"I'll be going to the Green Falcon. Try to capture as many Red Bulls members as you can. I will have a talk with the Green Falcons' boss." Roger made a remark to Mark, then abruptly vanished, shocking Mark.
Meanwhile, as Roger passed through different houses, leaping on every roof, he noticed a group of thug-looking individuals that he didn't recognize. They were harassing a female citizen from the Blue neighborhood.
Realizing that they might be gangsters from the Red Bulls, Roger descended near them.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
There were three gangsters, and as soon as they heard Roger calling them, they stopped harassing the lady and faced Roger. Their eyes widened as their lips shaped like an 'O'. Then, they eyed Roger from top to bottom and went back to the top.
"You looked like a high schooler. If I were you, don't play like a hero of some-!" The gangster didn't finish talking as he fell down when Roger disappeared from his location.
Roger immediately punched the three gangsters, suddenly losing their consciousness in accordance with his action.
The lady was just dumbfounded, and she looked at Roger with uncertainty.
"Don't worry. I am not like them. You can go now," he said to the lady, who just nodded and hurriedly ran away from them.
Roger grinned and stripped the gangsters, then tore their garments. And as they were nakedly lying down on the street, Roger laughed.
"Deserve."
He then continued going to the location of the Green Falcons, and after a while, he arrived there and noticed some of the gangsters in chaos.
"What happened here?" he mumbled in a low tone.
"Hey, kid! What are you doing here?"
Roger shifted his gaze to the guy who called him, and as he glared at him, the same person realized that he seemed to recognize him.
After some time of thinking about it, he suddenly gasped in shock and exclaimed, "The boss of the gangs in Blue neighborhood."
They didn't know what to call their gang and just stuck with the long adjectives. And as Roger noticed some of the gangsters eyeing him, he just gazed at them with unbothered eyes.
"Wow... That high schooler was a boss? What an impossible dream for me if I was to think of it."
"Tsk. You just didn't experience the tremendous prowess he grasps. You'd never mumble those words if you saw him one-hit each of us."
"Really? Was that kid that strong? He wasn't just an heir of some secret family in the Blue neighborhood?"
"Heir? He wasn't! He created his own family with just hoodlums from there, and I heard that after it, his neighborhood was crazily peaceful."
Roger didn't mind the whispering gossip he heard as he passed through them. They immediately gave him the way, that was enough for him.
Then, when Roger arrived at the commercial building, he knocked on the door.
"I need to talk with your boss," he simply said while waiting for the abrupt and insulted voice of the gangster that opened the door.
"What did you say?"
A man with an intimidating gaze, as if his eyes were little, squinting in irritation.
Roger rolled his eyes and said, "I came here with some business about the Red Bulls that attacked my neighborhood. You know that I can't cover every loophole in our security because of your neighborhood, right? That's why I want to talk with your boss."
The same person gritted his teeth as some veins started appearing on his forehead. He was obviously angry about how Roger acted and his attitude. However, Roger cared less. He was also deeply frustrated and angry, but his face just showed differently.
"Hey, this isn't some circus kid. I want you to leave, or else I will beat you into pieces."
"Beat me? Did you even ponder how I arrived in front of this door? I didn't arrive here for some beating."
"What were those idiots doing? How could this kid arrive here?"
It was a late realization, but Roger just couldn't get over it. And as the person was still not moving, he tapped his shoulders and rested both of his hands on them.
"I need to talk with your boss. Not you." Then he gripped on them forcefully. That made the same person surrender in pain.
He lost his strength and collapsed on his knees. He just noticed Roger's face, smiling hideously.
"I said, I need to talk with your boss. Why are you so insistent? "
'H-How could he overpower me?' The person thought
Even with how well-built his body was, he couldn't accept how Roger still overpowered him with just his normal body. But thinking deeply about it, he then realized that Roger might be an Awaken.
"Are you an Awaken? What are you doing here?"
Roger didn't reply and simply glared at him.
"Where's Scar?"
"He is not our boss."
"I know, I am just looking for him. Where is he?" Furthermore, Roger pressed.
"H-He is inside."
Roger didn't mind the person and just left him in agony. And as Roger found Scar's presence inside of a room, he forced it open with force.
"I am irritated, Scar. How could those pieces of shite waste my time? I need some talk, Scar."
Scar inside who was just reading some newspaper suddenly stopped what he was doing. He immediately shifted his attention to Roger, who had an obvious blank expression.
"R-Roger Wyles?!" Scar exclaimed as he realized who that person was.
"Yeah. You already know my name? So I guess your network of information here is some kind of trustworthy. Answer me, Scar. How could your gang still not defeat some rivals? Was your group so uncompetitve that you couldn't defeat them with guns?"
Scar pondered what Roger was talking about, and as he thought of it deeply and realized what he meant by it, he sighed.
"I am sorry. We still can't manage the Red Bulls. Among the gangs we think of, they were the most hateful neighbors." Scar said to Roger while he fixed the newspaper he was reading earlier.
"I don't care about it. But do you know the purpose of why I came here? It's because of the Red Bulls. I want to destroy them, and I need your information on how to trample them in one shot."
What Roger hates is his family being hurt innocently by wars or fights. However, he wasn't stupid enough to destroy them by being rushed and hasty.. He still thinks rationally enough in some ways that he could think of destroying his enemies for once.