Idle Money System

"This kid is really courageous; he was not even frightened after being pointed at a gun at his head." One of the men praised as he rested his hands on the railway looking below.

"You're right. That kid deserves an award for that." The man beside him responded, and suddenly his expression turns cold like a serial killer.

"And that reward is torture, Hehe." He chuckled at the end.

Alexander glanced at the gun pointed at him. Then, shifting his gaze, he looked at Magnus, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, too bad that this rifles had no eyes. Why don't you shoot, if it can hit me?" Alexander muttered calmly, making the two men who were pointing at him freeze.

"I think this kid is really mentally ill," The man bellowed, looking at him like an idiot.

The other guy just looked at Alexander, a wide sneer present on his face.

"Kid, do you really want to see the coffin? To make you take this matter seriously?" the man said with red eyes.

Alexander just tilted his head a little, "All of you are not enough to make me serious,"

Hearing his arrogant words, Magnus could not take it anymore. He was literally holding himself from beating this kid because he was strong.

Now that they are at their base, who was he to be scared? pulling the pistol on the man who was pointing at Alexander furiously.

The man frowned since that gun was his, but he just snorted waiting for Magnus to punish the arrogant kid.

"You are so arrogant for a little kid with weak little arms, and weak little legs." Magnus roared angrily as he loaded the gun, ready to shoot at any moment.

The muzzle of the gun was just 7 inches away from Alexander's face; if it was triggered, he would likely die from it. But that only applies to a normal person.

"Weak?" Alexander, hearing this, smiled slyly, "Who was so afraid that he even had to be so respectful in front of me a few minutes ago?" he said with a scornful look.

This fueled Magnus's anger even more. "You asked for it." With that, he pulled the trigger, and the pistol exploded.

A bullet began to fly out, aiming at him. Alexander saw this as he watched the bullet flying towards him. It was so slow, so slow, that he was like a flash at this moment.

Extending his hand, Alexander caught the bullet with his right hand. Magnus, who was smiling widely, was frozen in place.

The two men holding the rifle were also looking at this scene in disbelief, while the three men behind Alexander were sweating like crazy.

Hearing the loud gun shout, the other members of the black serpent gang above the floor, watching this scene, cannot see clearly.

They were a little bit confused since the kid had not fallen yet after getting pointed at and shot in close parameters.

"That-that's Impossi.." He did not finish his words when a heavy kick hit his abdomen.

His face contorted into an ugly expression. It was so heavy that he felt like his waist was broken.

The food he had eaten this afternoon felt like it was about to thrown up even though he had digested it.

The kick he sent out was just a normal kick, but its power was so devastating since Magnus destroyed the door, which was tightly closed, when he dropped to the floor.

He did not stop as he continued to skid down the corridor, stopping at the end of the wall.

The two men with the rifle, who are momentarily stunned, are brought back, filled with fear.

One of the men shouted, "Fire, kill, kill this monster." he said, filled with a look of fear.

Then, the two rifles began to shoot rapidly; bullets were flinging toward Alexander in a frenzy.

The gang members above leaned over the railers, trying to get a better look at the commotion below.

They did not see Alexander suddenly kick one of them for the shout; they only heard a muffling sound.

Alexander didn't even flinch; with an almost bored expression, he shifted slightly, dodging the bullet with minimal effort.

His movements were precise, filled with fluidity, and almost too fast to follow his moving figure.

To the men firing, it was if he were just a blur of images, dissapering and reappering between their shots.

The three men who were behind Alexander were the ones who got hit as the rain of bullets got buried inside them.

The three of them were pushed back as the other gang members above the railings finally knew what was happening.

Suddenly, one of the riflemen's magazines clicked empty. Panic began to spread across his face as he scrambled to reload it.

Filled with fear, he dropped the magazine, but Alexander didn't give him the chance. In an instant, Alexander closed the distance, appearing in front of him like a ghost.

Before the man could react, Alexander's fist drove into his chest with a thunderous impact.

The force sent him flying backward, slamming into the railing on the second floor with a loud clang.

The railing bent under the force, and the man's body slumped lifelessly onto the walkway, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

But he is alive since Alexander did not receive any notifications. He controlled his strength a little because he couldn't be a rouge in his own world because this place had its own set of rules.

If he just killed people if he wanted to, then he would be sentenced to life in prison because of that reason.

"Mommy..." The second riflesman, was trembling uncontrollably, he had already reloaded his gun aiming towards Alexander.

His hands were shaking so much that he could barely aim, "Stay back!" he shouted, his voice cracking.

Alexander simply smirked, darting forward before the man could pull the trigger. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle and bent it effortlessly with his bare hand, rendering the weapon useless.

The man, seeing his gun turned into scraps, widened in sheer horror, but before he could scream like a girl in distress.

Alexander sent him flying with a backhanded slap so powerful it knocked him out cold. The man's body skidded across the floor, stopping only when it hit the wall.

He was knocked out just besides Magnus who's life and death is still unknown, by now the members of the Black Serpent Gang above had fully grasped the situation.

It just took a matter of seconds before they could even assist them, their contempt towards his stupidity earlier were feeling incredulous.

One of them shouted, "Our brother was killed by this kid! Get him!"

Dozens of gang members surged down the stairs and balconies, some of them were wielding bats, knives and even more guns.

The space was filled with chaos, and Alexander was surrounded from all sides. Seeing this scene, Alexander cracked his knuckles.

"Looking for Info is really hard; a fight is really inevitable," he muttered.

The first group to reach him swung their bats wildly, but Alexander did not dodge. Gripping one man by the ankle, he effortlessly lifted him up to the air.

With a swift motion, he hurled the man into two others, sending them crashing into the open space.

Another gang member lunged at him with a knife, aiming for his chest. Alexander caught the blade mid-swing between his fingers and snapped it like a twig.

Before the attacker could react, Alexander drove his elbow into the man's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground.

Not giving him a chance to breathe, bullets began to rain again, Alexander weaved through the chaos, dodging everyshot with inhuman precision.

At one point, he grabbed a nearby gang member by the collar and used him as a shield.

Even though the bullets cannot hurt him, what about his clothes? The bullets embedded harmlessly into the man's back.

With a single push, Alexander sent the human shield flying into a group of attackers, knocking them all over like bowling pins.

The gang members on the upper levels began to realize the futility of their weapons. One of them shouted, "Get the heavy artillery! Bring the RPG hurry!".

"RPG? But what about our headquarters?" The man asked, only to receive a slap in his face.

"Are you stupid? What is the purpose of an RPG if it cannot save us at this moment?" he said, pulling him by the collar.

The man was very angry after getting slapped and pulled by him in the collar. He was just a member, the same as him, and he dared to do this to him.

With that he punched the man in the face, and the hit was so clean that the man fell to the floor. Seeing that he was hit, he became even more angry since he was already angry in the first place.

But before they continued their shenanigans, Alexander leaped up, landing on the second-floor walkway with enough force to rattle the entire structure.

With a sweeping kick, he sent these two men tumbling over the rail. Alexander dashed forward, sweeping his way.

Their screams echoed as they fell into the courtyard below. Another tried to tackle him from behind, but Alexander grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the wall, leaving a dent in the concrete.

"This is the work of a devil. This kid is a demon!" they all thought, looking at Alexander, filled with fear.

Their morales were crumbled into pieces, their numbers dwindled rapidly, and those who could stand began backing away.

Alexander, however, showed no signs of fatigue. His strikes were as devastating as ever, each one landing with great precision.

The remaining gang members dropped their weapons and fled one by one, their courage now broken to pieces.

Alexander just stood at the center of the carnage, his clothes unruffled, and his expression was calm.

Around him lay the unconscious and groaning bodies of the Black Serpent Gang.

Above, the few gang members still conscious watched from the railings, too terrified to move.

They knew they had messed with the wrong person this time. Alexander glanced up at them, his piercing gaze sending a chill down their spines.

Without a word, they scattered, vanishing into the motel's rooms.

The last one who was too slow, when he turned around, Alexander was already in front of him, his gaze as cold as ice.