Malik's POV
Welcome to the underworld
I tugged at my hood to cover my face as I moved nimbly through the alley way in the shadows and by drunk, homeless and crack heads murmuring or fighting.
"Hey kid , got a nice loot there I see why don't you share some " A Random dude walked up to me in the alley
You see first rule of the underworld never ever let your guard down because there are always people eyeing your stuff
Rule number two be able to defend yourself
Rule number three there are no morals and code of conduct in the slumsso be able to lie through your teeth
"Nothing, I got nothing " I replied keeping a poker face, that I have trained through out my life.
"Oh I would believe you but you made quite a ruckus kid"
He said stepping out of the shadow. He was aan standing at 5'8 feet, obsessed and having a greedy look in his eye.
"Well sorry you got the wrong guy" I said trying to leave
He stretched his hand trying to grab the bag I stole... Cough I mean my bag.
I hit his nose with my elbow and grabbed his wrist, pushing my body backwarda and using the force to send him flying over my head.
"Ahhhhh fuck " He screamed while holding his nose that was bleeding and snot flowing from it.
He pulled out a sharp knife 🔪from his pocket and he rushes towards me
I side step him and grabbed his wrist and twisted it and hit his hand forcing him to drop the knife and I moved my hands to grab his head and knee him square In the face thrice before letting him go
As he slums to the ground his face covered in his blood and screaming
I already heard several footsteps moving towards us probably his help. I grabbed my bag and made a run from there jumping through an opposite wall and into the night