Luthor would walk out of the alleyway with this horrible sense of urgency. He needed to be quick, and he needed to find those friends in low places that he would so desperately need. He would take a few turns down a winding road, before he came to a sketchy neighborhood. He changed his stance to be closer to the wall before he walked up to a man with a strange looking tattoo-sleeve covered up by his shirt sleeve. "Hey, You know where to find an old man? Real short like? Gray hair, has a beard..." He said, describing the man in the most basic sense. The man would nod and point down Yagakata Street, Luthor would walk down the road and he would take a second to actually try to walk around. He wanted to find this bastard, but he couldn't do it without information."Stupid prick...He isn't down here. Sir...? Sir!" He asked, having walked to another citizen. Seeing this guy, it made him think he'd have some actual information. "I'm looking for a short guy, Grey hair, has a beard. Wears a suit all the time." The guy looked up and down at him, before pointing to a building directly. Luthor would nod, and smirk. "Thanks buddy...Ill make sure to leave something nice for ya. Payment, you could call it." He said as he walked to the building with a swagger he knew he shouldn't have had, but he wanted it. He needed it.
He would walk his way to the front doors, and he would see the buildings sign. It was neon, made for the night. He would chuckle softly as he looked on. "Paint the target a big bigger why don't ya?" he said, as he kicked open the doors to reveal a small front office. He expected to find a receptionist, instead he found three armed dudes. One had a bat, two had a knife, and they all had terrible intentions for Luthor. "oh come on..." he said, readying his boxing stance. He started getting his feet into a slight bounce, before he would dash forward. The fella with the bat would be the first to strike as he swung forward, luthor ducking his swing and throwing a haymaker from the ducking position to nail the dude. The bat-man would have taken a couple step back to which luthor would throw a jab to his side, getting the jump on one of the knife men. Following this jab with another, before an uppercut to the chin would put him on his ass. He would shift to the side prematurely as he heard a squeak behind him. He was ready for it now. He would watch the second knife wielding man stumble forward as he missed his swing to which luthor would hit him with a straight in the back of the head. He would fall to the ground, and groan as his knife would tumble and clang against the ground.
The baseball wielder sprung to his feet and tried for a forward jab, and luthor could feel this one. He felt it in the side of his ribs, and he groaned. He knew a bruise was gonna form, but he pushed past. He wrapped the inside of his arm around the bat before rolling into a haymaker against the user. The guy was taking too much damage, and honestly decided he would play dead rather to take more of a beating. Luthor just stood there for a minute before he heard more thudding. "Oh great...I'm
done with the appetizer." He said as he would run up the steps past the desk, turning the corner to see a hallway leading to a door with Kanji on it. Fuck it, he had to get to that door. He dashed forward, starting a sprint. A dude with a bat came out from a side hallway to try and take him out. Considering Luthor has already been in a crouched state while sprinting, he had been able to dodge the bat swing and he picked up the assailant on the way. He decided he was gonna get through that door one way or another so he approached the doorway, the carried dude trying to bash his elbow's into luthor's back to try and slow him down before they reached the door to a failing effort. A crash rang out, and there was the stairwell. More and More men piled out into the hallway.Luthor had used the assailant to bash through the door, diving in the process, which lead to the man slamming his head against the concrete steps. Yea, he was dead. Luthor looked behind him to see the men piling into the main hallway, and he squared up. he dived off the steps with a superman punch to get the jump, landing on one man and being able to strike another. The first dude had been hit in the chin with his knee, an accidental but beneficial move. He had been able to take out that very same man, weeding down the numbers from 4 to 3 as luthor landed his superman punch. As luthor was trying to stand The second man, wearing a red jacket, would tackle him and try to grab his arm. Luthor rolling on his back, kneeing him in the stomach as he fought for his arm. Slowly but surely, they had toppled luthor and started beating the piss out of him. "Alright boys...that's enough. Let's take 'em to the boss." The four men, and luthor, looked at the voice to see a large man. He wasn't large in the sense of being built. He was very rotund, had a lot of fat on him. This man was exactly who luthor had described...but not the man in mind. "Head Orochi...are you sure?" Luthor just sighed, getting wrapped up in this nonsense for nothing. He just stopped fighting, and let himself be dragged somewhere else.
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The Unknown Saga
Terror⚠️ WARNING! WARNING! ⚠️ This story contains mature themes (as evident by the mature tag being on) such as Death [both tame and violent] of all age ranges, Mentions of Consensual Intercourse between adults, Bodily horror, Themes of Depression and Inc...