CAT WARLOCK: This Darklord Feasts Upon Horror-Chapter 173: Short Talk

A mobster threw a straight punch from behind Crow. Crow didn’t look. He simply moved his head to the side, dodging the punch.

The fedora man grabbed the arm and threw the mobster over his shoulder, sending him flying into his mates.

Another bulky mobster rushed as Crow. He threw a combination. One straight punch. Crow leaned back just enough to avoid it. One right hook. Crow ducked down and let it pass. One left hook, aiming slightly lower to hit Crow’s lower position.

Crow’s right elbow snapped up, deflecting the last hook. He answered with his own combination. His punches were so quick that the mobster couldn’t even react.

Three quick punches in the face. Fast but not that strong. Then the last heavy uppercut aimed at the abdomen. The mobster’s entire body shot up because of the uppercut. He fell flat onto the ground, groaning as his inside was turned over because of the punch.

Three others rushed at Crow from three different directions. Crow lowered his body and did a sweep kick, lifting all the feet of the attackers off the ground.

They moved slowly in his eyes. While they were still in the air, Crow landed three kicks on each of them and sent them rolling on the ground.

Crow’s coat flapped in the air. It calmed down and fell behind his back.

The other mobsters jerked backwards at the same time. Crow was just too quick for them to comprehend.

A mobster pulled out a gun and shot Crow from the side. Crow didn’t move.

"Heh... I did it! Hahahaha!"

The mobster laugh was short-lived.

Smoke came out of Crow’s hand. He had raised it and caught the bullet. As he released his palm, the bullet fell to the ground.

"Stop, you idiots! You’re going to get yourself killed!"

Thomas rushed out to the scene. He snatched the gun away from the mobster and hit him in the head.

"What did I say about firing the gun, huh?"

The mobster covered his head and didn’t talk back.

"All of you get out of here!" Thomas shouted.

Everyone quickly scattered away, leaving only Crow and Thomas.

"You must be the current patriarch." Crow’s harsh voice echoed.

Thomas exchanged glances with Crow. He estimated the man in the trench coat for a while before turning away.

"Come with me. We can talk in my office."

Crow followed Thomas into the Luciente’s building. This was one of their main establishments. They dealt mostly in rums and other types of alcohol. The smell of alcohol stank the air.

Thomas pushed the door open and returned to his seat.

"Get the fuck out of the seat. We have a guest." Thomas said.

Ben quickly stood up.

Crow scanned the guy. That was the one that Justin helped to get out of jail.

"Please sit."

Crow sat down.

"What do you want, Psychic?" Thomas said.

Crow observed Thomas. He knew this man from the information Justin provided. Thomas ’Tommy’ Moriarty. The current boss of the Luciente. A war veteran that was in his late twenties.

Thomas still had the traits of a young man with his lack of wrinkles. But those intense eyes could only belong to someone who had seen too much. He might be younger than other patriarchs but he was in no way more naive.

"Justin Mei. I am here because of him." Crow said.

Thomas took a deep breath. He glanced at Ben.

The mobster shrunk his neck involuntarily.

"Is this because of the job?" Thomas said.

Crow nodded, "He is now under our protection."

Thomas said. He knew those words too well. Under protection was no different than under management. ’It looks like the sly lawyer has found himself a home.’

"And what does that affect the job?"

"Justin does not want to take part in it."

Psycho Force leaked out from within Thomas. Crow replied with his own.

The pencils on the table floated to the air. The floor shook uncontrollably. Ben felt his chest was pressed inward, making it hard to breathe.

"We do not appreciate threats." Thomas said.

"This isn’t a threat." Crow said.

Thomas kept the Psycho Force coming. He was a Hazard-level Psychic. In terms of rank, Thomas was even stronger than Titan of the Atlas Seven or Francesca of the Obscure Association.

Those clowns were warriors in a peaceful world. Thomas was a survivor of war. They’re very different.

Thomas could feel Crow’s energy was at a lower level than him. Crow was still a Rank 1, Menace-level, supernatural being. But Crow’s aura was very unique. It’s very dense and absurdly high. Much higher than any Menace Psychic that Thomas saw. Crow was even higher than him when he was a Menace.

Thomas wasn’t intimidated by this. But he did think about whoever was behind Crow.

It’s only reasonable that there was someone stronger on his side. After all, Thomas could feel the confidence in Crow. A calm, cool confidence. Not arrogance.

Thomas slowly retreated his power. Crow did the same.

"I saw you fight out there. You served before?" Thomas said.

Crow nodded, "A very long time ago. It feels like another lifetime to me."

Thomas lit up a cigarette, "Men like us. We’ll never change. No matter how long it has passed. We’ll always be looking for another war."

Thomas took a huge puff. He didn’t agree with what Ben did. But Ben was still a member of the Luciente. He must save his face.

"Justin has a tie with us."

Crow stayed silent so Thomas continued.

"We can’t just let him walk away scotch-free."

Crow weaved his fingers together and rested his chin on it, "You can still use his service. For the right price. But you can’t force him to do what he doesn’t want to do."

"And what if I kill you right here?" Thomas said.

That wasn’t a threat either and Crow knew that.

"You can’t. And then you will have to bear the consequences." Crow said.

"Consequences... From who?"

"From my Master."

Thomas squinted his eyes. ’Master’ told him that there was someone stronger. Probably much stronger. They could be the same level as him, a Hazard Psychic.

"Consider it done."