America? No, it's the warp!

Esme: A follower of the Slaanesh Order

Loyalty: 1 (I've only ever heard of what an empire is)

Khorne: 4 (He wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken)

[Nug: 56 (Haven't worked for 2 years)]

Slaanesh: 78 (Lust Overwhelming)

[Tzeentch: 2 (A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately she doesn't have one)]

Logan looked at Esme's stats and was completely relieved. With that Treachery stat, she couldn't possibly detect Logan's underhanded tricks no matter how hard she tried.

He held up one index finger:

"First, move out of this house by tomorrow. Halloween is coming soon, and I want to live in my own house."

Esme had no right to refuse, and she slowly nodded:

"Okay, I can move out today."

Logan extended his middle finger:

"Secondly, come with me to get a divorce."

This house is his premarital property. He was able to afford it after serving in the military for more than two years, and then he got married. There is no need to worry about it being divided.

As for the rest...

"You can't take a single penny of the other shared property."

Esme didn't agree immediately, but stammered as he spoke:

"Actually, we had already gone through the legal process of divorce two months ago, but we did it in absentia."

This procedure can be followed if one of the spouses goes missing or cannot be contacted for an extended period of time.

Logan never expected this to happen:

"You're already divorced? Then how come you're still receiving my veteran's benefits?"

"Perhaps the agency has never paid attention to this matter..."

Rotten America!

But that's fine too, since the house is my own and the money on me is my own, I don't need to bother with anything else.

"Okay, then consider the second thing done ahead of schedule. As for the third thing, I'll tell you after you've finished moving."

Logan left his phone number, took a set of keys, and left the rest of the time to the remorseful bitch.

Stepping outside, he felt refreshed all over. The two thorns that had been stuck in his body had finally been pulled out today, and he walked with a powerful stride.

The days of homelessness are gone forever.

Logan drove back to the waterfall park and parked his car in a corner.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt that as he walked, he saw several unfamiliar faces that he had seen many times before.

These people were dressed to deliberately disguise themselves as homeless people.

He was on guard and immediately used [Illusion Foresight] to predict whether he would be attacked.

An alleyway slowly appeared before him, and he was surrounded by four black men, each armed with weapons: crowbars, steel pipes, baseball bats, and so on.

Their faces were the same ones we just saw; it was obvious who sent them without even thinking about it. Logan's only major conflict with Terren so far was with Terren.

But he couldn't understand why Teren only sent four people when the entire Crippled Gang should know he was not to be trifled with.

They didn't even bring a gun.

With those few melee weapons, they couldn't even scratch him.

Logan doesn't plan to use firearms this time; he wants to take this opportunity to test the effects of [Meridian Forging].

He walked into the alleyway of his illusion, stood in the middle of it, and waited for the attack.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The sound of a car accelerating came from behind him. Logan turned around and saw a dilapidated car turning into the alleyway he had come from. The alley was just wide enough for it to pass through.

It was too late to dodge; when he turned around, he was only 2 meters away from the front of the car.

"Thump!"

The heavy impact echoed through the alley, and Logan flew several meters backward, falling to the ground and unable to get up.

Several black men quickly poured out of the car, armed with various weapons, but instead of rushing toward Logan, they began to utter threats.

How could someone who gets hit by a car possibly run away?

"Our boss told you a long time ago not to get involved in this, but you wouldn't listen."

The one in the lead was the most burly, and he was holding a crowbar.

"You've caused us to lose so many brothers, so we'll beat you until you're unconscious for days."

"Don't blame us, blame yourself for being too arrogant."

The four black men approached step by step, their arrogant expressions suggesting they had Logan completely under their thumb.

"Are you done talking?"

Logan stretched and stood up. The impact hadn't been strong enough; the vehicle hadn't accelerated fully, and the force of the collision was minimal thanks to the protection of his skin and muscles.

If I had to point out any impact, it would be that his mind went blank for a few seconds.

He really didn't expect a car to appear in the alley.

"Now that you've finished talking, it's my turn."

He drew his combat sword from his waist and held it horizontally in front of him.

"Don't say I'm bullying you. I don't need a gun, so what?"

The lead black man with the crowbar glanced at the approaching car, then at Logan, whose clothes weren't even torn, and broke down shouting:

"Are you kidding me! My car's front is completely dented! How come you're perfectly fine?!"

The henchmen were a little flustered. They had never seen such a monster before. Even the muscular men who injected drugs at the gym and shaped their heads into the Eiffel Tower couldn't do it.

"Don't worry, when my fist hits your face, you'll see why I'm okay."

Seeing that his underlings were somewhat timid, the leader of the black men found himself in a dilemma.

Retreating is not an option, nor is advancing.

They couldn't win in a fight, but if they retreated like this, they would lose face, and Teren wouldn't let them off the hook.

Left with no other option, he could only encourage his underlings to get beaten up.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! He's definitely faking it! Haven't you all heard that in car accidents, the person who looks fine the most is actually the most seriously injured? His internal organs are probably a complete mess right now. Go ahead and hit him, I'll take responsibility if you kill him!"

After the leader said that, the underlings looked at each other, and their eyes no longer held fear when they looked at Logan.

They sent their brains to their eldest brother for safekeeping.

The three henchmen rushed forward, the one with the baseball bat leading the charge, swinging it towards Logan's chest.

Logan met the attack with his combat knife held vertically. The incredibly sharp blade, under the pressure of the opposing forces, instantly severed the baseball bat in half.

While the other person was distracted, he kicked the nearest black man away from the car collision distance.

The kick landed below the chest, ensuring that the number of broken ribs was similar to the effect of a car crash.

The attacks from the other two black men were about to land, but Logan didn't dodge. He just braced his muscles and took the blows from the steel pipes.

Without cars, how can manpower and steel pipes be of any use?

The dull thud sounded again, and the numbness in their hands made the two black men feel as if they were hitting a solid brick wall, not a human body.

Before they could react, Logan leaped lightly, simultaneously launching both feet into the air, delivering the same car-like impact to them.

They were kissed on the wall from behind and kicked all over their chests. Before they even hit the ground, they had already passed out.

The whole process was too short. Before the leader could even open the car door, he saw that Logan had already set his sights on him. He didn't have time to drive, so he ran straight back the way he came, at the fastest speed he had ever run.

Logan didn't chase after them; instead, he aimed in one direction and threw his combat knife.