Blade of the Goddess
Chapter 121 - The Gangs in the light.

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 - The Gangs in the light.

"Okay, Freeda, talk to me," Zion ordered as he sat down.

"Yes, master." She pulled out two clipboards and handed one to him. "Over the past year, we’ve monitored and documented every criminal activity that happened in this city. According to our information, there are four gangs that operate here. Please flip to page 2."

Zion flipped the page.

"First, to the east, we have the Horned Bear Gang. They deal in drug trafficking and demand protection fees. They are recognizable by the bear tattoo they have on their arms."

Zion furrowed his brow. "Protection fees? In this place? He’s basically asking them to give up their life."

"Indeed. Those who are able to pay are barely hanging on by a thread. And those who can’t, they get sold as slaves. This brings us to the second gang here, the Viper Gang. These guys are literal snakes, moving in the shadows to kidnap children or take anyone who isn’t able to pay their protection fees."

"Since there is a slave trade going on here, there must also be slave routes for transportation and auctions to sell them. Do you have any information about where the auctions are being held?" Zion asked

"Nothing is concrete. Sometimes, the auction happens here, while other times it doesn’t. There is no pattern." She informed him, shaking her head.

Zion rested his hand on his chin, diving into his thoughts for a bit. "So there’s a main location where they sell the slaves, huh? Keep looking into this matter. We’ll cut off their supply and demand chain once we have enough information to take the whole operation down. I want people on this asap and have information within the next few days. What’s next?"

"Next is the Demon Gang." Freeda looked up slightly to see Zion’s reaction.

Upon hearing the word ’Demon’, Zion shot up from his chair, knocking it back as he stood up. "Demon gang?!" He asked, his voice filled with slight anger. "Are there demons here? In this place? What are they doing? What’s their operation?"

"A-Acording to the information we’ve gathered, it doesn’t appear that any demon is here. However, we can confirm the presence of demonic humans. The Demon Gang runs this whole city, and nothing goes on without their say."

He sat back down, his minor anger subsiding. "I’ll be paying a visit to their leader soon. There’s only one person allowed to run this place, and it’s me."

Freeda smiled. "Lastly, we have the church. There are a lot of corrupt members who work with each gang to profit from their business. Rapes, murders, extortion, slaves, blackmail, you name it."

Zion waved her off. "Don’t worry about the church, I’m already handling them as we speak. I’m sure these gangs won’t sit still with me being here. Since one of them already welcomed us today, why don’t we return the favor?" He smirked

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"You, stupid bitch! First you get my son killed, then the person you did it turns out to be the fucking Apostle?! Do you want to die?!" A large bald man wearing a bear pelt asked.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t know! H-Here! He said this was compensation!" The black-haired man handed the bald man the bag of gold coins.

"Bob, my son fucking died, yet you think gold coins will make up for that?! I should kill you right now!" The man grabbed a large spiked club and swung down with force, breaking the wooden floor they were on.

"But I won’t. Killing you in front of our guests would be unholy, wouldn’t it, Lord Zion?" The man smiled, watching as Zion walked inside the gang’s hideout without permission.

"I disagree." Zion chuckled, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of the boss without care. "Getting rid of trash is never unholy. After all, it purifies the place, no?"

The Gang Boss stared at Zion for a bit before laughing, his voice so loud and deep that it rattled the walls.

"Hahaha! Well said, I couldn’t have said it better myself!" He slammed his club on Bob’s head, crushing it instantly.

"I hope the sight of blood doesn’t get to you." He smirked.

"Not at all." Zion flicked his hand, and a wave of golden light burned Bob’s body alongside the blood away. "I’ve seen my fair share of death and blood."

"I’m sure you have. Now, let me ask you a question."

"Go ahead." Zion nodded.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Storming into my territory as if you own the place, killing my son without a care in he world, and sitting in front of me as if you’re my equal? Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now?" He asked, his aura surging to the point where the walls started cracking and the building started shaking.

"Ohh, the Boss is angry."

"Show that religious bastard his place!"

"Justice for Carl!"

"Show him who runs this place, Boss!"

Zion was impressed by the man’s power. ’A grandmaster? Not bad.’ For making a living in a place like this, getting to that level of strength was truly impressive. However, to Zion, he was a killable as swatting a fly.

"Oh? Do you not know who I am? Forgive me for not introducing myself." He stood up and bowed. "My name is Zion Zagan, Apostle of the Goddess Luminera."

"I know the fuck you are!" The boss growled, impressed that Zion could withstand his pressure.

"The why the fuck did you ask who I am?!" Zion replied, smiling as he played with the man.

"Oh, haha, I see what you’re doing. You’re asking to die! Men, show this child who runs this place."

"Yes, Boss!" They all shouted in unison, charging at Zion while drawing their weapons.

Currently in the room, there were about 30 men, including the boss himself. The other 29 were the men who worked under him.

Coming from all angles were men who weren’t stronger than the master stage, their swords drawn and their mana pulsing over their blades.

"Hahah! You should have stayed in the church, little boy!"

"We run the show around here, kid!"

"I want a piece of that ass!"

Zion smirked, clearly amused by the sight. Without lifting a finger, a golden magic circle flared to life beneath his feet, radiating power. In an instant, 29 beams of golden light burst outward, each one locking onto a charging enemy with unerring precision.

The fight didn’t even last five seconds—if it could be called a fight at all. Each beam struck true, piercing cleanly through the skulls of the oncoming men. Upon impact, the light crystallized into jagged golden spikes, locking their lifeless bodies in place. Death was instant.