"Hey boy… What the hell did you do?" He hollered, with a cold tone. Meanwhile, he quickly reached for his side pockets, equipping a pair of brass knuckles.
'Playtime is over you little sh*t. I'm gonna cripple you, and taste that b*tch right in front of you for this humiliation!' He grimaced as he made his mental vow. His thoughts already wandering to the envisioned aftermath once again.
The proud and arrogant leader refused to believe that this one simple teen was responsible for all of his men's current, pathetic state. The carnage of his full gang, leaving them in a proverbial pool of their own blood!
No, that was impossible! Something must have happened while he was deep in his own thoughts!
The mysterious boy, Aziel simply smirked at the bald, tattooed bulky man's nervous question. He could see the same pride, the same contempt and prejudice in his eyes, the disbelief and clinging to the illusion rather than accepting the cold harsh reality displayed right in front of him.