Lunar Legacy: Rise Of The Beastlord-Chapter 310: Unstoppable

The interior of the bar was exactly what Jayden had expected—it was grimy, dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and cigarette smoke. With pool tables, a long bar, and scattered furniture.

And seated inside, were twenty-four Black Cobra members, all now staring at him in awe and disbelief... and caution.

The bar was completely silent now.

Jayden walked calmly to the bar, his boots crunching over broken glass from the guard who'd crashed through the door. Every eye in the room tracked his movement. Hands moved toward weapons. Bodies tensed.

But no one moved yet. They were waiting to see what this crazy kid would do.

Jayden reached the bar and looked at the bartender—an older man with gray in his beard and the kind of thousand-yard stare that suggested he'd seen a lot in life.

"Whiskey," Jayden said. "Neat."

The bartender blinked. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

Jayden frowned. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

For a long moment, the bartender just stared. Then, moving slowly like he was afraid any sudden motion would trigger violence, he poured a shot of whiskey and slid it across the bar.

Jayden picked it up, turned to face the room, and raised the glass slightly. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"I'm looking for Cassandra Isley," he said, his voice carrying clearly in the silence. "Where is she?"

More silence. Then someone laughed—harsh and mocking.

"You lost, boy?" A large man at one of the side tables stood up. He was built like a linebacker, with tattoos covering both arms. "This ain't your high school cafeteria. Leave before you get really hurt."

"Cassandra Isley," Jayden repeated, ignoring him. His eyes scanned the room until they found David Johnson at the center table. "You took her three days ago. I want to know where she is."

David leaned back in his chair, studying Jayden with the kind of cold assessment a predator gives potential prey. He was exactly as his photo suggested—scarred, dangerous, intelligent.

"That's some real bold energy you walking in here with, kid," David said, his voice surprisingly calm. "Coming into my establishment, breaking my door, assaulting my men, and making demands." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You're either stupid, or you got a death wish. Which is it?"

"I'm someone looking for a friend," Jayden replied. "And I'm not leaving until I get answers."

David's smile widened. "Oh, you leaving. Question is whether you leaving on your feet or in a body bag."

He made a small gesture with his hand.

And that was all it took for violence to erupt.

The linebacker who'd spoken first charged from Jayden's left. Another gang member came from the right—wiry, fast, with a knife already in hand. A third grabbed a pool cue and swung it like a bat.

Jayden moved.

He threw the whiskey glass into the linebacker's face—the man flinched, his momentum broken—and Jayden's elbow caught him in the throat. The linebacker went down gagging.

The knife-wielder thrust forward. Jayden's telekinesis yanked the weapon from his grip mid-stab, then sent it flying across the room to embed in a wall. A palm strike to the man's chest sent him stumbling backward and to the ground.

The pool cue came down toward Jayden's head. He caught it mid-swing, ripped it from the attacker's hands, and broke it over his knee. Then he drove both halves into the man's stomach like twin daggers.

Three down.

But there were twenty more.

The bar exploded into chaos.

Gang members surged forward from all directions. Some had weapons—pistols, knives, brass knuckles. Others relied on raw strength and numbers.

Jayden became a whirlwind of violence.

Fire erupted from his hands, forcing a group back. Telekinesis grabbed a table and threw it into three approaching attackers. His enhanced strength let him trade blows with men twice his size and come out ahead.

A pistol fired. Jayden twisted, felt the bullet graze his shoulder, and responded by enlarging his fist and driving it into the shooter's face hard enough to crack the bar's support beam behind him.

Two men grabbed his arms, trying to restrain him. Jayden's entire body expanded—size manipulation pushing him to seven feet tall—and the men lost their grip. He shrank back down and delivered simultaneous strikes to both their temples.

A bottle shattered across his back. Jayden spun, grabbed his attacker by the throat, and slammed him through a table.

Eight down.

Someone hit him from behind—a brutal kidney shot that sent pain exploding through his body. Jayden dropped to one knee, twisted, and swept his attacker's legs out from under him. Before the man could recover, Jayden's fist—wreathed in flame—connected with his jaw.

The room was carnage now. Broken furniture everywhere. Blood on the floor. Bodies groaning or unconscious. The smell of smoke and spilled alcohol.

But they kept coming.

A massive man—easily six-foot-eight—charged like a freight train. Jayden realized immediately. This had to be an evolved human, probably with strength ability.

But his level was a mere 24.

The giant's fist came down like a hammer. Jayden dove aside, felt the impact crater the floor where he'd been standing. He responded with a fire blast directly to the man's face. The giant roared, stumbled back—

And Jayden's telekinetically-enhanced kick caught him in the knee. Bone cracked. The giant went down.

Jayden was breathing hard now. His shoulder was bleeding where the bullet had grazed him. His ribs ached from multiple impacts. His knuckles were split and raw.

But he was still standing. And there were only thirteen Black Cobra members still conscious. Well, twelve now... one made the mistake of trying to tackle him from behind, and Jayden's elbow to the back of the man head ended that attempt.

David was still sitting at his table, watching the entire fight with calculating eyes. His lieutenants flanked him, hands on weapons but not yet drawn.

"Y'all gonna help or just watch?" one of the remaining gang members shouted at David.

David's eyes never left Jayden. "Nah. Let's see how this plays out."

The remaining eleven members exchanged glances—scared now, realizing this wasn't going as planned. In fact, the fight was over the moment they saw Jayden use multiple abilities. He was an evolved human... and apparently not a normal one. But they all engaged him because they thought they'd have the advantage of number.

But they were deeply wrong.

Jayden crouched, wiping blood from his hand with the shirt of a passed out gang member. "Last chance," he said calmly, before straightening back up. "Where is Cassandra Isley?"

One man broke first. "Man, fuck this!" He bolted for the back exit.

Two others followed immediately. Then more. And more.

In total, eight men left the bar.

They didn't want to get decimated by the monster disguised as a kid.

The remaining gang members—the so-called "loyal ones"—formed a loose semicircle around Jayden, but their body language screamed hesitation. They'd watched him tear through their crew like they were nothing. And they knew how this would end. But they were insistent on fighting till the end.

"Anyone else wanna leave," Jayden said quietly, "now's your chance."

Hesitant at first, two men eventually took the offer, backing toward the door without taking their eyes off him.

There were now five men left.

They were true believers... or maybe just too proud to run. They charged together, trying to overwhelm him.

Jayden met them head-on. His movements were fluid, economical, brutal. Every strike had purpose. Every block flowed into a counter-attack.

Twenty seconds later, all five men were on the ground. Unconscious.

The bar was silent except for groaning and the crackle of small fires Jayden had started during the fight.

And David finally stood up.

"Well," he said, applauding slowly. "That was impressive. Really. You just went through twenty of my boys like they were nothing." He walked forward, stepping over unconscious bodies. "You got skills, kid. Real skills. Multiple abilities too—I count what, four? Five? That's rare. Special.".

Jayden was on guard, his hands clenched and ready to attack.

"But here's the thing," David continued, his voice dropping to something colder. "I don't give a fuck how special you are. You came into my place, my territory, and you think you can just make demands? Nah. That ain't how this works."

Jayden eyes tracked David's movements carefully. The man was an evolved human, and at the time a trained fighter. And his enhanced reflex ability—not exactly super speed—was still a bit threatening.

This was the real fight.

"Cassandra," Jayden breathed, his voice hoarse but steady. "Where. Is. She."

David's expression hardened. "Even if I knew, you think I'd tell you? You just beat down all my men. And you think I'm gonna reward that with information?"

Jayden's expression hardened. "Fine. I'll beat it out of you."

David smiled—cold and vicious. "You can try." He chuckled, Then he moved. Extremely fast. His enhanced reflexes made him a blur.

His fist came at Jayden's face like a striking snake.

Jayden raised his arms, barely blocking the attack in time. He felt the impact rattle his bones despite his enhanced durability. David's follow-up was instant—a knee to the gut that drove the air from Jayden's lungs.

Jayden stumbled back but recovered quickly. He tried to put some distance between them to catch a breath... but David was relentless. He delivered strike after strike, each one precise, finding gaps in Jayden's defense.

"He's better than me," Jayden realized. "Faster. More experienced."

But Jayden had something David didn't—versatility.

Fire erupted around Jayden's body, forcing David back. He enlarged his fist and drove it into the floor, creating a shockwave that rattled the bar. Then he slipped under David's guard, and delivered a brutal jab to the ribs.

David grunted, but the jab wasn't fatal enough to hurt him. He quickly put some space between himself and Jayden, who was still flared up.

They circled each other, both breathing hard.

"Where's Cassandra?" Jayden demanded again.

"You really don't give up, do you?" David scoffed, wiping blood from his mouth. "Alright. You want the truth? I'll give you the truth."

He gestured around the destroyed bar.

"You came to the wrong place, kid. The trafficking division handles lots of jobs. We got operations all over this city. People stashed in different locations depending on how valuable they are, how much heat they bring."

Jayden's heart was pounding. "And Cassandra?"

"If she was taken—if the Black Cobras actually grabbed Penelope Isley's daughter—that ain't something I would handle," David said. "That's way above my pay grade. That kind of high-profile target? That goes to the Pioneers. The organization's elite operatives. They handle the VIP acquisitions."

Jayden voice turned cold. "You're saying you don't know where she is."

"I'm saying I don't handle that level of target," David corrected. "The Pioneers operate independently. They got their own facilities, their own procedures. I don't know where they keep their acquisitions, and even if I did..." He smiled coldly. "There's no way in hell I'd tell you... not after the trouble you've caused here."

Jayden clenched his fist in rage. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. David didn't know where Cassandra was. Which meant everything he'd done so far, was all for nothing.

He roared and charged at David out of fury and frustration.