Chapter Eight

Lucas steps out of the bus, his clothes

ragged and looking modest, blending into

the chaotic streets of the city. His eyes

scan the towering buildings, an entirely different world from the countryside.

"Everything starts here." Lucas said to

himself.

He adjusts his cap low over his eyes,

trying to avoid attention. He knows he

can't afford to be recognized. As he

wanders through a series of narrow

alleyways, looking for a public call box.

He hears footsteps behind him. A group

of rough looking hoodlums block his

path, smirking as they approach.

"Looks like we have got ourselves a

lost puppy." One of the

hoodlums said, grinning.

"Bet he's got some cash on him."

Another one whispered laughing.

Lucas keeps his cool, his fists tightening

at his sides. He immediately remembered

the warning from his uncle, Thomas. "This is

not about fighting, Lucas. This is about

survival. You need to be smart, keep your

head down."

He then thought to himself ' after all I'm not

going to stay down and watch them kill me.

So I got to fight to survive.'

"You don't want to do this."

Lucas calmly intoned with his gaze fixed

on them, boiling in rage.

"Oh, big talk from the country boy ah! you

wanna show us some super powers, right!"

the gang leader finally uttered.

"Na, not big talk, no super powers. But you're about to see what this boy, from

the country side can do." Lucas uttered

with his ready to fight expression.

"Alright let's see what you gat."

The gang leader furiously lashed out.

The hoodlums attack, but Lucas springs

into action, his reflexes sharp from

years of hard work and training. He

landed a fist in one of the thug's face,

causing him to bleed. Then he quickly

lowered to the ground, dodging

a punch Thrown at him. He lands a hard

elbow in another thug's ribs, and takes

down another with a swift kick. Despite

being outnumbered, Lucas fights them

off with impressive skill, leaving them on

the ground groaning in pain.

"Wrong guy to mess with."

Lucas uttered, breathing heavily.

Without Lucas noticing, as Mr. Matteo

washed Lucas fight the thugs off from

far with his limousine parked.

"I like that boy. go get me him." Mr. Matteo

mumbled, admiring every kick and punch.

Lucas threw at the thugs. And after the fight,

He sent one of his bodyguards to go give

Lucas his business card for later Link up.

"Hey boy you fight well, and my Boss

looks impressed. In case you need any

help, don't hesitate to dial that number.

That's my Boss's business card. I guess

you're lucky to get his attention. the ball

is in your court play it well." One of Mr.

Matteo's bodyguard uttered.

Lucas looking with a deadpan

expression as he watches Mr. Matteo's

bodyguard walk towards the limousine

open the door, enter and drive off.

Lucas waking Up from shock, as one

of the thug's groans in pain on the ground

Lucas rushes to the call box close by.

He dialed Alex number, and waited a little

longer before Alex could pick.

"It's Lucas. I'm in the city."

Lucas mumbling.

"I will be there in ten minutes. Stay

Where you are." Alex uttered in hurry.

Alex pulls up in a sleek, unmarked car.

As Lucas gets in, Alex glances at the

bruised and bloodied hoodlums lying

on the ground.

"Looks like you've had an eventful

welcome." Alex smirked glancing at

Lucas.

"I'm ready Alex. No more secrets. I

need to know everything." Lucas

mumbling keeping a straight face.

"Good. let's go somewhere safe first.

We have a lot to talk about." Alex

uttered matching on the accelerator.