Reborn Beast Of War

Chapter 03

Vergo, who was sitting while refining spiritual energy, slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked several times, adjusting to the surrounding light and muttered softly. "So it's already morning..."

Just as his eyes had fully adjusted, Vergo stretched his body.

The sound of his bones cracking could be clearly heard and Vergo enjoyed it all before looking toward the mirror.

Although his body was still thin and lacked muscles, the bruises and other injuries had already healed.

Now he felt his spirit had increased, but at that very moment, hunger struck.

Vergo rubbed his stomach while smiling lightly. "It's been a long time since I felt hungry. In my previous world, food was merely a secondary matter."

"Different from this world, food is quite necessary as a source of energy for the body." He said while chuckling softly.

He walked to the bathroom, cleaned his body, and put on simple clothes.

A plain white T-shirt on top, sports pants on the bottom.

After getting dressed, Vergo searched for money in his pockets and wallet.

Vergo found four bills, with one bill worth 2500 Col.

"Heh, so this is what paper money is called? Back then, carrying only gold and silver coins was enough for me." Vergo muttered softly.

He put the money into his pocket, then he understood several things related to the world he now lived in.

Martial artists, that was the term for the people in the world he lived in and there were only several basic schools.

In addition, the city where Vergo lived was called Lorena City.

This city was divided into six areas and Vergo himself lived in Area Six.

Each area had what were called gangsters, they would roam at night and constantly engage in endless fights.

Even the gangsters themselves formed their own territories to carry out their criminal activities.

Besides gangsters, there were also higher-level organizations, such as the Mafia, Sects, and many more.

These higher-level organizations committed extremely serious crimes. Murder was a common thing for them, especially wars against other organizations.

Vergo knew that every organization had powerful people. They were not weak, whether in combat or in the business world.

Returning to the present, Vergo stepped out of the house. He walked leisurely toward the nearest food stall.

Upon arriving at the food stall, he entered and saw many people sitting on every seat there.

Vergo observed the surroundings and eventually found a seat.

"Kid, that's my seat, what do you want?" An unpleasant voice came from behind.

Vergo turned around and saw a man wearing a tilted baseball cap. He was wearing a red jacket with a black dog emblem.

"Here we go again, Jansen is starting trouble."

"That young man is truly unfortunate, he ran into Jansen, one of the troublemakers and a member of the Dog Hand Gang."

Several customers who saw this whispered softly and some even watched the scene with sympathetic eyes.

"You're all so noisy, damn it!" Jansen shouted angrily at the people sitting around the nearby tables.

This caused the group to fall silent, then Jansen snorted coldly and directed his gaze toward Vergo.

"What?! Why are you looking at me like that, Huh?!" Jansen asked irritably.

He approached and stood in front of Vergo, his tall figure looking down at the young man.

As for Vergo, he was not afraid at all. His expression was calm and he found nothing interesting about that person.

"Just take it, the seat. I don't care." Vergo turned around and walked away to look for another seat.

However, his actions left all the customers stunned. They did not expect someone to dare speak so indifferently in front of Jansen.

"Damn, that guy is quite brave."

"Look, Jansen is angry. He will definitely beat that young man!"

The customers watched while eating. They felt that there was a good show to watch.

As for Jansen, he lowered his head. His expression was gloomy and his hands clenched tightly.

"Oi kid!" Jansen called out, then his eyes were filled with killing intent. "Damn you! How dare you ignore me!"

Jansen swung his fist toward Vergo. He was truly annoyed at being ignored.

Vergo sensed an attack coming from behind, and the instincts he had honed for a long time proved to be quite useful.

Vergo's eyes narrowed, he moved his body to the side and then swung a kick directly at the back of Jansen's knee.

Bugh!

Jansen fell down, but Vergo spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick directly to the gangster's head.

Bruk!