บท 48: A Revenge In White

The news quickly spread. It didn't take long before a crowd surrounded the entrance of the building. Fell was currently inside an elevator, and he was enjoying the view of the city.

The sun was still pointed high in the sky, majestically illuminating the city with its soft light. A dim light that reflected on the multitude of skyscrapers that spread all over the view, refracting and condensing through the spotless steely wall and translucent glass.

"The view is really worth it." He exclaimed while looking at his right hand; The same hand that ended the frail man's life.

Deep down, although he wasn't sure of his action. He didn't regret anything.

As the elevator progressed in its ascension passing through a layer of clouds. A breathtaking view appeared in front of Fell. His eyes opened wide as his heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

The top of all of New Casablanca's buildings pierced through the layers of clouds, making them look like many sword tips that proudly drilled their way to heaven.

As he lost himself to the scenery, Fell's troubled mind calmed down under natures cleansing.

His ascension stopped as he had already attained the top floor. Unfortunately, he noticed that there were several other buildings that kept piercing through the firmament.

He shook his head with a look of pity and turned around to face the elevator's door while pondering.

"Contrary to this man-made construct, my ascension won't stop now!" He affirmed in his mind carving the sentence deeply in his heart.

The shining metallic door smoothly opened without a noise. The first thing that appeared in front of Fell was a soft flaming red carpet that was spread all over the floor. As the young cultivator's view left the ground, a youth dressed in a clean waiter's attire appeared in front of him.

A broad smile was drawn on his face, and he amicably nodded in Fell's direction before leaving in haste. In each of his hand dangled two large silver trays filled with a customer's order.

Fell sighed as he didn't even leave him the time to ask him about the Assault's Team whereabouts, instantly darting as soon as he greeted him.

"Well, it shouldn't be hard to find them!" He nonchalantly thought before marching forward, entering deep in the high-class café.

"We're at such high altitude, but I can't feel any cold wind!" He randomly thought while moving past several tables.

He looked upward and saw a small-scale dome surrounding the rooftop. Enclosing the café and sheltering it from the cold environment. He slowed his steps while watching the technology used to achieve it.

"It's only blocking the coldness, nothing else! I can even feel a soft refreshing breeze." He thought while taking a deep breath, feeling a soft and fresh air go through him.

As he was enjoying the calming mood, a shoulder briskly made contact with him moving Fell out of the way.

"Tsk… Watch your steps…" A blond-haired man blurted before moving past him.

"What steps? I wasn't even moving…" Fell murmured in a soft tone.

"Not happy? You can just leave." The blond man exclaimed as he walked further away. "Peasant…" he muttered while sighing. A smile quickly replaced his disgusted expression as he joined a table filled with stylish youth.

Thankfully for him, the scenery in the elevator calmed Fell's mind, and he wasn't in the mood to slap random children. His eyes darted everywhere. After a few moments, he finally managed to notice the Assault Team.

Johnny's large frame couldn't escape his view, especially when that fellow was the only one who came in the café dressed in his training uniform. The only other exception was Fell himself, dressed in his usual spotless black martial attire.

Ronnie and Walter were dressed in clean suits. Except that Ronnie wasn't wearing a tie. His shirt wasn't completely closed, leaving his slightly muscular chest visible.

He strode past several tables and stopped in front of them.

"Hello everyone! I apologize for being late!" He exclaimed in a clear voice taking the group out of their discussion.

"Oh Fell! Not a problem we just arrived." Walter brushed the matter and pressed a dial on the table. The floor opened, and a chair swiftly appeared in that spot. "Come!" He exclaimed while pointing at the chair.

"Yo Brother!" Johnny, loud voice greeted him. "You fixed that… problem of yours?" He finished the sentence with a softer tone.

"Yeah!" He responded while making a gesture with his left hand.

The rest of the group all sighed at the same time. Fell chuckled, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

His eyes darted all around the table as it was his first time seeing the Assault Team without their MechSuit.

Down the street, in front of the entrance of the building where Fell's group was currently chatting. The large crowd that was surrounding Fell's earlier fight already left the street. Their fear bolstered their leg as they didn't want to receive any misfire during the vendetta of the frail man's family.

A few minutes after the incident, several white trucks similar to the assault team's vehicle dashed through the empty street before stopping in front of the giant metallic structure. They came driving with hastened speed, and their wheel scrapped on the asphalt as the vehicles came to a sudden stop.

Along with the scent of the burned tire, the trucks' back doors opened in sync. Several MechSuit's left the vehicles. Their weight made the ground tremble as they encircled the building. Their formation was finished in a single breath showing their military might. One last sound resounded. A deep white metallic MechSuit touched the ground; its feet produced close to zero sounds compared to its earlier counterparts.

The helmet moved rising in the direction of the sky, aiming straight at the top of the tower. An intense maliciousness fixed with hate escaped from the full-body armor.

"You think you can enjoy a free meal unscathed. I don't know who you are but killing my son so blatantly in the street."

"Even if he was a failure of a nobleman that could only use my power to abuse others in his life."

"In the end, he's my own flesh and blood. And for this, you will die!

"Begin!" A deep and powerful voice escaped from the helmet, the potency of his voice was so powerful that the helmet didn't muffle his voice like the other MechSuits. He didn't even tremble during his speech. No sign of anger was present in his tone; only a striking cold calmness was present during the father's statement.

As soon as the command was uttered, its swift execution was done on the spot. The MechSuits' metal plates in their back began moving, their squirm like movement caused the formation of two cannons in the place of their scapulas. Several screeches resounded as they quickly dashed into a flight, burning flames escaped from their back as they swiftly flew. Their speed made their ascension of the building spectacular, crossing several floors in less than a breath.

The white MechSuit was at the forefront of the small army. His arms were crossed, and he broke through the air like a spear in a battlefield. His ascension was faster than the rest, and he swiftly closed the gap between him and Fell's position.

In the rooftop, the client of the café soon heard the jet-like sound that was approaching them.

"What the hell could this be?" Asked a confused young man to his friends

"It's a MechSuit!" Screamed a black-skinned man. His finger was pointing straight at the newcomer.

High in the sky that turned red due to the closing sunset, in the middle of the red canvas floated white shining lights that were emanating from the white MechSuit.