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Originally, he was planning to have the old guy and the middle-aged man lead the way, but who would've thought the two of them were so terrified their legs gave out and they just couldn't stand up no matter what? Hayato couldn't help but feel speechless, but whatever—he didn't plan to make things harder for them anyway.
After asking where that fake-tough-guy organization had their headquarters, Hayato just headed over on his own.
The sky was overcast, and rain kept falling from above. Hayato stood in the rain, staring at the building in front of him. Gotta say, this place looked way better than the buildings around it.
At the very least, it had a bit of a luxurious vibe. Above the entrance hung a huge plaque with three bold words: Green Demon.
As he looked at the sign and listened to the sounds of drinking, partying, and even couples flirting and laughing inside, a surge of rage built up in Hayato's chest. It was so strong he could feel the Hulk within starting to stir, like he might lose control and transform any second.
He quickly shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the urge to transform. But that anger inside still needed an outlet. So, without any hesitation, he bent his knees and leapt into the air. His foot came crashing down onto the sign, and with a loud crack, the whole thing shattered into pieces.
"Who's there?!"
Someone inside had heard the commotion and poked his head out to see what was going on—only to be met with a fist. The next moment, he was unconscious.
Hayato didn't even glance at the guy whose head he'd just smashed in. With a sudden burst of speed, he charged inside. The anger burning in him was about to explode into full-on fury.
At this point, he didn't care if there were any bystanders in there—people who might've been tricked or just showed up curious without knowing the truth.
Right now, he only wanted one thing: to beat the hell out of everyone in there. As for whether some of them were innocent? That wasn't something he gave a damn about.
Screams echoed nonstop from inside the building—panic, despair, and raw terror, like a real demon was tearing through the place. People nearby could faintly hear the noise too, but instead of checking it out, they got even more scared.
One by one, they shrank back, covered their ears, trying desperately not to hear a thing, wishing they could just find a hole to crawl into and hide until it all blew over.
Blood started to seep out from the building, only to be quickly washed away by the rain. It didn't take long for all the noise inside to die down.
Then, a muscular figure stepped out of the building—it was Hayato, the same person who had charged in moments earlier.
Now, he was drenched in blood from head to toe, looking like a demon risen from a pool of gore. Just the sight of him made people tremble.
His expression was cold and emotionless. After wiping out everyone inside—man or woman—Hayato finally felt that rage within him settle down.
As for the so-called tough guys who were throwing their weight around using the "Green Demon" name, they were just a bunch of thugs to begin with—violent drifters.
When they heard that a real "Green Demon" existed here, they'd wanted to join him. But after realizing Hayato didn't give a damn about power or status, and pretty much kept to himself except for the bare minimum needed to survive, they started getting greedy ideas.
They began pulling together gangs and enjoying the benefits of the Green Demon's name—benefits that should've belonged to Hayato alone.
Thanks to that name, they'd been living pretty damn well. Even other local groups were wary of them and kept their distance out of fear.
With no one calling them out for months, they really thought they could just keep riding this wave. Too bad for them—Hayato showed up today and wiped them out, every last one.
He stepped back out into the heavy rain, leaving bloody footprints behind him—though the downpour quickly washed them away. It was like this rain had come just for him, to wash away all the blood and clean him off.
By the time Hayato made it back to his own doorstep, there wasn't a trace of blood left on him. It was as if he'd turned back into a normal, clean man.
All in all, Hayato was pretty satisfied with the results of his recent training. He'd killed all those people without transforming into the Hulk, and even his hands weren't trembling afterward. Compared to before, it was like night and day.
The sky was still dark, but after the slaughter, Hayato's mind had finally calmed down. He stepped up to his front door and pushed it open—
Whoosh!
A flash of cold steel suddenly appeared—
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