Man From Another Wold

CHAPTER 13: INCIDENT AT THE CROSSROADS

Hansen walked casually along the sidewalk after parting ways with Ferdinan. The evening air was cool, and the streets were starting to light up with the glow of shop windows and passing vehicles.

Across the street, his eyes caught sight of a cozy café. He decided to cross the road, but just a few steps in, a sharp honk pierced the air.

BRAK!

A car sped by, brutally hitting his body. Hansen's form was thrown several meters before crashing onto the asphalt.

People around screamed.

"My God! He’s been hit!"

"He must be dead!"

Several people rushed forward with panic-stricken expressions. However, as they expected to see a mangled body, something shocking happened.

Hansen slowly rose from the ground, brushing the dust off his clothes as if nothing had happened.

The onlookers widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Is he... still alive?"

"Not just alive! He’s not even hurt!"

Meanwhile, the car driver—an older man with a pale face—hurriedly got out. His hands were trembling as he saw Hansen standing upright.

"I-I didn’t see you! I didn’t mean to hit you!" the man stammered, clearly terrified.

Hansen gave the man a brief glance before looking at the car, which had a dent in the front. Given the speed at which the car had come, his body should have been crushed. But thanks to his body cultivation, he didn’t feel any pain at all.

Instead of getting angry, Hansen smiled slightly. "Be careful next time. If you hit an ordinary person, they might not be as lucky as I am."

The man nodded repeatedly, still in shock.

Meanwhile, the crowd of onlookers began to murmur.

"Who is that guy? He got hit and is fine?"

"Could he be a martial artist with high skills?"

"Maybe he’s some kind of superhuman?"

Hansen ignored the murmurs and without saying much more, he turned and continued to walk towards the café he had planned to visit earlier.

But just as he was about to enter, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Wait!"

Hansen turned around. A girl with long, golden-brown hair stood near the entrance. Her gaze was filled with curiosity and a hint of surprise.

"Are you really okay?" she asked.

Hansen looked at her for a moment before smiling. "Of course."

The girl seemed unsure. "But I saw how you were hit. That’s not something you can just brush off."

Hansen shrugged. "Maybe I’m just lucky."

The girl frowned. Clearly, she didn’t believe his answer.

"I’m Chelsea," she said finally. "I’m a medical student. If you feel anything off, I can help."

Hansen chuckled lightly. "Medical student? What a coincidence. I’m also from the medical faculty."

Chelsea looked surprised. "Seriously? Why have I never seen you before?"

"Because I’m not the type to stand out," Hansen replied casually.

Chelsea stared at him intently, as if trying to figure out the mystery behind his calm demeanor. But after a moment, she sighed. "Alright then. But if you feel unwell, don’t hesitate to seek help."

Hansen smiled. "Thanks for the concern."

Afterward, Chelsea returned to her table, while Hansen ordered a cup of coffee and sat in a corner.

However, in the midst of all this, he knew one thing. This incident was no accident.

The car had come too fast on a street that should have been busy. And the driver’s reaction was too strange. Someone had tried to harm him.

"It seems like there’s an enemy trying to kill me."

Hansen slowly sipped his coffee, his mind filled with various possibilities. Only two groups were motivated enough to go after him: Candra or the Black Mamba Gang.

Candra clearly had a grudge after Hansen humiliated him in the café. He was the type of person who couldn’t accept defeat, especially in front of a crowd. Still, was Candra reckless enough to resort to such an extreme measure?

On the other hand, the leader of the Black Mamba Gang was a far more dangerous figure. Hansen had disrupted their plans and even eliminated several of their members. If the gang found out about his identity, it wouldn't be surprising if they targeted him like this.

He tapped his fingers on the table, analyzing the situation calmly.

"If it’s Candra, he’s probably still in the observation stage. He might want to test me further before taking more serious action," he thought.

"But if this is the Black Mamba’s doing... then they won’t stop until I’m truly dead."

Hansen leaned back in his chair, his eyes watching his reflection in the coffee cup.

"It looks like I need to start moving before they get ahead of me."

Hansen began gathering information about where the Black Mamba members usually hang out at night, then made his way to a nightclub.

Wearing a black jacket and pulling his hood up to conceal his identity, tonight he was entering the tiger’s den.

The nightclub where the Black Mamba members gathered was located in a narrow alley, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. Neon lights blinked, the music thudded loudly, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Upon entering, he immediately surveyed the area. In the corner of the room, several large men with tattoos typical of the Black Mamba were laughing while drinking. One of them was a man whose face Hansen recognized—Kai, one of the right-hand men of the Black Mamba leader.

"Good, he’s here," Hansen thought as he approached the bar. He ordered a drink just to blend in with the atmosphere.

From his position, he could overhear parts of their conversation.

"I heard our guy failed to finish off Hansen."

"Yeah, that’s right. The guy’s like he’s immune to pain. Hit by a car going at full speed, but still alive and not even a broken bone."

"Damn, is he human or a monster?" one of the men asked, sounding confused.

"I don’t know," replied another. "But the boss won’t let him get away. If the car crash didn’t work, there must be another, more brutal plan in the works."

Hansen held back a small smile. They were really intent on killing him.

Kai, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "Shut up. We can’t talk about this in public. I’ll meet with the boss and see what the next move is."