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\'\'Stop! Who are you? \'\' The driver moved in front of Fatty Sami, stopped him, and asked him in a stern manner.

\'\'You are not required to know who I am. You tell me, who are you?\'\' Sami asked with an eyebrow raised.

\'\'Boy, go mind your own business, don\'t get into trouble by sticking your nose into things you don\'t know,\'\' Driver said menacingly, snapping his fingers.

In response, Fatty Sami also snapped his fingers and said, \'\'This is my business. Don\'t act cool if you don\'t know where you are."

The driver turned to face Tika upon observing Sami\'s determination and bravery.

"Get rid of him; I don\'t want to stay here any longer than I have to." Tika said indifferently.

\'\'Boy, you really have no idea with whom you are dealing. \'\' The driver remarked, assuming that Sami was a backstreet idiot who knew nothing, and in a sudden and swift motion, he delivered an uppercut to his chin to render him unconscious.

\'\'Huh? \'\'

He aimed for the chin of Sami, who appeared to be standing motionless in front of him, but his punch missed.

\'Did I get the distance between us wrong? \' Driver, doubting his own sanity, raised his arm again and this time punched Sami in the face.

\'\'What? \'\' But, just like before, his fist sailed wide and halted a mere centimeter from Sami\'s face.

\'Am I getting insufficient sleep lately? \' He thought.

\'\'I\'ll just kick you to death. \'\' The driver said, taking a deep breath and concentrating before he measured out his distance and got ready to give Sami a rotary kick.

The driver took a fighting stance with his left foot forward and his right foot back. He raised his right knee towards his chest, keeping his foot flexed and his toes pointed downwards. As he did this, he rotated his hips to the left and pivoted on his left foot, turning his body towards Sami\'s fat body to his left.

With his body now turned towards the target, Driver extended his right leg outwards, aiming for the target with the ball of his foot. His kicking leg is fully extended, and he kept his toes pointed towards the target to increase the power of the kick.

As he finished the kick, he rotated his hips back to their starting position and returned his right leg to the ground. He then returned to his fighting stance with his left foot forward and his right foot back, ready for any further attacks or movements. Overall, the driver\'s rotary kick is smooth, powerful, and well-executed, demonstrating a high level of skill and technique in martial arts.

But there was a massive problem…

\'\'How? Why in the hell am I unable to hit you??? \'\' He yelled out in shock as he stared at Sami, who was still standing in front of him with that irritating grin on his face.

\'\'Uncle, it looks like your eyesight is failing you, you must be getting old, \'\' Sami looked down on him pityingly.

\'\'I\'m old? I\'m only 32 years old, and even if I were 70, I\'d still be able to beat a punk like you. This is just my mind messing with me. I must have gotten sick from breathing in this dirty air. Don\'t worry, I\'ll definitely break your neck with my next kick. \'\' He became enraged and yelled, completely losing control of himself.

Tika\'s voice came from behind as the driver was about to strike again.

"That\'s enough, he\'s just playing with you."

The driver paused abruptly after hearing Tika\'s words, acknowledged the truth, and lowered his head in shame. He was not an ordinary person, despite the fact that he was a driver. He had been humiliated by a slum dweller years younger than him, despite having received the best martial training the Demugen family could provide to ordinary people.

\'\'Who are you? It seems you know how to fight. \'\' Tika asked curiously.

She was surprised to see someone fighting with such good techniques in such a place. Of course, because Sami wasn\'t fully utilizing the shadow assassin technique, she assumed he had only trained in standard combat techniques.

Fatty Sami said smugly, "Sister, who I am doesn\'t matter. If you want to get to know me better, you can talk to this handsome man in a quieter place, but here it\'s not allowed."

\'\'The fact that you have some talent seems to have made you arrogant. \'\' She suddenly appeared in front of Sami, as though the distance between them had never existed.

\'\'Gaghh.\'\'

Sami was thrown backwards like a bale of straw by a palm slap to the chest.

Why are you still here waiting? Go bring him downstairs. \'\' Tika turned around to face the driver and said.

\'\'Yes. \'\' With the excitement of seeing the power of an item holder with his own eyes again, the driver dashed towards the stairs leading up from the outside of the apartment.

\'\'Wait! \'\'

When Sami saw the driver running towards the stairs, he quickly got up and shouted in panic. Even though the blow to his chest hurt like hell, he still managed to breathe enough air into his shaken lungs to yell.

\'\'Intruder!!! \'\'

\'\'Is your mind still functioning? It\'s interesting that those things on your body don\'t seem to be just fat. \'\'

Tika laughed and said. Even though she hadn\'t meant to kill Sami and didn\'t want to start a commotion, she was shocked to find that the blow hadn\'t knocked him out.

\'I guess it\'s okay if I kill some annoying slum rats. \' Tika muttered.

Since item holders typically don\'t care too much about the lives of regular people, she didn\'t think it would matter if this fat annoying person died, despite knowing there was a high rank associated with this region. In addition, Tika\'s family had sent her here in her role as a battle maid.

*Pow!*

This time, as Tika approached Sami with murder in mind, she heard a voice behind her, and upon turning, she saw her driver writhing on the ground, holding his stomach.

She then shifted her focus a little further and noticed a person standing there who was completely in black, including a mask and gloves.

\'\'Who are you? \'\'

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Monthly Goals Every;

300 Power stones (on a weekly basis)= 1 extra chapter(Max 5) --

75 Golden Tickets= 1 extra chapter(Max5) --

Magic Castle = 1 extra chapter(N/A)