Vol.2: Chapter 11 – Trouble Maker part 2

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Translated by Tianic, edited by Grammarly

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“[dropcap]B[/dropcap]itch!” My blood boiled when I noticed a gloating dogface was pulling the city alarm. Therefore I quickly rode back to the gate, and intended to make some trouble before somebody else did! As long as I have not passed the gate, no one can sue me!

“These bastards! Kick their ass as hard as you can. And spare your weapons, damn it!” I ordered loudly and jumped off the horseback, a riding fistfight was not my strong suit.

A fireball took shape in Jack’s hand then was tossed into the garrison crowd. Jack made the fireball very large once he heard that I didn’t mention to hold magic. The fireball closed the range fast which scared those human-bullying asses to scurry off like frightened rats. They must think that we would head straightly in town instead of going back.

Driven by my horsemen, those who were too scared to face a fireball quickly spread. After, my riders quickly dismounted and aimed to hit. In such a narrowed space, a horseback fight was indeed unwise.

The bloodstained captain of the garrison, who was caught in my hand by the collar, was screaming and cursing, “How dare you rats… in DC! Y’all all be dead! Ahhhhh!”

I slammed him on the ground and stomped on his neck.

“Well! You dare me!” I looked at my men, “I am Cohen Kheda, Viceroy of Dark City! Today I’m going to teach these bastards a lesson! You come here, I dare you not! You’ll die!”

Hearing this, the rest guards who were running off the wall stopped their feet, rather they surrounded us in a safe circle.

This infantry team was thirty people-ish, who should handle us, twenty soldiers, easily. However, these spoiled capital guards had learned nothing more than how to stand in formation. They weren’t equipped with anything of a fistfight.

In regards to my guards, they fought fiercely, kicked vigorously and fist swung sharply. Those infantry people winded in a complete mess. In a moment, it was us alone that stood.

The ones who lied on the ground groaned and begged for mercy as alarms numbered up rapidly throughout the airspace above DC. Finally, the last and the biggest bell rang.

Alarms were orders. Citizens who heard them hence began collecting their valuables, shutting their doors. Armies started mobilizing. Officers, big or small, ran to their positions. All city was muddled up in a rumble.

“You can’t run away!” The squad leader under my foot struggled and yelled, “Let me go!”

“Go? You started the whole fucking thing!” I was filled with anger and told Jack, “C’mere, make him a naked pig!”

“Boss,” Jack and one of my guards came along, “What’s a naked pig?”

“Strip him off!”


“Hang him upside down!”

Jack was very quick and neat, he instantly ‘nakedized’ that soldier while the other guard found a rope from god-knows-where then hanged that man on the gate.

“Funky! You are?” I whipped one more time, “Acting like a big shot!”

“Your Excellency!” Maiza approached, “Their backup is here.”

I looked in his direction and discovered a string of floating dust afar. It was an army of cavalries. On the other path, sounds of armors clashing were getting nearer, that’s mobile infantry.

“No biggie, spread out and show your guard sigils. Bring their headman to me.” I told Maiza but didn’t forget to keep on whipping because I intend to make the scene bigger, big enough to let His Majesty know.

“Listen! You people!” The backup shouted out loudly, “Drop your weapons! Seize fire!”

“We are guards of the Dark City viceroy!” Jack shouted, “The Viceroy is here! Get your captain down here.”

An officer-like tall guy came running with a few subordinates only to discover the naked pig and a handful of troopers lying about.

“Viceroy of Dark City?” After the initial shock, he said, “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t you see that?” I said without looking at him and gave another harsh whipping on the naked pig, “Fistfighting and ass-kicking!”

“Drop it!” He was clearly irritated by my attitude, “I SAID DROP IT!”

“Okay, alright.” I turned my body and gazed at him, “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the DOD officer on duty today!” A trooper yelled.

“Officer?” I dropped my whip and pointed at his nose, “That’s your man on the gate?”

“En… yes.” This so-called officer took a while to recognize his subordinate, “Why did you do that?”

“He’s not my problem.” I grinned, “Why do you think I summoned you here?”

The officer was slightly confused, one second later his face bloomed out blood. I was not a face hitter, but he was covered in armor, and slapping him will hurt my palm.

“Commander… he’s beaten by Viceroy Cohen Khe….ahh ahh!” The soldier was beaten down before he could finish.

“Fuck! That viceroy!”


“I heard he’s a new nobility…”

“He’s a nobility, so does our commander! Fight!”

“Don’t use your weapon!”

“Then don’t use it! Let’s fist… fight!”

After an uproar and confused voices, these guys straightened things up and dropped their weapons and armors, and rushed towards us, as some smart asses were off to inform their supervisors.

An even bigger fistfight has begun, noble guards vs. infantries without armor and weapons.

My guards were robust and sturdy but being outnumbered. They didn’t say much but fought dirtily while the opposing troopers pressed forward without fear. The once wide gate seemed narrower now. Tens and hundreds of people were fighting the tunnel, and every now and then one could hear cryings like “Ouch! Awwwww! My junk!”.

The cavalrymen that arrived apparently had first info on this. They held a ‘no participating, no encouraging, and no preventing’ attitude and stood nicely and silently aside. Compared to the fight on our side, the situation was weird and bizarre.

Some of my guards lined up into two rows to block the gate, and I stood in between dodging and fighting. My men were well-trained in stepping pace; being outnumbered, on the contrary, gave us the edge. In contrast, the infantry troopers were in misery. To begin with, there was not much who was brave enough to hit a nobleman, plus those situation unknowners who stood in the back were trying to make their way forward, and the front people who got beaten sought to fall back. Thus they were huddled up and beaten down. Jack was a clever one. As long as he saw a chance, he’ll drag a man with a collar ornament and beat his ass.

Anyone who had participated in a group fight knew that once it started, there was no way for it to stop. To summarize the current chaotic condition, there were people around watching, cheering, yelling “watch out”, whistling around, crazy fighters who were too mad to hear.

“I am ×× deputy general! Stop!”

(Sorry, didn’t hear you!)

“I am ×× officer! Stop!”

(Heard you this time, but can’t stop.)

“I am ×× general, damn it!”

The infantries were seized by the order; nevertheless, our fists have launched anyway. As a result, they still got hit. So many tears as they bled and shouted: “You crossed the line!” Then two parties messed up one more time.

“BANG” Several fireballs dropped in my enemies crowd. Though the fireballs’ size and power were intentionally reduced, well, fireballs were still fireballs.

“Who the fuck did that!!!”

“Mother fucker! We have fireballs too!” A man put out the fire and shouted.

“Fuck!” A general with a suit of silver armor yelled, “I did that! Who’s yelling?”

Silver armor, he was a royal guard.

“They did!” Both sides were acting as if they have colluded, several fingers pointed at the opposing side.

“His Majesty’s order!” The silver general glanced at me, “You all to the square! Now!

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