Five minutes later.
Boom!
Park Il-hun smashed through several walls in succession and crashed into the gas station in the next block.
"M-murder!"
"Call the cops!"
"Is... is that the leader?"
The gas station employees looked at one another.
Park Il-hun looked nothing like a leader now.
His face was bruised and swollen, and his clothes had burned to ashes.
More than a dozen holes had been stabbed through his abdomen, chest, and limbs.
"Are Sixth Awakening guys this weak?"
The three brothers swaggered into the gas station.
On the resource-starved Peninsula, even gas stations like this had guards.
But these guards, working for fixed wages, had no desire to resist after seeing their leader beaten to a pulp. They all fled in a flash.
"Stop... stop a second... wait!"
Park Il-hun had just tried to get up when Old Sword planted a foot on his chest and pinned him back to the ground.
Old Spear angrily pulled out a fuel nozzle and walked up to him. "Your fucking mouth stinks. Let me wash it out for you. Open up!"
"Brother, brother..."
Smack! Old Wine slapped him across the face. "Who the fuck is your brother?"
"Don't know our Brother Nine, huh? Come on, we'll introduce you today."
The three brutally held him down. Old Spear punched his teeth to pieces and shoved the fuel nozzle into his mouth.
As the meter shot upward, gasoline poured into Park Il-hun's mouth as though it cost nothing.
"Cough... don't! I'm the Gathering Zone's steward... I'm useful!"
His belly visibly swelled into a round bulge.
Only when they saw that he had drunk enough did the three stop.
"Know our Brother Nine now?"
"Yes, yes! The Ninth Master of Chun Prefecture... I know him!"
He no longer dared put on airs, nodding nonstop