The Organization Boss's Humiliating Bare Ass
"What the fuck are you babbling about?!"
Pow!
The idiot who couldn't read the room and started screaming his head off got a solid whack to the skull from my bat.
"Urk! Wh-what the...?"
Pow!
Still not getting it even after a hit? Fine, time for another. The thugs finally started realizing something was off as grunts of "Ugh!" escaped them one by one, clamping their mouths shut.
They were all staring at their boss, waiting for him to explain what the hell was going on—like he was some pitiful soul who'd explain it all. But no answer came.
"You little punks think a bit of 'education' makes up for turning a guy into this state? That's bullshit! You owe him proper revenge, don't you?"
It was infuriating how they'd beaten him to a pulp and thought that was it. If I just let it slide, those grudges would haunt them to the grave—they might even carve "Beaten to death by gangsters, soul full of resentment" on their tombstones. Pathetic, right? Unacceptable.
So it was time to settle that grudge right now. No way I'd let future generations see such a miserable sight.
"Alright, first—who's the bastard who whacked my head?"
I flashed a friendly smile. But the world runs on the law of the jungle. Treat 'em nice, and they won't talk.
"Hey! Who hit me?!"
Pow!
I smashed the bat into the thigh of the guy in front of me like it was a wooden club.
"O-over there! The two in the floral shirts!"
See? One good smack, and the answer spills out. Guess thugs respond best to violence.
"Oh, you guys?"
I dragged the bat over to the floral-shirted duo, their faces pale as ghosts. Hilarious. They'd been all hyped up smashing someone else's head earlier, but now that it was their turn, they were clueless and terrified.
"If you smash someone else's skull, yours gets smashed too, right? Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."
I swung the bat hard, cracking both their heads at once with the intent to wreck them.
"Aaaagh!"
"Agh! Aaagh! Guh... grrr..."
Watching them writhe and groan in agony felt so damn satisfying. Blood trickling out meant the debt was paid.
"Who gave the order? Obviously you, right?"
Still stewing in rage over his son running wild, I approached the deep-voiced boss.
"Hold on. Let's talk this out. Seems like there's a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? You should've cleared that shit up before turning a guy's head into mush!"
Pow!
The bastard hadn't realized how fucked he was, still talking nonsense.
"Your kid's been causing trouble everywhere—guess that slowed your brain down?"
Pow!
"Ugh!"
"Guh...!"
Thwack!
I swung the bat repeatedly into his thighs.
"In this situation, the most embarrassing thing is...?"
I chuckled and circled behind him.
"What are you gonna do?"
"You talk way too fucking much."
They'd figure it out anyway. I unbuckled his tight belt and yanked his pants down.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing...!"
I stripped off his panties completely, then jammed the bat right into his bare ass crack before swinging.
"Hmm, this oughta do it."
Whoosh! Thwack! Pow! Thud! Thud-thud!
"Gaaaaah!"
The impact on his bare skin must've hurt like hell—his screams echoed out.
"Yeah, getting your ass beat in front of your underlings at your age? Gotta be humiliating, huh?"
That didn't mean I'd stop. It was his own doing from the start. He should've investigated properly or asked why first—instead, he just went straight for smashing heads.
"Just ten more. Only ten."
"S-stop... guh... please, stop... If you quit now, we can pretend it never happened..."
"Like hell."
Pow! Thud-thud! Thud! Thud! Pow! Thud!
I mercilessly battered his ass. Who the fuck negotiates from that position?
"Know your place."
I tossed the bat to the floor.
"B-boss..."
"Guh... snff..."
That's why power matters. Without my abilities, I'd just be their punching bag. Hell, I might not have crossed paths with them at all. Anyway, one debt settled—time to clear the rest.
"Alright, now for this side."