A Fierce Glint in His Eyes

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

He had used Gear One just now, but the power had run out after only three kicks.

He had originally planned to take out three of them first. But a mistake had caused a minor complication.

"Looks like I'll have to practice my aim with my feet whenever I get the chance. And I need to train my left foot, too."

As he thought this, Abel quickly charged at the two remaining men.

When he was still five or six meters away, he spotted a small stone lying on the ground. Abel immediately raised his foot as if to kick it!

The gesture startled the other two vagrants.

After all, they had seen what had happened to their companion.

Neither of them wanted to be next.

They hurriedly ducked and scrambled aside.

And that was exactly what Abel wanted!

After faking them out, he finally got close to one of them. Using his momentum, he leaped into the air.

Under the man's horrified gaze, Abel led with his left foot and landed a flying kick squarely in his stomach.

Gear Three!

"Urgh!"

The vagrant clutched his stomach in agony and crumpled to the ground.

Then he opened his mouth and started vomiting uncontrollably!

He probably even threw up what he'd eaten two days ago.

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

After landing, Abel fixed the last vagrant with a murderous glare, frightening him into turning and running.

Only then did Abel finally breathe a sigh of relief.

His Leg Strength Enhancement Shoes had completely run out of power. If the man hadn't fled, Abel would have had no choice but to consider using the Banana Grenade.

But if he used a bomb, it would inevitably cause a huge commotion and draw attention. The consequences would be completely beyond his control.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario hadn't happened.

To keep the man who'd run away from returning with reinforcements, Abel immediately hoisted the unconscious Luo onto his back and ran.

At some point, the coarse burlap that had been covering Luo's face had fallen off.

As they fled, they passed the long-haired vagrant who had been knocked to the ground at the start. He was now glaring after them with venom in his eyes.

Abel noticed and couldn't help a fierce glint from appearing in his own eyes.

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

A while later, the vagrant who had fled earlier really did come back with several others.

"You useless trash! A bunch of you got beaten by one brat, and you even let one of them get away. You're all worthless!"

A bald vagrant with a fierce-looking face immediately started cursing when he saw the man who had run away.

The others lowered their heads, looking miserable and feeling even more aggrieved.

But while they were being berated, the long-haired vagrant finally recovered enough to speak. "There's definitely something wrong with those two brats."

"What's wrong with them? Are you still not embarrassed enough?!"

The bald vagrant assumed he was just making excuses and immediately mocked him.

The long-haired vagrant looked grim after being insulted, but he insisted, "That brat in the hat 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 were also stunned and frightened.

After all, thanks to the World Government's deliberate propaganda, Lead Sickness was known as an extremely terrifying, incurable, highly contagious disease.

That was precisely why several neighboring countries had joined forces to destroy Freyvans after it tried to resist.

So hearing that possibility out of the blue naturally made them worried and afraid.

"It can't be a mistake. I once saw someone with that disease, and his skin looked exactly like that brat's." The more the long-haired vagrant thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. And even if he turned out to be wrong, it didn't matter. He wanted those two brats dead!

So the more serious he made it sound, the better. He was sure the ambitious bald vagrant wouldn't pass up this opportunity.

"What do we do, boss? I-I touched that brat in the hat just now. Could I have caught it?"

"Get away from me! Keep your distance!"

"Boss, we should get out of here right now. I... I suddenly don't feel so good."

"Why would we leave? You bunch of idiots!"

The bald vagrant's expression darkened at first, but then, as if he'd thought of something, he broke into a sinister grin.

"Listen up, all of you. Those two brats definitely are—no, they have to be remnants who escaped from Freyvans!"

Seeing that the idiots around him were still standing there looking confused, the bald vagrant could only curse them inwardly before explaining.

"This is obviously a planned terrorist attack! Those survivors who escaped from Freyvans are trying to take revenge on the country that destroyed them. They want to spread a terrible disease here, and those two brats are part of their plot."

"But we exposed the Freyvans survivors' conspiracy and discovered those two disease-ridden brats ahead of time."

"Tell me, how will the city official reward us in a situation like this? Money? Houses? Women? Or all of the above?!"

"An opportunity to change your lives is right in front of you. Are you really going to back down?!"

The bald vagrant's words were incredibly persuasive. The men who had looked terrified just moments earlier now wore greedy, excited expressions.

Compared to an invisible, untouchable disease, a "bright future" was clearly much more tempting.

Besides, people always hoped they'd be lucky. No one had said the disease was guaranteed to spread. Otherwise, the soldiers who had gone to destroy Freyvans would have been the first to catch it.

Of course, from now on, they should avoid contact with those two brats as much as possible.

The bald vagrant immediately gave orders. "You two, go get Captain Jess. If necessary, you can let him in on a little 'information,' but be careful not to let word get out ahead of time."

"Got it."

"Don't worry, boss!"

Captain Jess was the local security captain, and the highest-ranking official they usually had any dealings with.

After all, with their lowly status, even if a tremendous reward was placed right in front of them, they still had to be in a position to claim it.

So rather than choke on it themselves, they might as well do someone else a favor.

That way, the big shots could feast, and they could at least get a taste.

The bald vagrant was surprisingly clearheaded. He knew how to use the opportunity to get something for himself instead of keeping the whole thing to himself.

As for the long-haired vagrant, who had set all this in motion, he was getting excited, too. At first, he had only wanted to spread the news so those two brats would be killed, but he hadn't thought any further than that.