Fierce Aura in the Eyes

After using it twice, Abel had already discovered that the Leg Strength Enhancement Shoes had enough power for roughly one use of Gear Three, or three uses of Gear One.

He had just used Gear One earlier, and after only three kicks, the power was completely drained.

Originally, he had planned to take out three of them first, but a small mistake had led to an unexpected change.

"Looks like I'll need to practice my footwork more when I get the chance, and I should train my left foot too."

Thinking this, Abel quickly charged toward the remaining two.

When he was still five or six meters away, a small stone happened to be lying quietly on the ground. Abel immediately lifted his foot, making as if to kick!

This motion instantly startled the other two vagrants.

After all, they had both seen the miserable state of their companion just now.

Neither wanted to be the next one.

So they hurriedly covered their heads and fled, dodging to the side.

And that was exactly the result Abel wanted!

After faking the kick, he finally closed in on one of them. Using his acceleration, he leaped into the air.

In the other's terrified gaze, his left foot led the way—a flying kick that struck the target squarely in the abdomen.

Gear Three!

"Ugh—"

The vagrant hit in the stomach immediately clutched his abdomen with a pained expression, collapsing limply to the ground.

Then he opened his mouth and began vomiting violently!

He was probably even throwing up what he'd eaten the day before.

"If you don't want to end up like them, get lost!"

After landing, Abel shot a death glare at the last vagrant, who immediately turned and ran.

Seeing this, Abel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because by now, his Leg Strength Enhancement Shoes were completely out of power. If the other hadn't run, he would have had to consider risking the use of a [Banana Grenade].

But once he used a bomb, it would definitely cause a huge commotion and draw attention—the consequences of that were entirely beyond his control.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

To prevent the one who ran from quickly bringing back reinforcements, Abel immediately hoisted the unconscious Luo onto his back and ran out.

At some point, the coarse linen cloth Luo had used to cover his face had fallen off.

As they fled, they happened to pass by the long-haired vagrant who had been knocked down at the start. The man was now staring at them with a venomous gaze.

Noticing this, a hint of ruthlessness surfaced in Abel's eyes.

He knew this matter probably wouldn't end easily, but he didn't stop running because of it.

After a while longer, the vagrant who had fled earlier did indeed return with several more people.

"Useless! A bunch of grown men taken down by a single brat, and one even scared off—all of you are useless!"

A bald vagrant with a fierce face started cursing loudly as soon as he saw the one who had run.

The others hung their heads, looking miserable, feeling utterly humiliated inside.

But just as they were being scolded, the long-haired vagrant, who had finally recovered, suddenly spoke up: "Those two brats are definitely suspicious."

"Suspicious how? Are you not embarrassed enough already?!"

The bald vagrant thought the other was making excuses and immediately mocked him.

Though the long-haired vagrant's face turned ugly from the scolding, he insisted: "That Hat Kid has white patches on his face. I suspect they might be... survivors who escaped from Freyvans."

"What did you say?!"

The bald vagrant was shocked.

The others also looked terrified and afraid.

After all, with the World Government's deliberate propaganda, Lead Sickness was portrayed as an incurable, extremely terrifying super-contagious disease.

It was precisely because of this that the surrounding countries had united to wipe out Freyvans when it tried to resist.

So now, suddenly hearing this possibility, they naturally felt worried and scared.

"I'm not wrong. I've seen people with that disease before, and their skin was exactly like that brat's." The more the long-haired vagrant thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. And even if it turned out he was mistaken, it didn't matter—he wanted those two brats dead!

So of course, the more serious he made it sound, the better. He believed the ambitious bald vagrant would never let this opportunity slip.

"What do we do, boss? I-I-I touched that Hat Kid earlier—am I going to get infected?"

"Get away from me! Stay back!"

"Boss, we should leave here right now. I... I suddenly feel a bit unwell."

"Leave? What's there to leave for?! A bunch of idiots!"

The bald vagrant's face first turned somewhat grim, but then, as if something had occurred to him, he let out a sinister chuckle.

"Listen up, all of you—those two brats are definitely not innocent. They must be remnants who escaped from Freyvans!"

Seeing the idiots around him still staring blankly in confusion, the Bald Vagrant could only curse inwardly as he explained.

"This is clearly a premeditated terrorist attack! Those who fled Freyvans are trying to take revenge on the nation that destroyed them, attempting to spread a terrible disease here, and those two brats are part of it."

"But! We have exposed the Freyvans conspiracy and discovered these two disease-carrying brats ahead of time."

"Tell me, under these circumstances, how will the City Administrator reward us? Money? Houses? Women? Or everything you could want?!"

"The chance to change your fate is right in front of you—are you going to back down?!"

The Bald Vagrant's words were highly seductive. Those who had just shown fear now couldn't help but reveal greedy, excited expressions.

Compared to an invisible, untouchable disease, the 'bright future' was far more alluring.

Besides, everyone had a gambler's mentality—the disease wasn't said to be one hundred percent contagious, otherwise the soldiers sent to destroy Freyvans would have been the first to fall.

Of course, from now on, they'd still minimize contact with those two brats.

So the Bald Vagrant immediately gave orders, "You two, go invite Captain Jess over. If necessary, you can hint at some 'intel,' but be careful—don't let the news leak early."

"Got it."

"Don't worry, boss!"

Captain Jess was the local security captain, the highest-ranking official they normally had access to.

After all, with their lowly status, even if a monumental achievement were laid before them, they'd need the stomach to swallow it.

So rather than choke themselves, it was better to do a favor.

That way, while the big shots feasted on meat, they could at least sip some broth.

You had to admit the Bald Vagrant kept a clear head—he knew how to seize an opportunity for personal gain without trying to hog it all.

As for the long-haired vagrant who had started this whole mess, he too grew excited. At first, he only wanted to spread the news to get those two brats killed, never thinking this far ahead.