The Master Programmer-Chapter 76: The Sincerity of Power 1

oJason took a moment to survey the scene. Flickering flames illuminated a group of men dressed in black, their postures aggressive, their eyes predatory. The factory loomed like a forgotten monument to chaos, its broken windows and crumbling walls echoing the despair it now harbored.

As Jason stood there, the men standing behind the woman began coming over, surrounding him. Their jeers filled the air, each insult sharp and cutting.

"Hey, pretty boy," one sneered. "You lost? Or you looking for a corner to work?"

The group erupted into laughter. Another chimed in, "Maybe he’s here to audition. We don’t need any more gigolos around here."

So these guys were pimps? Interesting. Was this woman one of those workers too? Not that Jason had a problem with them or anything. It was more like he just thought it was funny for him.

Jason smiled faintly, unfazed. He stopped a few feet from them, hands casually tucked into his pockets. His calm only fueled their mockery, but he remained still, his gaze piercing.

"I heard you’ve been looking for me," Jason said, his voice steady, a hint of amusement coloring his words. The three guys standing behind Jason were not completely happy though. In actual fact they were extremely frightened. But somehow, with Jason standing in front of them, they felt a bit better.

Maybe it was the fact that they had seen him take on thirty guys and survive, or maybe it was the fact that they had seen everything else, or maybe it was the story they got that terrified them. These goons from the snake gang were actually... not that scary anymore…

And it was all because of Jason.

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then, with a curt gesture, the leader motioned for her men to escort Jason and his group inside. Jason walked in there with his head held high, followed by the three who were met with laughs by the people who jeered them as they came in.

"ren’t these those guys who were begging to be spared?"

"Oh yeah, I remember him. he was like, ’please, I will tell you everything I know, just dont chop it off’!"

"Pfft Hahahaha~~!!!"

The factory’s interior was as grim as its exterior, filled with makeshift furniture and the stench of alcohol and smoke. Women lounged on battered couches, their outfits provocative, their laughter forced as they entertained the men.

It was a scene of decadence and despair. A place that Jason would never want to be in.

Shaking his head, Jason’s eyes swept over the room, noting every detail, the number of men, the placement of weapons, the exits. He moved with the precision of someone who had already won the battle in his mind.

"Stay close," he murmured to Marcus and the others, his voice low but firm.

They were led to an inner chamber, where the gang’s boss sat surrounded by his entourage. He was a large man with a predatory grin, his eyes sharp and calculating.

"So," the boss drawled, leaning back in his chair. "You’re the one who’s been causing me trouble."

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Jason stepped forward, his expression calm. "Trouble? I think that’s a matter of perspective." As he saw this, he glanced at the three noticing their demeanours. They had told him about this guy. His name was Draco? Interesting.

This Draco was a dangerous person. But Jason was also equally dangeorus. He could manage to take them all down too, even if there were fifty people all arond him, carrying dangerous weapons.

The room erupted into laughter, the boss included. But Jason’s unwavering composure silenced them quickly.

"You owe me four million," Draco said, his voice hard. "And you’ve got the audacity to show up here empty-handed?" As he said this, he looked around and smirked, and the other people began jeering, saying that maybe he had to pay it in another way.

"We could sell him to the old Dominatrix on Fourth. She might pay a bit of cash for him."

"Nah, she’s too cheap. Only a 1000 dollars for an hour? Does that even make sense?"

"That’s exactly the point. He should get pegged for four thousand hours. That is his reward for doing this bullshit, hahaha!!"

"We should sell him to men too kekeke!!"

Jason smiled, not even considering these goblins as something to even look at. "Do I owe you 4 million? Or is it the man behind you? Whatever. I came here to talk, not to negotiate ransom."

Draco smirked and then flashed a knife, licking it dramatically. "You think you have the right to talk to me?" Jason stared at this guy. What did he think this was? Why was he acting like some mob character?

"It’s not about rights… Its about confidence. As we all know confidence is backed by knowledge of what is true. And experince. I do not believe you to be infallible. Neither do I think all of you are infallible either. If you want to intimidate me you need to find another way."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Another way? You think you can take on all of us?"

Jason tilted his head slightly. "I don’t just think. I know."

Draco waved dismissively, signaling his men to attack. The first moved swiftly, swinging a bat toward Jason’s head. Jason ducked, his movements fluid, and countered with a precise kick that sent the man sprawling.

The room descended into chaos as Jason fought off wave after wave of attackers. Despite being outnumbered, his skill and agility were unmatched. Every strike was calculated, every movement purposeful.

The others watched in awe, too stunned to intervene. Even the people on the other side in the surroundings couldn’t help but be taken aback. What the hell were they seeing?

The next to charge was a man with a knife, his teeth bared like an animal’s. Jason waited until he was close, until the glint of the blade was all he could see. Then he moved, his body a blur of motion as he caught the man’s wrist, twisting it with a sickening crack. The knife clattered to the ground, forgotten as the gangster crumpled to his knees, howling in pain.

The next two came at him with bats, swinging wildly. Jason danced between their blows, his feet barely touching the concrete floor. With the precision of a surgeon he struck the first gangster’s elbow, the second, his knee. Both bats fell, and so did their owners, writhing in agony.

Jason looked at them, his eyes colder than the deepest abyss, even feeling the urge to kill them, but he held himself back. There was no need to get something like a criminal record. At least not while he was so weak. He would show some restraint.

Marcus, Mousa and Marek watched him move, their mouths wide. They were watching from the distance, not even involved. Actually it was almost as if they ha blended into the background, the darkness. He had become a shadow at that moment, and they couldnt help but think back to that things he said before...

Draco watched, his smile faltering. He signaled for the rest of the group to close in. They did so with a feral growls and roars, their weapons raised high. But Jason was not afraid. In this crumbling factory, he had become a creature of the night, a master of the unseen, an assassin that broke everything he touched.

He darted to the side, using the rusty machinery as his shield and his playground. His movements were fluid, his strikes swift and brutal. He disarmed them, one by one, breaking their bones and shattering their spirit.

*Crrck!!* "Ahh!"

*Bam!* "Oh!"

A gangster lunged at him, bat swinging downwards in a crazy fashion. Jason stepped into the blow, redirecting the momentum, and using the man’s own weight against him. The bat smashed into a pillar with a deafening clang, the gangster’s nose following suit a moment later. Blood spurted from his shattered features, painting the floor red.

Another tried to sneak up from behind, but Jason sensed him, spinning around. He caught the man’s knife hand, twisted it back, and slammed it into the metal frame of a defunct conveyor belt. The knife embedded itself with a wet thunk, and the gangster’s scream echoed through the factory. "AHHHH!!!! MY ARM!!"

They were falling now, each one crumbling down like pieces of cake. The floor grew slick with their blood, their cries filled the air. Yet, Jason felt no joy in their suffering. Only a deep, burning anger a he thrashed them all.

By the time the last man fell, Jason stood in the center of the room, breathing heavily but victorious. Blood trickled down his cheek, but his expression remained composed, almost serene. He reached into his pocket, retrieving a small vial of blue liquid. He had taken this out a long time ago, on his walk over.

It was an Energy Potion.

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| Energy Potion |

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Type: Potion

Grade: Low-Grade

Description: A low-grade energy potion. A small vial containing blue liquid that can restore a small amount of energy or stamina to the consumer. Often used to supplement natural energy levels or provide a quick boost during combat or exploration. While effective in minor fatigue or exhaustion, low-grade energy potions are not as potent as their higher-tier counterparts and may require multiple uses for significant restoration.

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Drinking it, he seemed to regain his strength instantly, the glow in his eyes intensifying. It was incredible, like ten thousand coffees. Except it was more like his body was back to its perfect state. Actually better than that.

He turned to the Draco, who now looked less confident. "Shall we continue our conversation?" Jason asked, his tone polite but edged with menace.