Raul came back down like an unstoppable mountain, stomping on the ground and sending the golden slight downwards before everything exploded outwards.

The building behind him that Amon thought he had managed to keep intact, succumbed to the explosion.

As for Amon, he turned around and exposed his Black Iron turtle shield to the attack, increasing his damage reduction from 20 to 30%.

-1050!

+1050!

Amon just glanced at the first damage numbers and let out a sigh of relief, 'Okay, I was worried that I won't be able to heal at the same rate.'

Damage numbers kept popping up but amon managed to heal it all back up without any effort but then, a glowing arrow pierced straight through his heart.

-12000!!

+8640!

'Fuck… true damage?' Amon thought as he glanced at the damage numbers in his screen. Physical damage showed in red, magic showed in blue but true damage showed itself as white.

True damage ignored all defences and damage reduction, dealing the full raw damage without exception but the skills that gave access to this kind of damage were extremely rare.

'Raul has more people helping him?' he thought as he looked in the direction from which the arrow had come from and spotted an old man standing on top of a mountain of rubble.

He wore a plain black suit, black trousers and he also had a black bow tie on his clean white shirt. He held a cane in his left hand which was aimed at Amon while his other hand rested on his black, low top hat.

Amon's gaze landed on the silver insignia that was pinned to the man's coat near his chest and cursed under his breath.

'He's from one of those noble families… for fuck's sake.'

He turned around and tanked the explosion head on as he tried to take a look at Raul's situation.

The guy was already on the ground, his clothes in tatters while waves of golden light flew outwards, destroying everything it came in contact with.

'Right… he's still just an A ranker. My vitality stats should be much higher than his so he's probably done for, especially after using his last stand.' Amon thought as he pulled out his teleportation ticket and sent his mana into it.

"Hmm… he can teleport?" the old man muttered as he slid down the mountain of rubble before looking around.

His gaze landed on a young man who wore a similar looking suit and his expression hardened.

He lay on the ground, motionless as the old man walked over and checked his condition.

'Dead… even after we gave him two life saving artifacts…' he thought as he got back up and headed over to Raul before kicking him, "Get up, I know you're alive."

Raul immediately opened his eyes and looked around, "He's gone?"

"He is, but everything you used to have is also gone. The gang has been destroyed and I don't think there's any use of having you work for us anymore. Building everything back up will take months if not years or even decades if there's a strong push back from other gangs and families."

Raul nodded as he got to his feet and took out a pair of sports wear, "I know… the news of what happened is surely going to spread and once it does, multiple gangs are going to flock towards this place for a piece of the pie."

"Indeed…" the old man said as he looked around, "What's done is done. You've worked well for the past few decades for us so… at my own discretion, I invite you to be a part of the family. You don't have to be stuck at the A rank anymore and you can pick any skill of your choice from the family treasury."

***

Amon found himself back in his room and let out a sigh of relief. He looked around and found Nyx, Elena and Mikayla sitting on the bet and talking animatedly.

"Hmm? What's so interesting?" he asked as he walked towards them, startling the girls slightly but he did not expect their following reaction.

Mikayla looked away guiltily while Nyx and Elena gave her a side long glace before facing Amon, "Oh it's nothing serious, don't worry about it."

"You know… communication is the key to most successful relationships. It'll be better if you just tell me if there's something bothering you."

Mikayla contemplated for a while before nodding, "I… understand but… the issue here is your brother and I do not want to be the person who pushes you against your own blood."

Hearing this, Amon frowned and sat on the bed with the girls, "Aron huh… what did he do?"

Mikayla recounted everything that happened in the dungeon, including the mean things he had said while she had her back to him.

Amon let out a soft sigh as he let himself fall backwards onto the pillow.

"Right… he was a good kid before but I guess he changed while I was busy putting my life on the line for him." he muttered as his opinion of Aron fell down a notch.

'But he's still Amon's brother.' he thought as he shook his head, 'While I don't really give a fuck about blood ties, I'll give that idiot a few more chances. Maybe even force some sense into him. Both Amon and Aron grew up without a father so there's that issue too… man, why do I have to deal with this mess?'

Just as he was thinking, the door opened and Mona walked in with a frown on her face.

"There's news that the Red Baron Gang has fallen but Raul is missing." she said as she looked at Amon, "You know anything about this?"

Before Amon could answer, Mikayla got to her feet, "When did this happen?"

"Less than five minutes ago. I received the news just now."

"Amon teleported here around three to four minutes ago." Mikayla said before she turned to look at him.

"Well… I took care of them but some guy in a suit interfered and he kinda countered me so I decided to retreat. I mean, I could've killed him too but I saw an insignia on his chest and I don't really wish to go against some big family."

"Must be the Bruscheffas."

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