Max Stats in the Apocalypse

Roger was searching for something on the internet. With his phone that shows holographic images, he taps on it and searches for important things about the gangsters near his neighborhood.

However, when he remembered Taylor, a grin curled up on his lips. He turned off his phone and went straight to Taylor's table, where he was just silently sitting down with his friends.

Taylor and his friend looked at him and suddenly became worried about what was going to happen. It seems like fear was injected into their systems, and Roger doesn't care about it since it was even better for him.

Roger then put his hands on the table, grabbing everyone's attention as he was staying in front of Taylor's table.

And thus, the whispering started that was like mosquito noise at night.

"Hey, do you think they're going to fight again? But why is Roger provoking them?"

"Shhh... Let's just watch what's going to happen."

Roger looked intently into Taylor's eyes, and that made him swallow a mouthful of saliva in anxiety.

"Calm down. I am not here for a fight. I just want to ask some things. Just act like a civilized person." Roger said to them when he noticed the worried expressions painted all over their faces.

Taylor acted as if he was not affected by Roger's presence. He lifted his chest and then raised a question to him.

"What is it? I can answer your question. Just don't involve my friends."

Taylor's friend almost teared up at how he was trying to protect them. Meanwhile, Roger just cringed at how pretentious Taylor was. He still remembers that he dragged some of his friends from the other section just to beat him. That was awful.

"You are connected with some gangsters, right?" Roger asked, which made him still in his seat, and gave him hard breathing.

He didn't reply, which made Roger bothered by it.

"Sighs... Don't be like that. I just want to ask. And also, don't try to hide it; it's obvious."

"W-What are you talking about?" Taylor flatly denied it.

"Huh? You are still denying it, although you are stuttering. Just tell me if you don't want this." Then Roger lifted his fist and that made him gulp.

"Okay. I will answer it. But what are you going to do with it? Do you want revenge? I warn you, even if you beat us, you can't challenge them."

Roger just laughed at Taylor's words, which were truly underestimating him. Not being arrogant, Roger was still confident since gangsters like them were just terrifying in front of normal people. But for Roger, who had seen plenty of showboating people like them who pick their targets, he still could not stomach it.

He just sighed after laughing, then landed an intimidating glare at Taylor's group.

"Don't pry anymore after this. Just answer my question, " he said.

Taylor nodded aggressively, then started giving Roger the information he needed. When he was done, Roger smiled at him and patted his shoulder.

"Thanks for the information. If you ever want to become my dog, I will treat you better." Then he left, leaving Taylor feeling his nerves showing on his forehead from anger.

'You will have your time, Roger.'

***

The sun finally rested, and with it, Roger was ready to commence his plan. However, what was his plan? Well, he just wanted to visit some of the gangsters Taylor told him about.

Nothing more.

"Of course, they will be waiting for me." Roger mumbled as he got to the location where Taylor told him to. He hinted that Taylor would surely notify the gang, but of course, they didn't want to underestimate him again since he was stronger than them in some ways.

Even humiliating, they just thought he might be an Awakened with strength affinity or just a trainee from the other gang.

"Then, what should I do with them? Should I treat them better? I only wanted to absorb their power." Roger jokingly said to himself, then sighed.

"Hey, who are you and why are you here?" A bulky man asked Roger as soon as he was discovered in his 'walk'.

In reality, Roger didn't even try to sneak in. As he was just complacent, he already knew that these people were already prepared for him. Taylor was just another cunning person he knew. Thus, he knew that he would surely do anything in his power to get revenge on him.

Roger's lips curled up as he slowly hastened his pace. He ran at a slow pace that made the bulky man alarmed.

"Intruder!" the man shouted, and that made Roger smile in delight.

"You already prepared for my arrival. Don't act like you don't know that I'll be here."

Roger jumped with his right knee, prepared to land on the face of the man. Meanwhile, the man defended himself by covering his face with both hands in front of his face, but didn't expect to know that Roger's body was curving.

While in midair, Roger put his strength in his hips and forcedly shifted his body to the right, lifting his left foot and kicking the right temple of the man.

Roger's foot hit the head, eventually making him go sideways, then fall down unconscious.

"That's one." Roger mumbled, then continued pursuing the entrance of their building.

The building where the gangsters stay was once an apartment building for lease. There were vacant shops and some rooms that hadn't been used for commercial purposes but only as their base.

Knowing this, Roger already took things into account. For starters, he must be prepared of guns. In a building like this that can be easily flocked by gangsters, there should surely be a place to hide their unregistered heavy guns, which are illegal in their district if not registered.

However, he doesn't need to worry about being hit by bullets. What he worries about is friendly fire since he didn't come here to result in the deaths of the gangsters but to totally absorb them.

One after another, gangsters appeared before him, stopping him from entering the building. But Roger was too insistent on his purpose; he just hit them while dodging their attacks.

From one to five, Roger had already cleared his path. However, he was caught off guard when, before he knew it, more gangsters emerged from the building wielding bats, batons, and other blunt objects.

"Hey, kid. Are you from a rival gang? Perhaps the Red Bulls or Jungle Heat? Maybe the Blazing Bears? Where are you from and who sent you?" A man asked. He had a scar across his forehead and lips. And his hair was a bit of a military cut.

'This kid doesn't look too easy. He seems to be a trainee or a hidden chick in a gang. And looking at how he fought, he had good senses and a strong body.

But what he was wrong about is that he underestimated us and went on his own, even asking that motherfucking trainee Taylor about our location.' The gangster thought.

Meanwhile, Roger didn't pay any heed to the gangster's question; instead, he was counting their numbers.

"Oh... Over fifty people are here, huh. If I may compliment you, you have a strong family. "

Seeing that Roger didn't pay any attention to him, the gangster's nerves showed on his forehead, irritatedly gesturing with his hands as well to attack Roger.

"You've given this to yourself, kid. We were thinking of poaching you, but it seems like you are just a thickheaded kid. You'll get your lesson.. Beat him."