38. "Decimus Fang vs Baldy Snake: A One-Sided Beating"

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Night life of Scion Qing Metropolis,

The city was alive with activity, as gangs vied for control over its glittering exterior. Behind the shiny façades, however, lurked a darkness that simmered just below the surface.

Under the cover of night, the city pulsed with the energy of various gang leaders and their minions engaged in fierce territorial battles.

Tonight was no different, as one of the leaders of a notorious gang dared to challenge the infamous Hollows Fangs.

This particular gang leader was known for his inflated ego and misplaced confidence. He believed that if he could defeat the Hollows Fangs, he would earn a coveted spot among the top dogs of Scion Qing City, just below their boss, The Hollow.

With a sneer plastered across his face, he stood in the midst of his opponent's gang members, wearing a tattered shirt with buttons undone, revealing bizarre tattoos that adorned his body. His voice boomed, dripping with disdain as he taunted his potential opponent.

"Who's the puny motherf*cker who dares to challenge us, the Hollows Fangs?" he bellowed, exuding arrogance. "Come forward, you sorry sucker! Are you too scared to face me? Are you cowering in some dark corner, trembling in fear? Hahahaha!"

The tension crackled in the air as the challenge hung heavy. The gang members around him roared in anticipation, reveling in the impending spectacle.

The Hollows Fangs, known for their fearsome reputation, were notorious for their ruthlessness and power.

The gang members watched in awe as one of the infamous Hollows Fang stood unwavering, taunting their leader with a fearless smirk on his face.

The bald-headed man with a serpent tattoo stretching from his bald scalp down to his back emerged from a dark corner, causing the gang to part ways for him.

"Hey, hey, you don't have to shout for me to come, I'm already here," Baldy Snake said, his voice oozing with confidence.

Decimus Fang, the leader of the Hollows Fang, sneered at his challenger. "Oh, it's you, Baldy Snake. I didn't think you had the guts to face me."

Baldy Snake chuckled, a snicker playing on his lips. "Why wouldn't I challenge you, Decimus Fang?"

The air crackled with tension as the two men locked eyes, their fighting spirit palpable.

"Ohh...!"

The gang members roared with excitement, reveling in the oppressive atmosphere that hung heavy around the two rivals.

The fight erupted with a swift move of Baldy Snake as he lunged forward with a punch aimed at Decimus Fang's face.

"Swish...Thump!"

Decimus, with his keen reflexes, caught the punch with a clenched fist, squinting his eyes and furrowing his forehead in determination.

"Whoosh!"

A moment later, Decimus countered with a powerful action as his leg arced towards Baldy Snake's temple in a lightning-fast kick.

"Thump...step...step...!!"

Baldy Snake managed to block it with his other hand, but the force of the blow sent him stumbling backwards.

The two fighters engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, with Decimus demonstrating his superior skills.

His punches were precise and calculated, landing with a resounding "Thump...whoosh..." as he evaded Baldy Snake's attempts to strike back.

Decimus's strength was evident as he delivered a mighty punch to Baldy Snake's gut, causing him to recoil in pain and fall to the ground on his backside with a pained expression.

Decimus cracked his neck, exuding confidence as he looked down at Baldy Snake with disdain written all over his face.

"Is that all you've got, huh, Baldy Snake?" Decimus taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance, as he stood tall, radiating an air of dominance.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the spectators held their breath, captivated by the intense showdown between the two fighters.

Decimus Fang, a towering figure with a chiseled jawline and a menacing aura, stood over Baldy Snake, who cowered on the ground after daring to challenge him.

Decimus was about to deliver a well-deserved beating, his fists clenched and ready to strike. But just as he raised his arm, his phone rang, interrupting the impending violence.

"Ring...Ring...!" The sharp sound pierced through the tension in the air, and Decimus paused, his eyes narrowing as he checked the caller ID.

His expression changed from fury to composed focus as he recognized the name on the screen.

"Yes, Decimus Fang here!" He spoke in a measured tone, his deep voice commanding attention.

The voice on the other end of the call was authoritative, belonging to someone higher in the ranks than Decimus. "Drop whatever you are doing and reach the place which I am about to tell you, and take care of this task asap!" the voice instructed, leaving no room for hesitation.

"Yes, Prime! I will immediately reach that place!" Decimus acknowledged, his loyalty to his superior evident in his tone.

"Alright, be done with it and make sure not to leave any trace behind," Prime instructed before ending the call.

Decimus glanced down at Baldy Snake, who was still trembling on the ground, fear etched on his face.

A dangerous smile spread across Decimus' lips as he relished the opportunity to put the arrogant Snake in his place. "Good for you, Baldy Snake," he sneered. "You've dodged a bullet... for now."

With a final glance of superiority, Decimus turned and strode away from the scene, leaving the gang members who had been watching in awe and fear, parting like a sea to make way for him.

"Brooom....broooooom.!"

Decimus Fang sat in one of the car parks not far from there, and the car sped up, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

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At the car,

"Where do I take you, Sir Decimus?" The subordinate asked, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"The block three, rose cross," Decimus muttered, providing a specific address. The subordinate seemed surprised, as Decimus rarely ventured there unless it was for a task that required swift and discreet completion.

"Right away, Sir!" The subordinate nodded, stepping on the accelerator and speeding up the car.

A few minutes later, the car came to a halt outside a nondescript warehouse that resembled a toy storehouse.

"Click...!" The door creaked open, revealing rows of various weapons and illegal contraband.

Decimus Fang stepped inside, selecting what he needed for the task at hand. With a calculating expression and a bloodthirsty grin, he closed the door behind him, locking it securely.

"Let's go. We have someone to take care of," he said, his teeth glinting as he grinned with anticipation.

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