165 REVENGE OF C.I.A.
[In the Halls of the Koresh Guild of Brothers]
"Brother Mendiace, do you think it's wise to provoke the C.I.A. like this?" Maelad asked, his voice tense. "Exposing the mutilated bodies of their agents is an act of provocation and humiliation."
Mendiace leaned back in his chair, his gaze cold.
"The C.I.A. didn't hesitate to murder our brothers in that diner just to send a message. It's only right we return the fucking favor," Malass added.
"An eye for an eye."
"Malass is right," Mendiace continued, his tone firm. "We're a gang—we demand respect. If we let them fuck us over without striking back, we'll lose that respect. Jeez. Fear and respect go hand in hand."
Majoure nodded in agreement. "Besides, we've spent months trying to flush them out with no success. This move will force them into the open. It's the best chance we've got."
Magreen hesitated, frowning. "But the Cho In An gang are no fucking pushovers. Should we be concerned?"
"Their base is far away," Mendiace replied with confidence. "Even if they make a move, they can't send a strong enough force to threaten us here. We have the city and its families backing us. The C.I.A. is hated around here as much as we are for what they did in the Sodom ruins."
Before anyone could respond, a deafening explosion rocked the headquarters.
Kaboom!
The walls shook violently as debris rained down. Alarms blared, and the brothers sprang to their feet, rushing outside.
On the horizon, a large force was amassing, their weapons glinting in the dim light.
Mendiace's face darkened as he gripped his weapon. "The C.I.A. is here. Jeez."
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[In the Dungeon of Lust]
"What do you mean Madoug is missing?" Leo snapped, his voice brimming with fury.
"He escaped," Bara muttered, avoiding his glare.
Leo's eyes widened in disbelief. "How the hell does someone escape from this fucking dungeon?"
Bara sighed, clearly exasperated.
"He was half-dead already. The girls wanted to... play with his cock, so they took him down from the magic chains. Who knew the bastard still had magic left in him? He cast some kind of poisonous gas that knocked them out and broke out."
"You let those brainless idiots unchain him just to fuck him?" Grangya growled, her fists clenched.
"I wasn't there!" Bara shot back defensively.
"How the fuck did he still have magic left?" Grangya asked.
"I know", Leo replied. Madoug must have used his system potions to replenish his magic at the right moment so that he could escape.
Leo slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the room. "Fuck this! We must find him before he reaches the K.G.B. headquarters. If he makes it back, we're all screwed."
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The group of foreigners stood out like a vivid painting against the drab backdrop, more than three dozen of them dressed in flowing green silk, their feet clad in golden sandals.
Wide straw hats shaded their faces, and in their hands, they carried an array of weapons—gleaming swords, long spears, and sturdy sticks.
Yet, it wasn't their unusual attire that made the Cho In An terrifying. It was their presence. The very air seemed poisoned by it, thick with the stench of death and decay.
These were no ordinary fighters—they were demons masquerading in human skin.
Facing them were the Koresh Guild of Brothers, all twelve leaders gathered in their fortified base.
Each brother was a master of a specific branch of magic, and they had prepared for this day. Their headquarters was encased in a powerful magical security dome, shimmering faintly as it held back the relentless assault.
Kaboom!
Another projectile smashed into the protective barrier, fired by the C.I.A.'s summoners. The shield quivered under the onslaught, cracks beginning to form. It was only a matter of time before it gave way.
"Why isn't anyone from the city coming to our defense?" one of the brothers shouted.
"With all this commotion, the city guards and the noble families should've arrived by now!"
"Maybe they don't realize it's the C.I.A. attacking," Maelad suggested, his tone laced with frustration.
"Then make them realize," Mendiace barked. "Send scouts to report this—now, Jeez!"
Time was slipping through their fingers, and their survival depended on how quickly reinforcements could arrive.
Three sword-wielding C.I.A. fighters strode forward, their movements confident and precise. They planted their gang's flag firmly into the ground—a blatant challenge to the Koresh Gang of Brothers.
In their world of gangs, ignoring such a provocation was the ultimate display of cowardice.
Malass, along with two other battle-hardened brothers of the Koresh Guild, stepped forward. As Battle-Mages, they were no strangers to such calls for combat.
"Why did you kill our heir Li-Jung, Kazan, and Toshi?" one of the C.I.A. fighters demanded, their voices echoing with righteous fury.
Malass snorted, gripping his crescent blade. "We don't even know their fucking names! You slaughtered hundreds of our brothers. How do you explain that?"
The C.I.A. fighters exchanged uneasy glances.
It wasn't hard to imagine their so-called heirs may have massacred weaker enemies during their escapades in the ruins of Sodom. But this scale of vengeance by the K.G.B. felt excessive, even to them.
"By carving your name into the bodies of our men, you've declared war," one of the C.I.A. fighters replied coldly.
"There's nothing left to talk about. Fight!" Malass roared.
With that, he and his brothers surged forward, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The clash was ferocious, steel against steel, spells crackling in the air.
The C.I.A. fighters proved no pushovers, meeting every attack with equal ferocity. The battle dragged on, an unrelenting exchange of strength and magic.
Boom!
Suddenly, the protective dome over the Koresh Guild's base shattered. Its magic disintegrated in a blaze of light, leaving their headquarters exposed.
All twelve brothers, along with the rest of the gang, poured out onto the battlefield, their weapons and magic ready.
This was no longer an ordinary skirmish between gangs—it was all-out war.