"Scram!"
Terry Moore roared, scaring the group into a halt.
On regular days, they'd whip out a steel pipe and strike a pose.
People would normally just hand over the money without fuss.
But today they met their match, and it froze them in their tracks.
"Get him! A bunch of trash, it's just him alone!"
Lody, holding his nose and lying in the mud, kept shouting nonstop.
"Right! There's a bunch of us, beat him up!"
The group charged again.
"Such a nuisance!"
Terry Moore picked up the steel pipe Lody had dropped and slowly walked towards them.
Whoosh!
When the distance was less than a meter, he swung the pipe!
"Oww..."
The foremost thug collapsed on the muddy ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more swings, and two more fell.
The rest stopped in their tracks, looking at Terry Moore with fear.
This guy was ruthless!
The pipe in his hand was now bent out of shape.
In their usual fights, they'd never encountered someone this vicious.
"Fuck... that hurts!"
"My head..."