West Blue.
Alghero, a prosperous medium-sized town, famous for its handmade products and home to a relatively large scale Marine base. Created an atmosphere of safety and protection, allowing tourists from all over the world to visit its specialties.
As it was June, the sun was still high in the sky at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and even the stone pavement was roasted hot, but the most prosperous bakery in town, the "Simon Cheese Circle", was not very quiet at the moment.
Curious passers-bys would find a few brawny men standing in front of the bakery. Even with their complexions reddened by the sun, they did not even slightly twitch and instead stared at the door of the bakery.
boom! ! ! !
With the violent sound, a tall figure smashed through the door of Arrancar's shop and fell into the street. Several of the curious passer-bys boldly stepped forward and found that it was the notorious gangster Cartman lying flat on the floor...Contrary to the norm the ruffians face no longer had the usual arrogance, instead his mouth, nose and even his eyes and ears were leaking blood, obviously suffering extremely severe damage.
He shivered as he shouted towards the door of the bakery: "Victor! Even you can't break the rules of the gang! You know what happens if you attack a brother!!"
With a burst of unhurried footsteps, a man appeared through the door of the bakery, compared to the Massive body of the rogue Cartman, who towered at three meters high, this man was only about 1.9 meters tall. He was dressed in a decent black suit, his head full of blond hair which draped down to his shoulders his appearance approaching manhood but with distinct teenager like features,his face like a marble sculpture looked down with a frown.
"I violated the gang rules?"
The young man named Victor slowly rolled up his cuffs while slowly walking towards Cartman who lay paralyzed on the street: "I don't think I did, Mr. Cartman. Because you are no longer a member of Coral. "
Victor walked up to Cartman and looked at him with a condescending gaze, a hint of amusement in his moss green eyes: "To be clear, you've got a termination order on your back."
Realizing the true bearing of his situation Cartmans face finally dropped into complete despair. Knowing how the Boss was he roared and rushed towards Victor, trying to fight for a way to survive, but only saw a flower in front of him, before a lightning-fast leg slammed into his chest like a whip.
Accompanied by screams and broken bones, the rogue Cartman flew a full four or five meters into the air before smashed into the roadside flowerbed and rolling to the ground. He struggled to move his body as he barely raised his eyes to see Victor walking towards him, he coughed a mouthful of blood as he begged for his life: "Please, please, Victor...Give me another chanc..."
Before he could finish his words, the black leather shoes stepped directly on his head.
Behind the leather shoe came a cold voice: "I told you 3 days ago when you touched my sister, you are dead, garbage."
Without waiting for Cartman to beg for mercy, Victor stepped directly on his throat.
After a while, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the sturdy men who had been standing outside the bakery trotted over, bowed slightly to Victor, and quickly lifted Cartman's body, which had gradually stopped twitching.
At the same time, Victor looked at the young girl poking her head out of the bakery door. She was wearing a gothic dress and holding a small umbrella, leaving it open even in the store.Her long pink hair was combed into a ponytail and she had large round, pitch black eyes, making her look a little dull.
Behind the girl was a red-haired female clerk holding a bag of bread.She didn't pay attention to the damaged door of the bakery, but stared at Victor's face as her face started flushing red.
Victor sighed slightly, took out two banknotes with a face value of 100,000 and gently placed them in the hands of the female clerk, : "This is for repairing the door and the flower bed, sorry for the disturbance, Miss Bell. Let's go back, Perona."
He beckoned to the pink-haired girl and started walking towards the black axe bar in the center of the town. The pink-haired girl smiled and took the steaming toast from the female clerk: "Sister Bell, I know he's handsome but it's rude to stare! I'm going now, I'll come back to play again later!" She waved a small hand to the female clerk and hurried to chase Victor.
The Clerk just stood speechless as she held the 200,000 Beri in her hand.
A middle-aged tourist who witnessed the whole incident asked the passers-by next to him curiously: "He seems like an honest young man, is he also a member of the gang?"
The man stared at him incredulously "Are you not from around here? Who doesn't know of Victor within the surrounding islands?"
The middle-aged tourists was not annoyed, and instead asked with a smile: "I did come to visit from a distant island,Can you tell me about this Victor?"
The man, liking the tourists respectful attitude, started talking: "Don't worry about Mr.Caldwell, Victor is not very old, but he is an Underboss in the Coral organization. And although he might look cold and uninterested, he's helped a lot of people in this town.." He paused slightly, as if thinking something over before continuing "..and the cute girl with the pink hair is Victor's sister Perona, Very lively little girl, she's also well loved around these parts."
The Tourists put a hand on his chin"So... who's the big guy he just killed?"
"They called him Cartman, a gangster without any good in his heart. I heard that he was a cadre of the Coral Organization, although I'm not quite sure of the grievances between him and Mr.Caldwell."
The man shrugged his shoulders: "But Victors a really good fighter.I've never seen him lose. I reckon he could take on the commander in the Marine base."
The middle-aged tourist smiled upon hearing this, and after thanking the passer-by, he walked away slowly in the direction Victor had gone.
Who'd have thought that in his spare time inspecting the new jurisdiction, he would encounter such an interesting person. The fighting skills used by the boy were not laymen styles, and there seemed to even be a trace of the Tempest Kick of the Marine Six Styles on the leg whip…hopefully it was just a coincidence...