Fight Syndicate
"I'm new to the country... Not the fights."
These were the cold words of a man with glowing green eyes under the raining dark clouds, as smoke was still burning in his cigarette while he was grabbing the arm of another guy stuck beneath his leg, begging for mercy.
"Ack! My arm! My arm! Spare me! I won't come back! Spa-"
*Crack*
The sounds of bone cracking were deafening, and in the eyes of that man, his leg suddenly widened on the verge of popping out his skull, as at the same time, a grin covered the face of that man smoking cigerette. With a grin filled with deep and dark satisfaction, he coldly announced while releasing that twisted arm on the ground.
"Oops, it broke."
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! My arm! My arm!!!! You fucking monster! Why!?? Why!?! Uwaaah!!! I will fucking-"
"Oye? Fuck, are you threatening?"
The cries and screams threatening others went silent as fast as they had come. The next second, several more sounds of bone cracking were heard in a row as the burning cigerette was pushed right into his ears.
"Ah! It's burning! It hurts! It hurts!!!!"
"Should I have that thought before trying to start this whole situation?"
He collected up his grey hairs falling on his face, and while pulling them back, revealing glowing, cold green pupils, he left the bloody night with a metal baseball bat in his hand and the man with a crushed arm on the rainy ground, along with a whole gang of delinquents all unconscious in the same night during the same fight against one man who was born a legend... And
will die a god.
--- oh yeah btw, everything here is just shit I made up sitting on toilet seat, I mean fictional, it's fictional novel aimed towards realism, add it to your booklist, much appreciated cool dude, (fuck you loser for not adding this gold in your booklist, tsk thu!) ---
BeautifulLie · Sport
