Spirit Hunting Union

Luke Andrew.

One of the sons of bitches that used to follow Jett Cross's orders. As a matter of fact, this one was also with Jett that day in the hall. Among the two that beat Rhen and Ivy.

To be honest, Quinn would have left this place as he had no obligation to protect the weak. But naturally, seeing this familiar face made him stay much longer. To the extent that he was fully inside the backstreet now, some feet away from Luke.

The bastard was no different in physique since then. Still a dumbass, too.

Quinn, his hands pocketed, smirked.

"Fancy meeting you again, I would say. Luke Andrew."

The guy frowned and tilted his head. He remained that way for a while. Probably contemplating something. He soon groaned:

"How much ruder can you be, fucker? Do I know you?"

You piles of shit never try to evolve, was all Quinn said. But Luke turned around and walked into the back street. Ignoring him.

He simply said,

"Just go back home. I promise you that you don't want trouble."

Soon, he stopped walking and glared back.

"It's very important that you train that rude tongue of yours. I'm not letting this slide next time."

Geez, how so confident! Quinn actually thought this side of him was awesome.

He abruptly tapped his temple non-stop.

Luke frowned in the distance.

Quinn pronounced,

"Quinn Vale…"

He could instantly see the guy's expression tightening. So, he did remember?

"... does that ring a bell?"

What an incredible choice he made to mention that name. Because it was more than enough to get Luke's attention.

The lean guy turned fully to him, his expression frank.

"What about that?"

Quinn scoffed,

"Ah… so, it does ring a bell? Well, there's actually nothing. I just mentioned it." Not like he was leaving afterwards.

Luke kept a close watch on him.

"Why that name of all names, though? Spit it out. You know something, fucker."

Quinn chuckled. What a successful ragebait.

He started breathing in an exaggerated manner. Sometimes covering his nose.

"Kumph… is that smell coming from you or the other assholes behind you? Man, this is why you should take a bath every single day. Don't be a human pig, please. It affects those around you, you know…"

Luke's brows creased even more.

Well, was he a kid now to fall victim to such lame baiting? Geez, bullies and their premature brains.

Luke groaned,

"What did you just call me?!"

Quinn pronounced loudly,

"A HUMAN PIG."

Silence spread across the alley.

Quinn saw the others fuming too. As a matter of fact, one of them picked up a stick and headed his way.

'Come on. Hehe.'

But, as he expected, Luke told the guy to stop. Then he personally approached Quinn, rolling up his sleeves.

Quinn chuckled loudly.

"Don't be trying too much, dumbass. You're so weak after all."

But Luke pressed on no matter what. Before Quinn knocked him out with a single punch, he had felt sorry for him.

He couldn't imagine how painful it would be for an average guy like that to get punched by him.

Ah, must have broken some bones there.

But on the other hand, it felt nice being the one delivering such a blow today. When he had been on the receiving end for like an eternity now.

The other guys stepped back with caution.

Quinn shook his head with a smirk. And crouched before Luke, who was gasping non-stop on his knees.

"Oh boy, I warned you, though. Why are you so slow at catching facts?"

At first, he gave him a gentle head pat. But in the next second, he started smacking his head hard. And there was nothing Luke could do about it.

After a while, Quinn thought of a thing.

He hadn't even considered taking revenge soon. But since he's here now, it won't be bad to pay Jett Cross a visit.

Quinn ordered,

"Take me to Jett Cross. And I'll let you off. But if no, it's totally fine. Haha. Killing one person is some fun too. I'll just wait till I coincidentally come across that ugly motherfucker, like I met you…"

Suddenly, Luke stared up at him. Blood had smeared his lips, and his skin was a bit pale.

He groaned,

"Are you related to that wimp or something?"

"Who?"

"Quinn Vale. That bastard. It just seems like you're here to take revenge for him."

That bastard?

Quinn couldn't stop giggling.

Insulting people to their face was rude, actually.

Thus, he grabbed the guy by his hair and slammed his face into the stony ground.

Luke cried out loud.

Quinn was expecting his eyes to have popped out. Or at least that his nostrils were out or something. But it was just blood all over his face.

How disappointing. He should have pushed it down with more force.

But he didn't have time to try again. Not even now that Luke had agreed to take him to Jett Cross.

Quinn smiled and patted his head.

"There, there… That's a good boy. Why didn't you say that earlier?"

In the aftermath, they took a cab. Luke had to cover his face with his cap. The cab brought them to one of the popular clubs in the city. Much like where the stupid billionaire son would spend most of his time in.

Quinn was sorry for him in advance. Because he might not be able to show his face to the public after their encounter.

He followed Luke inside. They climbed some stairs and took an elevator before they got to the front of a door. The tag there read:

VIP Consort

Quinn raised his brows.

"Fair. The fucker has got money."

Luke hesitated to open the door. Quinn gave him an eye.

The guy asked him in a shaky voice,

"Since I have brought you here, can I leave please?"

Quinn tilted his head towards the door.

"Open it and head inside, bastard. Do you want me to bash another part of yours?"

Luke trembled in fear.

"Oh-oh, I will go inside."

And he did. He had already run to Jett's side like a real coward when Quinn entered.

The air inside just smelled of riches. A golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. AC turned to maximum, plush couches… Who sees this and doesn't think of wealth?

Quinn locked eyes with Jett.

The same appearance too. In polished leather jackets and well-tailored trousers.

Quinn smirked.

"Hey, Jett. Wait, shouldn't I give you a hug or something? It's been a long time since we met."

At that moment, Jett dismissed the girls inside. Quinn heard him ask Luke that:

"Who is he? And why is your face like that?"

One of the other five guys inside commented on Luke's face injury.

"Ah, man… You're so messed up. Who did that?"

Luke pointed at Quinn. He cried,

"It's him! God damn it. I think he's Quinn Vale's brother or something."

Jett shifted in his seat. And looked forward.

"Quinn Vale? Isn't that the dead kid?"

"Yes."

Quinn's stomach churned. Calling him dead when he's standing right in front of them?

He smirked.

"Why do you fuckers keep getting things wrong? What a bunch of level one pieces of shit."