******The thug’s throat couldn’t help but tighten at the realization of the order he had just gotten.Before he even realized it, he turned his head, almost against his will, toward Glenn. And the instant his eyes landed on Glenn's calm, lazy posture… his hands in his pockets, his shoulders loose, and his expression bored, an icy chill raced down the thug’s spine, his knees nearly buckled, and he almost stepped back.But before he could…“Are you deaf?!”The gang leader’s voice slammed into his ear like a hammer, cold enough to freeze marrow, and vicious enough to make him jolt violently.He snapped his head toward his boss, and the person he saw… he appeared utterly deranged with madness.He didn't look angry, no...He appeared possessed, the kind of rage that promised real consequences for hesitation erupting from him.And that brought the thug back to reality.He whipped his gaze to Glenn again, and just like that… the crushing aura was gone, completely gone as though it

******The tension choking the street at this moment had thickened to the extent that it felt as though even the air itself had turned to iron.Nobody… not the thugs, not the onlookers, and not especially Red could draw a proper breath again.If anything, a heavy, eerie silence swallowed everything as they stood frozen, staring at the gang leader as if he had transformed into some feral beast before their eyes.His command still echoed through their head, sharp, venomous, and impossible to shake. “Bring him to me… whether dead or alive.”The words were so cold and so brutally dismissive of Glenn’s life, that even the hardest thugs felt the chill.There was no bluff in the gang leader’s tone and no hesitation; just raw, poisonous intent, showing that he meant every word he had just spoken, and that he wanted Glenn dead with a personal hunger none of them had ever seen in him before.What made it even more disturbing was the fact that the threat wasn’t directed at Red… the one wh

******“What a poor guy,” a woman murmured, her hands trembling.“He only wanted to help his woman. He doesn’t deserve this fate!”“He can’t fight at all; he’s harmless. But they still won’t let him go?!”“Ordering for him to be brought dead or alive… how can that be allowed in a city that claims to have law and order?!”“How is this fair?!”Another voice broke in, panicked.“So if any of us had stepped in to help Sister Red earlier, we would’ve been targeted like this, too?”“Is this what our community is becoming? A place where we have to live in fear?”“Argh! I’m hating this! These terrorists are doing too much!”“It was that Maple Leaf restaurant that brought these monsters here! They ruined everything!”Their whispers spiraled into despair and outrage.Soon, some people clutched their heads, while the others held one another, trembling.Children hid behind their parents’ legs, while adults wept openly, mourning no

******The ferocity in the gang leader’s tone alone instantly sent a power shudder through nearly everyone present, making even the air tense.Silence slammed down immediately, suffocating and heavy, and in the following second, hearts stuttered in chest after chest, all heads snapping toward him.But the moment they saw his eyes… so cold, so bloodshot, and so drenched in murderous intent, they swallowed hard.The assigned gang members trembled the hardest, beads of sweat directly streaming down their temples as they faltered under his gaze.“A… apologies, boss!” they stammered.Then, without further hesitation, like terrified dogs obeying a rabid master, the four thugs leapt into the battlefield.And upon seeing this, the onlookers’ worry spiked instantly into panic.Their faces blanched, and several clutched their mouths, dread gripping them like icy chains as the chaos poised to explode again.Instinctively, every one of them turned toward the battlefield, dread tightening

******About a minute ago.While Red clashed savagely against the four thugs like a violent storm, pulling every eye and every shred of attention toward her struggle, the fifth thug had sauntered arrogantly toward Glenn with the kind of swagger only someone catastrophically overconfident could produce.None of the surrounding chaos had mattered to him... Red’s roars, the pounding footsteps, the swirling dust, or even the fear gripping everyone watching.Not a single part of it had triggered the slightest caution in his mind.Instead, he had approached Glenn the way a spoiled prince might stroll toward a servant he planned to slap for breathing wrong.To him, Glenn hadn’t been the slightest tinge of threat. In fact, Glenn hadn’t even been a person, he had been an object… something to shove around until he felt entertained and bootlicked the boss.So, upon reaching Glenn, the thug hadn’t bothered to hide the disdain crawling across his face. If anything, his lips had curled into