After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 93 - 89: Frontier Factions

On the street outside the black market, a convoy was driving by.

A few pickups loaded with goods were in the middle, flanked by rugged heavy motorcycles front and back. The modified exhaust pipes continuously spewed black fumes, giving off a wild atmosphere.

The motorcycle riders wore uniform black outfits, with red-thread embroidered wolf heads on their backs, crafted so vividly it seemed as though a wild wolf was perched there, staring fiercely.

This is the Border District's renowned violent group known as the "Wolf Strike."

A few years ago, Wolf Strike was just an inconsequential biker gang, but ever since a new leader took over, their power and size have rapidly grown.

Last year, Wolf Strike surpassed the established "Ashen Gang," becoming widely recognized as the second top group in the Border District.

The convoy of Wolf Strike had 14 motorcycle riders but was stopped in the middle of the road by thugs outnumbering them several times over, blocking them tightly.

The thugs surrounding them wore clothes sewn full of iron plates, each with a raven tattooed on their neck.

In the Border District, only one group possesses the raven symbol, the top violent group that claimed the "King of the Borderlands" title for eight consecutive years, Crow's Nest.

A man walked out from the Crow's Nest Thugs, his gait exaggerated and swaggering, arrogant as he eyed the Wolf Strike convoy: "Yo, aren't these the little wolf pups? In such a rush to get where?"

Leading the front of the Wolf Strike convoy was a female rider, her tight leather outfit accentuating her stunning curves, her gold proportioned legs like a work of art.

She forcefully removed her helmet, her flaming red hair rising like fire, drawing gasps of awe.

This red-haired girl had eyes as crimson as her hair, her pale face etched with sternness as she harshly commanded: "Get lost, Simon, we don't have time to waste on you!"

The man named Simon scratched his crotch, his face full of rogue-like disdain as he said: "Passing through our Crow's Nest territory without a word of greeting, isn't that too much?"

A Wolf Strike rider behind the red-haired girl said: "Simon, if you want a fair duel, what's the point of blocking us here?"

"Oh, so you're scared? Easier if you're scared!" Simon waved his hand, signaling the Crow's Nest thugs blocking the road to clear off, "Make way for these cowardly little wolf pups, remember their spineless, soft stance!"

The Crow's Nest thugs laughed heartily, clearing the way,

Simon mockingly gestured "please": "Go on, little pups, don't say I, Brother Simon, bullied the smaller ones."

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth, her fists clenched hard.

The rider behind her spoke in a deep voice: "Hibell, don't mind their provocation, priorities first."

Hibell bit her lip, starting her motorcycle without a word, driving forward.

Simon watched the departing convoy, shouting loudly: "Run! Hurry back to hide in your she-wolf bitch's arms and cry!" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Screech—" Hibell's motorcycle braked sharply, skidding a long black mark as it stopped in place.

She jumped off the bike, hurled her helmet to the ground, and walked over pointing at Simon's nose, cursing: "Fuck you! Wanna try insulting our big sister again?!"

"Oh~ the little wolf pup starts defending its master?" Simon burst into exaggerated laughter, taunting Hibell with a beckoning finger, "Little Hibell, did your boss ever teach you, if you're gonna fight, fight, cut the crap."

Hibell's anger was completely ignited, a sudden transformation occurred.

A surge of immense battle spirit emanated from her, her red hair flaring like wolf mane, her pupils twisting into inverted slits, her teeth and fingers turning bestially sharp, as if ready to tear everything apart.

The crowd began to exclaim in shock, occasionally uttering "Azure Wolf Blood Code."

The opponent meant business, Simon dropped his playful expression, flicking both wrists.

"Shh—" Frenzied Corpse Rigid Bone tore through the skin on his wrists, forming two massive and fierce bone blades.

Simon stared coldly at Hibell: "Come on, I'm going to tear you up!"

The big sister was insulted, other Wolf Strike members swore and grabbed weapons, while the Crow's Nest thugs swarmed in, both sides pushed and tangled, the scene descending into chaos.

As things were about to spiral out of control...

An elderly man squeezed out from the crowd.

The old man was a shopkeeper at the black market, having operated here for decades, witnessing countless storms in the Border District, although not belonging to any group, he held considerable esteem.

The elder mediated between Simon and Hibell: "The black market has its rules, no violence allowed. The grievance between your two groups isn't just a day or two."

"If there's an issue, choose another time and place, bring your men for a fair duel. Like now, fighting greater numbers, would bring no glory to Crow's Nest, right?"

In Simon's eyes, the elder evidently held a certain weight.

Simon retracted his bone blades, glaring at Hibell: "Little Hibell, stay clear of me in the future, got it? Or I'll hit you every time I see you."

Hibell, extremely furious, suddenly shed tears, ready to charge: "Wanna bet?!"

A few Wolf Strike riders pulled Hibell back together, the elder also soothingly advised: "Girl, don't cry, just go back."

"Who's crying?! Am I the type to cry just being told off? Don't call it crying just because you see tears, okay?!" Hibell retorted while tears flowed, oddly giving a comical feel.

Simon spat on the ground, leading the Crow's Nest thugs away.

A few Wolf Strike riders also brought Hibell back to the convoy, one offering tissues: "Don't cry, wipe those tears."

Hibell punched him twice in anger: "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not crying!!! When I get emotional, tears fall, it's a physiological reflex, can't control it! You think I want this?!"

She snatched the tissues, wiped her tears, and left on her motorcycle swearing angrily.

...

A potential head-on conflict ended hastily.

The crowd dispersed, returning the black market's atmosphere to normal.

Su Mo watched the direction the Wolf Strike convoy left, shaking his head with a smile: "Hibell's temper is always so fiery."

The shopkeeper remarked with interest: "Crow's Nest has held the King of the Borderlands for eight years, no one has managed to shake them, but now they finally have a challenger."

Su Mo squinted: "Yeah, Wolf Strike...they are the deadliest challengers."

The shopkeeper lit a cigarette, continually puffing clouds: "The king selection this year is about to start, wonder how the two will compete. A mutual bloodbath? Or find another method to gain the submission of the major groups? Tsk tsk tsk, really makes one look forward to it."

Su Mo shook his head: "They generally won't go to war directly. If number one and number two fight, only the third Ashen Gang benefits. Crow's Nest and Wolf Strike aren't fools, they'll definitely choose another method."

The shopkeeper gave Su Mo a knowing look: "Got quite the insight, brother. So for this year's king selection, who do you support more?"

"Hmm...good question." Su Mo gazed at the place where the conflict occurred, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Who shall I support?"