REVENGE OF THE MOURNER

I Told You—I’m Gonna Kill You All!

That wasn’t just a scream.

Anyone who heard it would feel the raw, murderous intent behind it. Even the gangsters froze in place, especially the long-haired one choking Rose while groping her boob.

One second later, just as the long-haired thug began to turn around, someone vaulted over the fence and landed right behind him, then slammed a fist into his head.

Thwack!

The thug collapsed sideways. Blood poured from his temple, flooding one eye until he had to shut it.

Before he could even react, a brutal kick smashed into his chin, snapping his head back and sending him crashing to the ground.

“Ugh…”

He groaned in agony, clutching his head. Now both eyes were shut.

And it still wasn’t over.

Just as he blinked through the pain, something slammed into his gut.

"Ugh!!"

His body curled like a crescent moon. Blood burst from his mouth. His eyes shot open in shock.

That was the end of him. The long-haired gangster lay there, mouth and eyes wide open. Blood still dripping from his right temple.

"Go rot in hell," said the man who took him down. It was Leon.

"Leon? Is that you?"

Leon turned around. Rose was staring at him in disbelief, clutching her brown coat tightly around herself.

"Hey, Rose. Are you okay?"

He knew what just happened had shaken his sister badly. He wanted to go comfort her, but then his eyes locked onto the front porch.

Two thugs were holding his mother. One of them had a rag soaked with some kind of chemical and was pressing it over her face.

All three of them—including the rest of the gang—stood frozen, staring at Leon in stunned silence. What he’d just done to their boss rattled them to their core.

"You sons of bitches!" Leon snarled, storming toward the porch, his eyes blazing.

That snapped the gangsters out of their daze. The ones nearest Leon charged at him, screaming, swinging knives and blunt weapons toward him.

Thud! Crack! Slam! Bam!

Easily, Leon dropped all of them with single, precise blows. They hit the ground hard, unmoving.

Only five remained. Three on the porch. Two more nearby. The latter pissed themselves on the spot.

Leon clenched his fists and marched toward the porch. The two who’d lost control of their bladders shrieked and bolted, leaping over the fence and speeding off on their motorbikes.

Leon didn’t care about them. His eyes locked on the three gangster that were still trembling on the porch.

He crouched, coiled like a spring, then leapt.

Boom!

Landing like a thunderbolt, he unleashed hell on the three gangsters, sending them flying like rag dolls off the porch and into the dirt.

Whoop!

Leon dropped to his knees, catching his mother before she hit the ground. His mother was unconscious. A strong chemical stench came from her mouth.

Carefully, he laid her down on the porch and checked her vitals. Once he was sure she was okay, he turned his eyes to the three gangsters groaning nearby.

He stood, exhaling like a dragon, then jumped off the porch.

Thud!

The injured gangsters scrambled back in terror. Their eyes were wide with fear.

"P-please... have mercy... don't kill us..." one of them whimpered.

Leon stopped just eight inches away from the one who spoke.

"Who the hell are you? Are you part of some big mafia group in this city? Who sent you here?" Leon demanded, his tone razor sharp.

The gangster coughed, spitting blood. The pain in his chest was overwhelming, but he managed to respond.

"We're... we're just a local gangsters... from this neighborhood... Someone named Greg... Gregory or something... He called our boss... That guy..." He pointed weakly toward the corpse of the long-haired man.

Leon kept his eyes on him. Everything was just like Dimitri reported.

"P-please... Let us go..."

Crack!

Leon smashed his fist into the thug’s jaw, sending him tumbling across the yard.

"Let you go? You think this is some kind of joke? I told you—I’m gonna kill you all!" Leon roared.

He then turned to the last two. They were already halfway dead—barely able to sit up, let alone fight. They didn’t even stand a chance against a regular man, let alone Leon.

But for Leon at this moment, mercy wasn’t on the menu.

Thud! Crack!

He put them down. Fucking hard. Now they wouldn’t be able to breath again.

Except for the two who pissed themselves and ran, Leon had taken out the entire gangster.

Corpses now littered the front yard.

It was a hellish sight. He'd have to clean it up later.

"Is everything okay, Leon?" Evelyn's voice rang out. She’d just stepped out of the car and now pushed the gate open, entering the bloodstained yard.

She exchanged a short glance with Rose, then rushed to Leon’s side. She gently grabbed Leon's arm, making him a little bit relaxed in an instant.

"I'm fine. Sorry I left you in the car. I... I couldn’t think straight..."

"It’s okay. I understand."

Leon could see the worry in Evelyn’s eyes. Somehow, that made him feel a little better. A faint smile formed on his lips.

But peace didn’t last.

Rose stomped toward them, face full of fury. Her eyes locked on Leon like daggers.

Leon turned to face her. He stepped forward, ready to say something to calm her down. But then...

Whoosh!

A high-heeled shoe flew at his face.

Leon dodged by instinct. Rose yanked off her other heel, this time using it like a hammer, aiming right for Leon's face again.

Leon reached out to grab her wrist—like he did to his mother-in-law at the hotel's ballroom—but was stunned when Evelyn suddenly stepped between them.

Smack!

"Ah!"

The heel struck Evelyn’s hand, slicing it open. Blood dripped from there.

Leon's eyes widened. He stared at Rose with a red face.

"What the hell are you doing?! You just hurted my wife!" he protested.

You might think that at this point, Rose would look guilty. But no. She glared at Leon with even more rage burning in her eyes.

“Get out of here! Now!” she shouted.

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