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Tokyo, Japan,

Shibuya,

Samuel POV,

"I too feel like betting it all on one blow." Spec nodded his head in agreement, a wild grin plastered on his face. The old man's excitement was practically radiating off him at that moment.

In response, Samuel who standing directly across from him nodded silently, holding out his right hand while holding the left near his head, the traditional defend and attack stance one would have... if they were using weapons.

Amou, had retreated a bit, now leaning against one of the outlying trees of the park with an amused smile....though, the concentration in her eyes was no joke. Maybe not as much as Samuel, but she too was a genius at fighting and had learned a great deal simply by observing the two fighters going at each other at the moment.

"Here's my devastating, Wu-Hu-Xu-Lian-Da."

"Why is it that everyone feels like I need to know the name of their technique." Samuel shook his head with a small amused smile, it was just strange is all. He didn't mind it but... didn't they feel embarassed say things like those outloud?

"A thing of mutual respect."

"Damn, must be nice." Samuel now chuckled lightly, respect was something he gave but did not want.

Spec however, was by now done with his preparation, vanishing from his original position, he appeared near Samuel.

And then,

A rain of blows that sounded like canonfire, alarming everyone in their immediate vicinity.

-x-X-x-

"Sir, your son is fighting Spec."

The two people that had been observing Samuel answered directly to Ren himself and they were quick to report the 'incident' to him. Spec was a person anyone in the know would recognise nearly instantly, the man was one of the most famous and dangerous criminals in the United States after all. Known for sickening displays of violence and brutality.

"Then......why haven't you intervened yet?" Ren as always spoke with a relatively calm and stern voice, still though, it held an insane intimidation factor, the man talking slightly shivered.

"Sir, we were about to but....."

"But what Maxwell?"

"He's .... winning."

".....What?"

It was unbelievable and shocking, a man known for his insane prowess had started losing.. badly and brutally at that. They'd seen Samuel get thrown like a ragdoll and almost started shooting..but, the next moment the young heir had stood up completely unhurt, as if the hit that had literally thrown him through the air hadn't even bothered him.

".....Show me." Ren did trust these men, he'd never had told them to guard his son if he didn't but, this was something even he couldn't believe without seeing.

"Shigure." Maxwell looked to his blonde companion, a man of relatively thin but tall stature in a suit. The man identified as 'Shigure' nodded quickly, using his own phone to open a call with their boss and then showing what was happening via camera.

They weren't exactly carrying the proper equipment for something like this.

Ren, who was sitting in his office with his hands locked together over the table, showed a slight hint of surprise.

He saw two men, one was his own son and the other was Spec, blows were being rained down on Samuel by a gravely injured Spec, the speed of his attacks grew duller and duller with each passing moment. Samuel, in contrast, looked like he wasn't even tired yet. Skillfully blocking the blows sent his way, it was obvious who the victor would be here.

Ren didn't mind the brutal way in which Spec had been injured, he himself would have done far worse were he to be attacked by such a criminal. This man didn't even deserve a trial, he should have been put down in Ren's opinion, not locked in a prison where he would be clothed and fed free of charge.

What surprised him though, was the prowess of his own son. He'd known Samuel would have insane physical prowess, it was a family thing... He'd also known that the boy was somewhat obsessed with martial arts and furthering his own skills in the field.... This shocked him though, at the same time, it made him proud.

Ren was happy to have such a talented son. The humbleness he displayed was a bit too much but, factoring in his skill at nearly everything, it made the teenager that much more impressive in his father's eyes.

"Still.... when you get a chance... Take the shot." Ren ordered sternly, his son could surely kill the man on his own but, Ren didn't want him to go through that yet.... Maybe later, but not right now.

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Samuel tilted his head to the side, avoiding a punch to the head and in that moment, pulled back his fist as much as possible before smashing it into Spec's face, blood spurted but, Samuel wasn't done yet. Putting more weight and power into the fist, he practically smashed Spec's head into the ground, burying it in the soil.

Now, only a body with it's head buried in ground could be seen.

"You've lost, Spec." Samuel slightly smiled, it did feel nice to win.

"A fight doesn't end unt-...?!"

Samuel smashed his fist into Spec's face again,

"I know."

One punch to the chest.

Another.

Then another.

It was Samuel's turn.

...

...

....Punch after punch was delivered to Spec's body, Samuel's hands and arms seemingly leaving afterimages as he continued to punch and punch and punch and punch.

This man had threatened to harm his family, while he was sure he couldn't do it now. Samuel wasn't someone who'd take the chance.. That first hit had broken his neck and bent his head the wrong way....

Spec, who had been recieving hits for a good few minutes now, could see that this opponent was an unbeatable one. He was unable to resist, unable to move or counterattack and his face was a completely mangled mess, there were slashes all over his body and the pain he felt was insurmountable.

He was living because of sheer will now, looking for someone that could truly beat him, someone who he stood no chance against and.... he was grateful to Samuel for being that person. His skin started wilting and getting paler, his bulky body started deflating.

"Alright, that's enough, sir."

Samuel's shoulder was patted by Maxwell, the black haired foreigner smiled pensively as Samuel looked up to him somewhat confused, inwardly, he was grateful that Samuel didn't hit him out of reflex, unsure if he could tank a hit from a Hayes.

In that moment, Shigure pointed a pistol at Spec's face... and, he shot him in the head.

Amou appeared behind him, wrapping an arm around his head and holding the other against his back, "Move, I dare you." Her voice was serious and annoyed, did this man just interfere in Samuel's fight?

"We work for your father, sir." Maxwell bowed his head respectfully, "I hope you'll forgive us for interfering."

Amou scoffed, letting go of Shigure making the man fix his tie with an expressionless face, he wasn't exactly scared of the girl threatening to pierce his gut.

"Huh." Samuel sat back on the grass, wiping his forehead with a small smile, "Well, thank you for stopping me." He had no idea how to cover it up if the man had died to 'his' hands...

Spec was still dead though, strangely enough his body looked far older than before now.

Maxwell's eyes widened in surprise before he smiled, "No problem, sir." With his boss' spoiling and willful nature, he'd have thought Samuel a 'prideful' person.

Samuel only nodded silently, conversing with Amou about how the how fight had gone soon after while Maxwell called the necessary authorities. This would further elevate and boost the reputation of the Hayes family, they had taken down the one of greatest criminals in the united states after all.

Though, Samuel's involvement would be a secret for now.

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