The Black Swan Behind (Beauty of Fire)

142 The Enemy Of Your Enemy Is Your Friend

Marcel saw the figure of his grandmother standing scared amid the chaos. With quick steps, he entered the battlefield with fists that flew straight at the thugs.

Emma realized that a man had come to help her. She smiled in relief when she realized that it was Marcel Douglas. From this moment, she could also see a bit of Marcel Douglas’ fighting ability. Emma didn’t think that the classy-model-like man turned out to be very adept at fighting. From his techniques, Emma could tell that he was good at Muaythai and Wrestling.

With the joining of the two fighting monsters, in an instant, the group of thugs that had previously numbered a dozen of men was now just left a few. On the other hand, four black cars suddenly came. From inside the cars, a dozen men in black clothes came out and immediately enlivened the battle arena. However, it seemed that they arrived too late because all the enemies had already been overthrown by their Boss Marcel and a midget man wearing a black helmet.

After feeding his fist into the jaw of the last standing man, Marcel walked over, didn’t care that his feet had stepped on the many limbs of the men lying on the asphalt. He approached a large man with short, thin hair. He knew that the man was the leader of the small motorized group.

Roughly, Marcel tugged the collar of the face-battered man so that he could sit up from his supine position, “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY GRANDMA?!!” Marcel growled while hitting the man in the face many times.

Emma just watched the incident in silence. The short-haired man that Marcel was beating up, for some reason, had been so persistent in attacking Emma earlier. He attacked her blindly as if he had a hidden grudge over her, even though Emma herself had never seen the man’s face. Even so, the man with the big body ended up battered in Emma’s hands in the end. It was because he fought by relying on his anger so it was effortless for Emma to defeat him, even though his body was much bigger than her.

“Can’t believe how cowardly you all are. Deliberately targeting my grandma because you couldn’t touch me, huh?” Marcel hissed. Then, he kicked the man on the shoulder until his back hit the asphalt again, “Tell that cowardly boss of yours. If he has any dignity left, come with his best men, face me, Marcel Douglas. Don’t send trashes like you.” he continued, looking down at the man who had slumped helplessly.

“He’s Gaston Morez, isn’t he? The level three of Creeper,”

Damian Jamin whispered to Kenny Brown who was standing beside him. In the emergency call earlier, it just so happened that the two of them were the higher-ups that were standing by at RJC’s headquarters. Because of that, it was only them both who moved toward the scene, although in the end, they lost quickly to the leader.

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Kenny nodded, “Stupidly, the Creeper even assigned someone like Gaston Morez to do this job. Good for us that it was that guy who caught Calvin’s grandmother. Otherwise.. I don’t know what would have happened.”

“Then who is that tiny man?” Damian moved his chin at the black helmeted man who was standing alone while watching Marcel vent his anger on Gaston.

“Looks like he’s the helmeted hero who was reported to have attacked Hell Gate’s main base,” Kenny answered.

“Really?! Bloody hell! I didn’t expect his body to be even that small,” Damian exclaimed by holding back so his voice wasn’t too loud.

Marcel stepped over to the black helmeted figure who was standing two meters away from his spot where he beat Gaston. The black helmet seemed unperturbed at the man who was quite tall above him, “Why are you involved?” Marcel asked coldly.

“I saw the woman in captivity as I passed,” Emma replied, no less cold.

Marcel’s eyebrows twitched. He didn’t expect that there would be a voice like a robot coming out of the tiny man, “Who are you?”

“My name is Black. The rest, you don’t need to know. But one thing I can assure you. I don’t belong to any group or have bad intentions like those thugs.” Emma answered.

“Marcel.. That man saved me from the thugs. If he didn’t come, I might have been taken away by them.” Lilian stepped over to Marcel, but was immediately restrained by Damian who had already secured her from the start.

“You’d better not go any closer, Ma’am. We’ll never know what someone’s intentions are.” Said the red-haired man with a friendly smile.

Marcel heard what his grandmother said, but his face still looked stern, “Take my grandma home and keep her there until I come back. Then, clean up these people. Destroy their motorbikes.” He commanded all his men.

“Understood!” They all answered in unison.

“What group are they come from?” Emma asked, making Marcel turn his head back to her.

“Why do you want to know? I still can’t trust the words that you don’t have any intentions. Every action is done with a purpose.” Marcel asked.

“I wonder if they might be the same group that attacks people on the street at night. Although they are different, the symbols on their jackets have the same elements that I often see.” Emma explained.

Marcel looked at Black suspiciously. Apart from being great at fighting, the midget man was also smart enough to notice the small things. However, Marcel still didn’t know what the man’s intentions were. He also didn’t expect him to say so, because there was no way someone with a hidden identity was willing to open his own card.

“I could say you are right,” Marcel nodded, “They are a group called the Creeper. It has several branch groups. And yes, their business does focus on crime and extortion in the streets,” he explained.

“Creeper, huh?” Emma muttered as she thought.

Marcel just continued to stare at the man whose face was not visible. He wondered who was behind it and what he was thinking, “Do you recognize the Creeper’s name?”

In his mind, Marcel thought that maybe that man named Black was also the enemy of the Creeper. And, a famous proverb said, ‘The enemy of your enemy is your friend.’

Emma shook her head, “This is the first time I’ve heard that name. But if the gangs of thugs that always cause trouble in the streets are offshoots of the Creeper, doesn’t that mean the main tree must be exterminated?”

“You have the point,” Marcel replied. “So, that’s your goal now?”

Emma was silent for a moment, then replied, “What I’m doing is teaching a lesson to the gangsters who are harming society. Whether it’s the Creepers or some other group,”

“Then is it possible that you know my group?” Marcel asked with a suspicious look. If Black’s goal was to defeat the gangsters, then why wasn’t he suspicious of him and his group?

“Just so you know.. You’re dealing with someone who has the sharpest eyes and ears in Handway City. I know you’re RJC. You guys are guarding Redvalley Street. Am I right? And I have no further business with you.” Emma answered.

“The Bluevalley Street is also ours. Better keep your feet from entering our territory.” Marcel said.

Emma chuckled, “Why would I enter that empty street? If I really want to benefit myself, what I’m definitely after is the Redvalley Street that can make money.”

Marcel fell silent with a thoughtful face. It seemed Black didn’t know that Bluevalley Street had Underground Cave which was the real gold mine. It turned out that the title ‘the sharpest eyes and ears in Handway City’ was just an overconfident compliment that he gave to himself.

“If you’re done interrogating me, then I’ll go. Just save your gratitude to me for saving your grandmother,” Emma said casually, walking past Marcel.

“The enemy of your enemy is your friend,” Marcel said, causing Black to stop in his tracks. Then, the midget looked back. “If one day you find that we have the same enemy, we could become an alliance. You know, together is better than alone.” he continued.

“Thanks for the offer,” Emma said as she continued on her way.

Marcel looked at the figure of a midget who was nagging a little beside his motorbike which was almost get destroyed by the RJC’s members because they thought it belonged to a member of the Creeper. Marcel subconsciously shook his head in surprise. The motorbike even seemed too big to be suitable for Black to ride. He should have looked for a smaller bike. But maybe, the midget named Black did it on purpose because it was a motorbike with a big CC (Cubic Capacity).

“So, he really was the one who destroyed Hell Gate’s headquarters?” Kenny approached Marcel who was still standing watching the black helmeted man finally leave the messy scene.

The man, whose hair was still neat even after fighting, nodded, “It should be true. His name is Black.” He looked at Kenny with a serious face, “That mysterious person seems to know a lot of things. He even knows the areas we hold. Surprisingly, he doesn’t know about the Underground Cave.”

“That’s a strange thing for a person who knows a lot of things. If his information is on par with the other major groups, then, he must be familiar with the dark world of Handway. There’s no way he doesn’t know the only underground kingdom of Handway City.” Kenny replied thoughtfully.

Marcel nodded, “That’s why I’m thinking about where he got this so close but yet so far information from. He’s like a layman who accidentally sees things and confidently pretends to be an encyclopedia.”

“I see. I’ll be tightening the guard on our territory then. Maybe, he’s been spying on us before or disguised as a customer in the shops of Redvalley Street. We’d better not let our guard down.” Kenny replied.

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