Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 308: Razor

The container flew across the warehouse like a missile, crashed through their makeshift cover, and sent all six men scattering. They all jumped out of the way but one wasn't fast enough... he got slammed by the fast moving container, which sent his body flying across the warehouse and crashing against the wall. His unconscious body dropped to the ground, limp.

The other five men evaded successfully, but Jayden was already on them before they could regroup.

The man with the shotgun got his weapon ripped away and received an elbow to the temple. Two men with pistols fired simultaneously—Jayden twisted, letting the bullets pass inches from his body, then drove forward with a double palm strike that sent both men flying backward.

The knife-wielder charged with a roar, blade aimed at Jayden's gut.

Jayden caught the man's wrist, twisted until his bone cracked, and delivered a knee strike that folded the man like paper.

The last gang member—a young guy who couldn't have been older than twenty—dropped his weapon and raised his hands.

"I surrender! I surrender, man! Please don't—"

Jayden's fist caught him in the jaw. The kid's head snapped back, and he crumpled to the floor.

Breathing hard but controlled, Jayden stood in the center of the carnage. Unconscious bodies everywhere. Broken furniture. Bullet holes pocking the walls. Smoke from his flames still hanging in the air.

And then he heard someone clap.

Slow, deliberate, and mocking.

"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."

Jayden spun toward the sound.

The only evolved human in the group... Razor, stood in the doorway of the back office, arms crossed, a smile on his scarred face. He was lean and wiry, late thirties, with tattoos covering both arms. And his hands crackled with blue electricity.

"You know," Razor said conversationally, "I was starting to wonder when someone would come for that data drive. Figured it would be some of Big T's boys. But a kid?" He laughed. "Man, either Big T's desperate or you're special. Which is it?"

Jayden didn't answer. He just stared at Razor, assessing his threat level.

He was at Level 52, with Lightening Manipulation.

Dangerous but not insurmountable.

"Strong silent type, huh?" Razor's smile widened, but his eyes were cold. "That's cool. I can respect that. Tell you what—you walk away right now, and I'll pretend this never happened. You took out my boys, yeah, but they'll heal. No permanent damage done. We can all just—"

"I'm not leaving without the data drive," Jayden said, his voice flat.

Razor's smile vanished. "Yeah. Figured you'd say that." Electricity surged brighter around his hands, arcing between his fingers. "Guess we doing this the hard way."

He thrust both hands forward, and a bolt of lightning screamed across the warehouse.

Jayden dove sideways, but he was a fraction too slow. The electricity caught his shoulder, sent agony exploding through his nervous system, and threw him into a metal wall.

He hit hard, tasted copper, forced himself to roll aside as another bolt struck where he'd been a second before. The metal wall glowed red-hot where the electricity had connected.

[-25 Hp]

[Jayden, you need to close distance!] Luna's voice was urgent. [He'll keep you pinned if you stay at range!]

Jayden knew. But closing distance meant running through a lightning storm.

"Screw it." He spat. Then he charged.

Razor fired again—Jayden twisted, letting the bolt pass. Razor fired again—Jayden dove into a roll.

Then Razor fired a third time—This one caught Jayden in the leg. His muscles seized, momentum broken, and he crashed to the ground five feet from Razor.

"Pathetic," Razor said, walking forward slowly. Electricity danced across his entire body now, making his skin glow blue-white. "You really thought you could defeat me. What a joke." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He raised both hands for the killing shot—but Jayden's telekinesis lashed out just in time, grabbing a metal pipe from the ground and whipping it at Razor's head.

Razor jerked back on instinct, and the pipe missed by inches. But it bought Jayden the second he needed.

He surged to his feet and lunged.

Razor tried to fire at point-blank range, but Jayden's hand—enlarged and covered in a layer of stone absorbed from the warehouse floor—clamped around Razor's wrist, grounding the electricity.

Razor's eyes widened. "What the—"

Jayden's other fist—normal-sized but wrapped in flame—drove into Razor's solar plexus.

BAM!

The man gasped, doubled over. Jayden followed with a knee to the face that snapped Razor's head back, then a spinning elbow that dropped the man to the concrete.

Razor tried to stand, electricity still sparking weakly around his fingers. But Jayden didn't waste any more time. His boot connected with Razor's ribs. Once. Twice. Thrice... until Razor finally fell to the ground, unconscious and broken.

Jayden stood over Razor's body, breathing hard, every muscle aching. His shoulder and leg throbbed where the electricity had connected. His knuckles were raw and bleeding.

But he'd won.

He searched Razor's pockets, found a key card, and made his way to the back office.

Inside the office was a safe. Jayden used the key card to unlock it. The safe clicked open, revealing the data drive Big T wanted, along with stacks of cash and a few other items Jayden didn't care about.

He grabbed the drive, pocketed it, and turned to leave.

Then he paused, looking back at the unconscious Jackal members scattered across the warehouse floor.

"These are people," a part of his mind—the part that still carried a bit of guilt, said to him.

But these were people who made the choice to join a gang. People who'd stolen, and probably hurt others in their foolish attempts to prove dominance.

People who were now broken and bleeding because of him.

Jayden waited for some kind of guilt to hit. For remorse. For something.

But all he felt was cold satisfaction. He'd completed the mission. He was one step closer to finding Cassandra.

That was all that mattered.

Besides, a few beaten up gang members was nothing compared to what he'd done over the past few weeks. He'd literally killed people... and felt zero guilt. Zero regret.

And he probably never will.

He activated his invisibility and left the warehouse the way he'd come—silent as smoke, leaving thirteen broken men and no evidence of his presence except the destruction itself.

...….

22:25 PM.

Outside Building 47.

Jayden materialized his hoverbike, climbed on, and sent a message to Big T's encrypted line:

[Job's done. Merc retrieved]

The reply came within seconds:

[Good work, youngblood. Bring it to The Cage. We'll talk]

Jayden pocketed his holo-tab and engaged the bike's engine.

As he lifted off, flying back toward downtown, Luna's voice rang in his mind, etched with concern.

[Are you okay?] she asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Jayden replied flatly. "I'm completely fine."

The city lights blurred past as he accelerated, heading toward The Cage.

Toward Big T.

Toward information about the Black Cobra Syndicate.

Toward Cassandra.

And if more people needed to be hurt along the way?

Then so be it.