Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 44 (Part 2):

Unable to bear the humiliation of retreating, they yearned to see the boy, who had boldly stared them down, kneeling before them, sobbing and stripped of his possessions.

One man signaled the server.

“Hey, you got a spare key, right? Bring it.”

“That, that’s…”

It was clearly wrong to give out keys to guests’ rooms, not to mention against the rules.

But faced with the threat of a fist the size of a boulder, the server’s resolve crumbled.

“You little… Won’t move unless it’s the hard way?”

“Working in this tiny inn and you want a hard life?”

Fear of the immediate fist outweighed the distant law. The server, terrified, handed over the key.

A couple of hours later, the men made their move, quietly ascending the stairs to the door, threatening the server to act as their shield.

“Hurry and open the door, you bastard.”

If the boy noticed, they planned to use the server as a human shield. With a grim face, the server unlocked the door.

Click. The door opened with a faint sound. The darkened room, curtains drawn, was barely visible.

The server quickly backed away, but one man grabbed him to prevent escape.

“Where do you think you’re going? Stay right here!”

They couldn’t risk attracting attention. The rest squeezed into the narrow room in single file.

The lead man, wielding a club, struck the bed with no mercy. Thud! The force could have broken bones.

“What?”

The sensation was off. It felt as if he had hit an empty, covered bed.

Then, the door closed behind them. Clunk. The light leaking in from the opened door vanished, plunging them into complete darkness.

The five men were trapped in the small room.

“What the hell!”

“Where is he!”

“That rat bastard! Catch him!”

In the darkness, they flailed wildly, shouting, but only managed to grab each other.

A small figure began to move in the darkness. Snap! Snap! Crack! It felt like being hit with a metal rod, excruciating pain assaulting their bodies.

The pain of being stabbed in the solar plexus made one vomit and crouch. Another felt as if his leg had broken.

Blindly swinging their arms, the men screamed in agony.

“Agh! Where are you!”

“Open the window!”

Someone tried to pull back the curtain to let in outside light. But before he could, he saw something else.

A flash in the darkness. A lethal intent reflected in the pitch-black pupils.

Crash! The body that had been by the window fell outside.

The heavy sound of flesh hitting the ground echoed. At least one bone must have broken.

The broken window allowed light to spill in, revealing a room in chaos, filled with groaning or unconscious men.

Helmut looked on with an expressionless face.

“Ugh.”

Stepping on a groaning man’s wrist, Helmut’s foot pressed down hard.

The groan turned into a scream, quickly silenced by a kick to the jaw.

Helmut was displeased. He had liked the soft bedding and had planned to rest comfortably until these unwelcome guests arrived.

What should he do with them?

The answer came quickly. They weren’t even worth drawing his sword against.

Familiar with the darkness, Helmut had seen their every move, controlling his killing intent and using his sheath to deal blows.

Making sure the conscious ones were knocked out, he stepped outside to see the pale-faced server.

“Ru, run away, sir!”

Helmut raised an eyebrow.

“Why should I run?”

Against such weaklings, why would he need to flee?

“Those people are from the Black Hawk gang. Since the person they were holding got away, they’ll definitely bring more members. You must leave the village quickly!”

Helmut tilted his head.

“What’s Black Hawk?”

“It, it’s a notorious thieves organization that dominates the underworld! Those men are part of it. They’ll come back with their gang for revenge!”

“…”

Helmut pondered for a moment. Would attacking their gang bring higher-ups? Would stronger opponents come?

‘That could be interesting.’

“They’re incredibly persistent! If you don’t escape now, our inn will be destroyed.”

Finally revealing his true concerns, the server clasped his head. The thought of the gang attacking the inn was terrifying.

Why should he suffer for a conflict between the inn and the gang, especially since the owner had quickly disappeared after the men arrived?

‘This is going to be troublesome.’

Though the fate of the inn didn’t concern him, Helmut decided to leave.

Not because he felt threatened, but because attracting attention for such matters was inconvenient. After all, he had places to go.

“Alright, I’ll leave.”

Helmut began to pack his things, then pointed at the fallen men.

“Charge their room to them.”

Having lost his comfortable night’s rest, Helmut decided to generously overlook the server’s mistake of leading the men to his room.

It was the fate of the weak to succumb to the strong.

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