Novels by Rik_Da

That night. Ashvale Village was as silent as a dead city. The residents locked their doors tightly, terrified of the rumor of a counterattack from the Asphalt Wolf gang. Inside his dim bedroom, Kaelan was sitting at the study desk. He took an ordinary notebook paper and a black pen. He started writing. Strangely, Kaelan's handwriting was not the typical chicken scratch of a boy his age. Every stroke of his lines had stable pressure, the curves were perfect, and very neat. The letters were printed on the paper as if carved by a royal inscription writer. Beautiful, authoritative, and intimidating. The content of the letter was short: "Security Operational Assistance for the Honorable Sirs. Please protect Ashvale Village and its surroundings from the threat of thugs. There is still a larger donation if the village is safe." He wrote several copies with identical neatness. Kaelan put the letters into brown envelopes, then filled them with thick wads of cash. A total of one hundred

Kaelan climbed in through his room window with difficulty. His body trembled violently, not because of fear, but because the remaining adrenaline suddenly disappeared, leaving an emptiness and an extraordinary sense of weakness. He closed the window and locked the latch with hands that were still stiff. Kaelan did not do anything else. He did not go to the bathroom, he did not check his money. His mind was blocked. Empty. The incident on the street earlier was too fast and too brutal to be processed by the brain of a thirteen-year-old child in an instant. He only pushed the school bag carelessly under the bed, then immediately dropped himself onto the thin mattress. His breath was heavy. His eyes stared at the dull room ceiling. Unconsciously, darkness snatched his consciousness. His physical body which reached its limit forced his nervous system to temporarily shut down. Kaelan fainted due to extreme exhaustion. *** Two hours later. A noisy sound on the house terrace forced h

The two remaining severely injured thugs tried to crawl away towards the bamboo garden. They dragged their broken legs, crying, calling their mothers. Kaelan stared at them without expression. He dashed again. ZRAP! In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of them. “Where are you going?” Kaelan kicked the chest of the first person until his body flew hitting a pine tree. His spine was crushed hitting that hard tree trunk. The last person, who saw his five friends dead in less than one minute, took a large stone with trembling hands. He tried to hit Kaelan's leg as a last resistance. TUK. The stone broke when it hit Kaelan's calf, as if hitting an iron pole. Kaelan looked down, staring at the last thug. “Weak.” Kaelan stepped on that person's chest. The pressure of his foot continued to increase, destroying the heart inside until it stopped beating. Silence. The six Asphalt Wolf thugs now lay lifeless. Their positions were messy, their bodies were severely

“Hooooh … you have a big gut, I just saw a greenhorn not trembling seeing us,” said Long Hair while spitting on the ground. “Do not talk too much! While it is quiet. Brush him off directly, take his bag!” continued the skinny-bodied thug next to him who was already impatient. One of the thugs whose body was the most stocky stepped forward. He smirked, revealing his yellow teeth, trying to mentally intimidate Kaelan. His rough muscular hand landed heavily on Kaelan's small shoulder. “Kid, listen to Uncle carefully. Rather than dying foolishly in an empty field, it is better to hand over your bag nicely. We only need the contents, not the life of a little rat like yo,” That sentence was never finished. Kaelan snorted coldly. The hot air in his spine spread to his right arm. “Remove your dirty hand from my shoulder!” hissed Kaelan. With a lightning movement, Kaelan's hand gripped the thug's wrist. Kaelan's small fingers seemed to turn into a hydraulic iron vise. CRACK!

Koh Liong took out his large calculator. His fingers danced quickly over the buttons. “Just the weight of the gold is already fantastic. Add to that its historical value and its rarity of thousands of years.” Koh Liong paused for a moment, stared at the numbers on the calculator screen, then looked into Kaelan's eyes. “Two hundred and thirty million dollars. Cash.” Koh Liong stated the number with emphasis, hoping to see a shocked reaction from the boy in front of him. For a villager, even for a city dweller, that much money could change a life. It could buy a field, and it could build a luxurious house. Koh Liong waited. He waited for Kaelan's eyes to widen, or his hands to tremble, or at least for a wide, delighted smile. However, there was none. Kaelan's face remained flat. Calm. The boy only stared at the number as if Koh Liong had just offered him five dollars in pocket change. There was no racing heartbeat, no held breath. “Two hundred and thirty million,” Kaelan repeat

“Ma, Kael is home.”“Oh, Mama's son is home,” Evelyn smiled gently, welcoming him at the doorway. “How was the last day of your exams? Did it go smoothly?”Kaelan immediately changed his expression. The cold and calculating face he had shown Brad earlier disappeared without a trace. In front of this woman, he was simply Kael, a spoiled little boy.“Of course it went smoothly, Ma. The questions were so easy, like kindergarten questions,” Kaelan joked while shaking his mother's hand. “It's a holiday tomorrow, right, Ma? Can Kael sleep all day?”Evelyn chuckled while gently stroking Kael's head. “Of course, dear. You must be tired after the exams. All right, come eat first. Mama made your favorite vegetable soup.”“Wow, awesome! Kael is really hungry, Ma.”Kaelan entered the house, but his left hand held his school bag tightly and carefully. He gave the excuse that he wanted to put his bag directly in his room so it would not be messy. Evelyn, who saw her son's behavior, simply smiled kn