Black Clover Black Bulls Novels & Stories

And of the Bolgun men were even slowly gripped his axe handle by his hip as they all stare down the 2 thug. “…sorry about his stupid mouth, good sir….the boy is still young and so does his brains….worry not, good sir..this is Red Cow Gang, Black Market…where you got your product..is no one concerns…as long as you are willing to sell and not cause ruckus inside the market…you and your men are welcome here with our open hands…hehehe..”.(Bald Bob)

I slide out from under the car, wiping my hands on a rag as five bikes roll into the yard, chrome flashing under the afternoon sun. My breath catches the moment I see the patches on their leather vests, black and crimson, a clawed wolf’s paw tearing through metal. Iron Claws. The name alone makes my blood run cold. I haven’t seen that patch in years. Engines idle for a moment, then one by one, they go quiet. The smell of exhaust and dust fills the air as the riders swing off their bikes.