Bullseye swore, after all these years of committing evil deeds, he had already prepared himself for an ugly death.
But he truly, truly never thought: the feeling of "wishing you were dead" was really worse than just dying!
The pain below his waist made it hard for him to stand. The unspeakable agony scattered his thoughts, making it impossible to focus.
Someone actually aimed directly for his manhood on the first strike!
And they even used a knee strike!
Bullseye felt like he wanted to devour this guy's heart on the spot...
But there was nothing he could do, he didn't even dare make too many moves!
That guy's speed... was just unnatural!
...
While Bullseye felt like he was facing a deadly threat, Leon, on the other hand, was much more at ease.
To be honest, Leon didn't mean to go that hard!
Maybe he was too hasty with his attack earlier, and the timing between his charge and lifting his leg wasn't quite right. He was clearly a bit too slow.
As a result, the knee that was originally aimed at the stomach... slipped just a bit lower...
"Come on, man! It's just an inch or two, is it that big of a deal?" Leon quipped sarcastically.
Try it yourself and see if it's a big deal or not!
Besides! It was more than an inch or two!
As they say, those who are harsh on others are often harsher on themselves!
After about a minute, Bullseye was finally able to stand, though his twitching mouth and the cold sweat streaming down his face made it clear he was still in a lot of pain. But in the end, he managed to get up!
Leon glanced at Bullseye's groin, then at his own knee.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…"
Leon's smug, head-shaking expression was infuriating!
"So, what's it gonna be? Want me to beat you to death, or are you going to off yourself? Or I've got a friend who needs a dissection cadaver teacher right now. You're a bit incomplete, but we don't mind! After we slice you up, there's a $0.25 compensation fee."
"Beneficiary would be me—wanna consider that?"
Can't I just live?
Bullseye used to be the type who was tough and talkative. But before, he was always on the stronger side. Even when he crossed paths with Kingpin, he knew that what Kingpin wanted most was his loyalty, not the corpse of a defiant man.
But this masked guy was different!
He really... just wanted to kill me...
"What would it take for you to let me go?" Bullseye asked, and Leon almost didn't react.
What kind of villain is this?!
Huh?
What happened to that bone-deep madness?
I've seen other villains go down fighting, even biting off a piece of their opponent! Or they'd laugh maniacally and say, "I'll be back in 18 years, a hero once more!"
Why is it that every villain I run into gives up at the first sign of defeat?
Disappointing!
"Hmm…"
Leon pretended to be in deep thought.
"Can you kill Kingpin for me?"
"I can."
No hesitation.
With a calm tone and an even expression, Bullseye said he'd follow the orders of the very man who had just kneed him in his most vulnerable spot to kill his current boss.
Aside from the cold sweat still pouring down his face, and his twitching mouth slightly ruining his tough-guy image, Bullseye was a picture of determination, the kind you see in someone who has no choice but to stand tall!
Then Leon responded, sounding thrilled, "You're dreaming!"
Leon was furious!
How could anyone be like this?
Being disloyal didn't bother him—that was totally in character for someone like Bullseye. He never had principles anyway.
What made Leon angry was: this guy didn't just want to escape, he also wanted to steal Kingpin's purification value before Leon could get it!
Unbelievable!
I don't even know how I'm going to count Wesley's purification value yet, and now you're trying to bring this up!
With one swift motion, Leon dashed forward and delivered a spinning kick!
Normally, with Bullseye's skill, he should've been able to at least dodge Leon's speed-based attacks. At the very least, he could've traded blows.
But this situation was special!
As soon as Bullseye tried to duck and avoid the kick, his leg tensed, and the pain between his legs flared up again!
His strength gave out, his knees buckled, and though he dodged, he ended up on his knees.
Ping...
A fifty-cent coin landed in front of him.
"It's not a holiday, so I can't give you much more than that!"
Though he didn't understand Leon's meaning, the condescending tone and the way he toyed with him like a puppy were clear enough.
I can't take this anymore!
...but I have to...
Picking up the coin, Bullseye made a vow: if he survived this, he'd find a way to push that coin bit by bit into this masked man's eye!
There would be no mercy—only pain!
"I can't believe you actually took it! Shameless! You didn't even call me 'dad' or bow your head!"
Leon kicked Bullseye in the nose, the force sending him spinning in midair.
If this were a diving competition in the Philippines, it'd be an Olympic-level performance!
"Not a splash! Nice!"
Oh!
"I forgot this was solid ground, hehe, no water here... Hey, by the way, you wanna give another performance in the pool in your backyard?"
Leon grabbed Bullseye by the leg and started dragging him towards the courtyard.
The constant thudding sounds were Bullseye's head knocking against the ground's decorations.
Leon deliberately picked places with more obstacles to drag him over, walking fast sometimes, slow at others. And the rhythm? Pretty catchy!
"Hey? You awake?"
After circling the yard for the third time, Leon heard a weak groan from behind.
"I just thought of a way to cure vegetative patients! Want to hear it? I'm telling you, if I win a medical award, you'd be the first person I thank!"
Bullseye, dazed and barely conscious, only felt a numbing pain in his groin, a soreness in his nose, and his head throbbed. He wasn't sure what Leon was saying—the buzzing in his ears was too loud.
"Let... let me go…"
Bullseye knew he couldn't beat this guy. Pretending to be tough would only lead to more suffering.
"Ugh!"
Leon's good mood was ruined instantly. Why couldn't this guy play along for once?
No wonder he probably had no friends!
With the way you talk, I bet no one ever invited you to go to the restroom with them in school!
Stepping on Bullseye's clenched right hand, Leon ground his heel as Bullseye yelped in pain. Then Leon retrieved his fifty-cent coin from his outstretched hand.
"No can do! I've got my own problems. Think about it—if I let you go today, I won't even be able to eat breakfast tomorrow, might not even manage three bowls of rice."
Lightly balancing the coin on Bullseye's motionless head, Leon said:
"For the sake of my appetite, you'll just have to make a little sacrifice!"
"Sound good?"
Lifting his foot, Leon stomped down hard on the coin.
Bullseye, done for.
(End of Chapter)