. Don't make me prove to you that I mean what I say....Alright, man, I get it, the guy muttered. Just...don't cause trouble.Sure.Carison walked inside, past the guard at the door, and through a living room with some beaten-up couches thrown haphazardly around a coffee table. Through a kitchen that was covered in grime and dirt and most likely insects and rodents, if one looked hard enough. Down a hallway and past a bathroom that had a horrible stench coming out of it. And through a door that led him into a bedroom-turned officethe mattress still pushed up into a corner, only partially out of the way.A man in that office' was sitting on a couch, smoking a cigar. He was overweight and visibly greasy, and didn't seem to notice Carison yet.I presume you are Boss? Carison said.The man looked over. Who're you?I would like to make a deal. Mutually beneficial exchange between businesses.I didn't ask what you want. I asked who you are.I am the man who has murdered seven of your men. And assaulted two more.That got his attention. The man, Boss,' snapped his head over at Carison. ...Okay. What do you want?
