RETURN OF DON' CARA FROM USELESS TO GREATNESS

Chapter 9

The gang leader nodded at his henchmen to move in for another brutal assault. The man smiled at his boss' instructions. Without a second thought, he charged forward. 

Joshua, maintaining his balance, didn't wait for him but also lunged forward. The gang members witnessing the clash cheered excitedly, but their excitement was cut short when they heard a loud cry.

Joshua instinctively calculated his every attack. He grabbed the man's wrist, and with a snap, the sound of broken bone filled the air.

“Fuck! My hand!” The man let out another painful cry, crawling away from him.

Joshua, towering over him, wore a dangerous gaze, one that sent shivers through the man's spine. “That is enough!” his voice echoed through the air. 

The rest of the men turned to Joshua in shock. His expression was intense, revealing a side that was far different from the facade he had been maintaining.

A brief silence lingered, broken only by the whimpering of the injured man.

“From what I can see, he is not a weakling like Mark and the Marshall described,” the gang leader smirked, locking eyes with him.

"T...That's impossible!" one of the men yelled. "He just broke his hand with ease!"

Realizing that the Marshalls were involved in sending the thugs after him, Joshua grunted and threw his jacket to the ground.

Rage surged through his veins, and without giving the injured man a moment to react, he quickly closed the distance between them, preventing him from swinging his dagger with his good hand.

Another man, seeing Joshua was willing to break the second hand of his colleagues, intervened, but before he could launch an attack, Joshua delivered a hard punch to the man's gut.

“Fuck!” The man staggered back with wide eyes. “You dare—”

The words were caught short from his lips with another blow landing on his face. Crashing to the ground, Joshua turns to the rest of the men, who watch their second in command wincing in pain.

“T…this is impossible!” The men muttered in horror. “Are you okay?” They asked. 

Normally when a gang member is attacked, the rest of the group would rush forward, but their legs remained rooted to the ground. 

The smile that played on Joshua's lips made the gang leader drop his drink. When the second in command finally saw the tattoo drawn on Joshua's right hand, the man's face turned pale.

“T…that tattoo! W…where did you get it from?” He stuttered, staggering back. “A… Are you part of the seven continents?” He asked, but before Joshua could reply,. The boss steps forward with a growl.

"You fool! What do you think you're doing? How can a nobody like this be part of the power of most societies in the country?" The leader’s words echoed through the air. 

The other men, groaning on the floor, raised their watery gazes to their boss. "Boss, this man isn't who we were told he was," one of the men said, fear creeping into his voice.

The boss finally acknowledged the fear in his men's eyes as they glanced around. “The Marshall assured me he was a nobody, a liability who depends on his in-law's money,” he replied, casting a dangerous gaze in Joshua's direction. “If he belongs to such a powerful society, then why else would the boss treat his wife like a plaything?” the man added with a small smirk.

The statement echoed in Joshua's mind, and even after he had signed the divorce papers, he still felt his blood run cold.

When the gang leader saw Joshua's reaction, a predatory smile crept across his face. He pulled out a gold dagger from his belt. “I wish the boss would have allowed me to have my time with her,” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

The moment Joshua heard those words, he surged forward, swiping the floor with an explosive burst of speed. The gang leader, quick to react, swung the sharp blade in an attempt to catch him off guard, but Joshua's reflexes were faster. He dodged the attack, exposing the leader's abdomen to his fist. The gang leader staggered back with pain as he coughed out blood.

“T…this can't be possible! How are you so fast?!” He stuttered, averting his gaze to his men, who refused to interfere. 

“I gave you the opportunity to leave, but you refused, and now I will bring you nothing but pain,” Joshua growled as he closed in.

The gang leader quickly turned to his men. “What the hell are you standing around for? Kill him!” he ordered. However, the fear in the men’s eyes rooted them to the spot. They exchanged glances, waiting for someone to make a move. When it became clear that no one was willing to take the risk, they took to their heels, leaving the leader in horror.

Joshua, whose attention rested on the bulky man, launched forward with speed, and before the man could swing the dagger, Joshua gripped his wrist. 

The sound of cracking bone filled the air. “What the fuck!” The men watching the scene in the background yelled in disbelief.

“Who the hell is this man?!” One of the men shivered, seeing the most powerful member shiver in fear in front of a man they thought was a loser.

“What the hell have we gotten into?” Another man muttered, swallowing hard.

The air stiffened with tension, and the only sound soaring through was that of the gang leader. 

“Please, please let me go!” The gang leader begged, seeing the fury in Joshua's eyes. With a sharp exhale, he snapped the man's hand, breaking his bone.

“Fuck! You broke my finger!” The man cried as he crumbled to the floor like a baby. 

Joshua cast a gaze to the rest of her group, who didn't dare confront him. When he was sure none of them was ready to meet the same fate, the other men cried in pain. He dropped his gaze to the gang leader.

“Return to your boss, and tell him you completed your mission,” Joshua instructed. He squatted to meet the gang leader on the floor. “If you don't, I will hunt you,” Joshua added, his predatory tone sending shivers into the man's bones.

The gang leader swiftly nodded his head. “I…I will, please don't hurt me!” He pleaded.

“Leave!” Joshua growled, and the man staggered to his feet, wincing in pain. He was about to move towards his parked car when Joshua shot at his feet.

“Give me your keys,” he demanded. The man switched his gaze from his car to Joshua, whose expression was cold. Without hesitation, the gang leader slid his good hand into his pocket and pulled out his car key. With a painful grunt, he tosses the keys to Joshua, barely talking to his heels.