Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Chapter 125: 125: In the Dark Alley

After visiting Fatty, the five ate in a restaurant in the city before they parted. Then Caleb decided to head to the 3rd District as he was the members who decided to celebrate their success. It was Shu who proposed it, though.

'Celebration with the Team Seven...' Caleb walked into the dark alley with a pensive expression. He was on his way to the location Shu gave to him.

After a few twists and turns in the street. Caleb suddenly stopped on his feet. Then he turned around and said:

"You can come out now... You've been following me for six minutes straight. Now, that I'm alone. Why don't you guys dare to come out?"

"Oh... Since when did you know we're following you? Six minutes ago?" A man with long hair that reached his shoulders came out of the shade of the barbershop. He had a yellow skin tone. A set of braces on his teeth that he proudly displays.

The man has yellow eyes, as if it could see through the soul. Wide forehead that could fit and make a perfect landing for airplanes. He was dressed in a white blazer and blue jeans, with a black T-shirt underneath.

Caleb could see another two shadows beside the man. He could feel that the three in front of him were just regular people. The question is... Why did they follow him? He doesn't look rich, right? These bunches in front of him would stoop so low to follow a 17-year-old? It doesn't make sense to him.

"You kid... Handover all your valuables and we will let you die in peace." Beside the long-haired man. The two hidden silhouettes finally showed themselves.

Caleb was stunned when he heard this. He was actually getting robbed? What's worse... They don't even want to let him live even if he hands something? He looked at the three in front of him as if he was looking at three corpses. "If you don't seek death, you won't die."

"What? Are saying something kid? Hahaha. He looks terrified. He couldn't even move."

"Do I look at someone with money?" Curious about this, Caleb stared at the three.

The long-haired one, who seemed to be the leader, shook his head and grinned. "No. But we saw you come out from Blitz restaurant with three other kids. So, hand over your money if you want a quick death."

'That's it.' Caleb nodded as he finally understood the cause. "Now... Since you want to kill me. Then don't blame me. Blame your heads." He looked at the man on the left of the long-haired man. He knew that they would be his second and fourth kill in this world.

On the left side, it was a guy with a rugged, unshaven face, bearing the scars of countless brawls, with a prominent, crooked nose. He has piercing, hawk-like eyes with a cold, calculating stare that gives away little emotion, reflecting a life of street smarts and deception.

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He boasts a formidable, burly physique with bulging biceps and tattooed arms that hint at his strength. A jagged, snarling scar on his left cheek adds to his menacing appearance. The man was impressively standing at an imposing 6 feet 5 inches (approx. 1.96 meters), He towers over most, his broad shoulders emphasizing his dominating presence. His muscular frame exudes power.

He's dressed in a black leather jacket, emphasizing his tough exterior. The jacket features various metal studs and chains, adding to his menacing image.

Tattered, dark jeans and scuffed combat boots complete his ensemble, showcasing a rough-and-ready style.

'Honestly. These guys look like damn thugs.'

On the right, the other guy shares uncanny similarities in style and posture. A face marked by a twisted sneering grin exhibits a mocking and sinister expression. His thin lips curl into a taunting smile.

His narrow, cunning eyes seem to be constantly scheming. It reminded Caleb of Jin. However, the one in front of him was a cheap version.

He possesses a lean and wiry build. Tattoos of various symbols and cryptic markings cover his forearms. Stature at 5 feet 10 inches (approx. 1.78 meters), he's of average height but radiates an air of menace that belies his size.

He wears a dark, hooded jacket that obscures his features in shadows. Faded black jeans and worn sneakers provide a nonchalant, streetwise look, suggesting a disregard for convention.

"Mate, doesn't he look good? He looks like a royal prince with his pale skin. I suggest we sell him to those slavers. We will get a large sum."

"Well, are you seeking death? The constables have their attention to slaver merchants now due to the last incident. If you want to die, don't fucking pull me." The long-haired guy made a snarky remark and looked at the guy on his right mockingly.

Caleb's eyes change when he hears the term slavery. Who would have known slavery still exists even though the world is already in Apocalypse? Though he didn't intend to go his way to get rid of it. After all, there is no benefit to him. However, he, who lives under a safe roof and freedom era, slavery still left a bad taste in his mouth. Since there are people involved in it in front of him. Might as well take care of them.

"Let me clean you guys."

Seeing Caleb walking towards them fearlessly in such a casual manner made the three thugs laugh.

"Look. This one is quite brave! Hahaha!"

"Well, what an obedient kid. Do you dare to send yourself to us? When you become a slave, you would become the plaything of someone ya know? Then if they become bored with you, they will discard you and someone will skin you alive once you lose your usefulness."

The three took out knives. The one in the middle even licked the blade with his tongue with a perverted grin. Then three lunged at Caleb in three directions.

Seeing this, Caleb closed his eyes, which made the three thought that Caleb accepted his fate, which made their grin even wider. However, the next seconds made them dumbfounded.

The kid evaded every stab and thrust from them, maneuvering skillfully around with his eyes closed, whilst still humming a lullaby.

Suddenly, the three felt a sticky sensation on their feet and arms, then the knives in their hands flew out from their grasp, and the knives got pulled away by what seemed to be purple sticky ropes, which also bound their arms.

"What are these!?"