Chapter 141: Takeover Begins!
Chapter 140
Twenty minutes later, Max was seen in a taxi, a bag clung tightly in his hand as the car drove faster toward his destination. The dragon himself was the one giving the driver directions, his tone calm but his eyes sharp with focus.
’I hope Kelly is okay. Why the hell did she have to go there personally? And how did she even find the place?’ he thought as the taxi rolled over the cracked road, bouncing slightly with each bump that came its way.
After a few minutes, the taxi rolled to a stop in a quiet, abandoned area. Getting out of the car, Max paid the driver and even gave him extra for being the only one willing to drive all the way out here. Every other driver had flat-out refused, claiming that the place was cursed or filled with thugs.
Once the cab zoomed off, Max scanned the area. His eyes caught a small bush off to the side of a broken fence. Jogging toward it silently, he noticed a familiar female crouched low, peeking toward the distance with tense focus. Placing his palm on her shoulder, she instantly stiffened and slowly turned around—only to see Damian standing behind her.
"You’re here," she said softly, her voice filled with relief before she immediately shot up and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Who asked you to come here alone?" Max scolded, his voice carrying more concern than anger.
"I’m sorry," she whispered, her head still resting on his chest. "It’s just that this is my first mission for you. I needed to play my part perfectly. Otherwise, how else could we reclaim our town back?"
Max sighed and facepalmed lightly before crouching down with her again. "The base?" he asked.
Kelly pointed to the distance, and Max’s gaze followed. His eyes narrowed as the structure came into view.
The base stood at the far edge of town, where paved roads gave way to dirt tracks and the silence hung heavy in the air. Few people ever wandered this far, and that was because the Gray Bulls forbade them. The area was half-abandoned, choked with weeds pushing through cracked pavement, and litter scattered across the ground.
The base itself looked like an enormous warehouse—an ugly, rectangular hulk of rust-stained metal and crumbling concrete, large enough to hold at least five hundred men inside. Its walls were patched with sheets of mismatched steel, and most of the windows were shattered or boarded up, leaving hollow, black openings that looked like eyes watching the streets.
Graffiti covered almost every inch of the outer wall—symbols, crude threats, and territorial warnings all screaming the gang’s dominance. Broken lampposts leaned at odd angles along the dirt road, casting no light, leaving the entire area swallowed in dull shadows even in daylight.
The smell of oil, rust, and damp earth hung in the air, thick and gritty. The only sounds were the faint caw of distant crows and the metallic groan of the warehouse doors whenever the wind brushed against them.
"Sheesh. Even with all the money they’ve been raking in, they couldn’t even redesign their hideout." Max muttered, his tone half amused and half irritated. His eyes scanned the surroundings, noting a few passersby who deliberately kept their distance—none looked like gang members, but every single one made sure to stay at least five meters away from the base.
"So what now?" Kelly asked quietly when she noticed Max stand up. He opened his bag and pulled out something wrapped in black cloth. "What’s that?"
"I’m about to change. Keep a lookout," he ordered, his tone firm.
Kelly’s cheeks flushed red immediately as she turned away to face the distance.
"How do I look?" Max asked after a few minutes.
Kelly turned back around and her eyes widened. The dragon stood draped in a uniform that shimmered with a striking blend of red, gold, and black—crafted not just to impress, but to dominate the gaze of anyone who looked at him.
A deep crimson formed the base of the attire, flowing like silk yet reinforced with hidden strength, its color bold and commanding.
Black accents traced along the seams and edges, sharp and sleek, outlining his build with clean, confident lines. Golden embroidery laced across the chest and shoulders in intricate, flame-like patterns, catching the light in dazzling flashes as if threads of sunlight had been woven directly into the fabric.
His aura seemed to flare subtly, and for a brief second, Kelly could almost swear she saw faint draconic scales glimmer beneath the cloth.
She swallowed hard. "You... you look incredible," she muttered, half dazed.
"Good," Max said calmly, cracking his neck slightly. "Then it’s time to pay the Gray Bulls a visit."
The shoulders bore light golden plates, polished to a mirror finish, while the cuffs and belt gleamed with metallic trims that gave the entire outfit a regal edge.
Max clung onto something and on a closer look, it turned out to be a mask.
The mask was a masterpiece in itself — smooth, form-fitting, and shaped to cover the face without hiding its human outline. Its base gleamed in black, streaked with bold crimson lines that curved like flowing fire, converging at the center.
Around the eyes, golden outlines framed the gaze, making the eyes appear sharper and more piercing, as if lit from within. The lower half bore subtle engravings that shimmered faintly when tilted under the light, giving the mask an almost living presence.
Scales could be seen running through the mask’s body as a design of a scaly tail was seen on it, making it look strikingly scary.
"Th...why does it look like a gang uniform?" Kelly asked as she shot up.
"That is because it is. I will explain later, just hold onto this bag and my clothes, I would be back. Time for a takeover." Max grinned, and then he placed the mask over his face while his hair changed colour from ash to blue.
It fitted nicely on his face as he calmly walked over, and after a minute or two, he could be seen directly in front of the base.
"Now how do I go in? Rough and intimidating or?" He muttered as he stared at the door, and as he lifted his hand about to knock, the door opened up as two men came out.
It looked like they were headed somewhere as they were stunned to see a strangely dressed man in front of them.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The men immediately asked as they were instantly on guard.
"What do I want huh? It’s actually simple, all I want is your lives and your gang."
Bang!
The sound was so loud as Max unleashed a solid punch that slammed into one of the men, sending his body hurling inside.
Tring!
{Take over has begun!}
{Quest Alert!}
{Host wants to take over the Gray Bulls Gang! Either defeat them all, or make them totally surrender to you! Prove to them that you are a true dragon and make them pay for ever crossing your path.}
{Rewards: ???}
"Beautiful."