Rayden's heart beat in his chest as he successfully blocked Ramon "The Hammer" Rodriguez's hand. The tension in the area began to evaporate as the possibility of a violent clash was eliminated. Rayden's prudence had prevailed, sparing more bloodshed in the area.However, the relief he felt was tempered with anxiety. He hadn't yet learned everyone in the region, and his act of rebellion could easily find him in hot water again.Rayden took a deep breath and focused on the consequences of his action. He focused his attention on a young man who had been beaten by Ramon's gang, his face damaged and battered. Rayden approached him, providing a reassuring presence amid the turmoil."It'll be fine," Rayden replied quietly, placing a soothing hand on the young man's shoulder. "You're safe now."The young man glanced up at Rayden, grief and appreciation mixed in his eyes. "Thank you," he said, his voice full of genuine gratitude. "You don't know what it means to me that someone stood up to tho

Rayden, driven by an unwavering sense of justice, swiftly moved to block Ramón's attempt to slap Carina. His agile reflexes and determination to protect the innocent were evident as he intercepted Ramón's hand mid-air, preventing it from making contact with Carina's face.A flicker of annoyance flashed across Ramón's features, as this was not the first time Rayden had dared to interfere with his actions."Enough of your meddling, Bastard!" Ramón growled, his voice dripping with irritation. "You'll regret getting in my way once again."Rayden, undeterred by Ramón's warning, stood tall and resolute, ready to face the consequences of his actions. But before he could prepare for Ramón's retaliation, Ramón's frustration got the better of him.In a sudden surge of anger, he unleashed a powerful punch, connecting with Rayden's cheek. The force of the blow caused Rayden to stagger backward, disoriented for a moment.As Ramón's colleagues regained their footing, their faces etched with fear an

As Ramón stepped into the house, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he spotted Rayden standing there, alongside the old man he had callously pushed into the fish tank.Baldo could sense the tension thickening in the air, his anxiety exacerbating as he braced himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold."Why is that jerk here?" Ramón blurted out, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern.Carina, standing beside Baldo, held her ground with unwavering determination. "I invited him, Ramón. And I don't care if I invite those who have been wronged by you."Ramón felt a twinge of discomfort as he mustered the courage to approach Rayden, gracefully walking towards him. Looking up at Rayden, who stood slightly shorter in stature, Ramón couldn't help but cringe inwardly.He knew that he had tormented Rayden in the past, and now, facing him in Carina's house, his guilt and shame only intensified."You have no right to step foot in Carina's house," Ramón muttered, his voice

Rayden, burdened by the weight of his departure and the uncertainty of his journey, found solace in the simple act of walking along the road. With no horse to ride, he relied on his own two feet to carry him forward, step by step.As he made his way, he would occasionally pause, seeking respite from the weariness that settled in his bones.However, the passing cars and vehicles showed no signs of stopping, their drivers aware that Rayden lacked the means to pay for transportation. It was a common occurrence for those who lacked the necessary funds, as the world seemed to move swiftly, prioritizing those who could afford the convenience of a ride.As Rayden stood by the roadside, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration and disappointment. He understood the practicality behind their hesitation and the fear that he might be mistaken for a potential threat.The world was a place filled with caution, guarded by the fear of the unknown.As the heat of the day wore on, Rayden's tire

As Rayden lay unconscious, sprawled on the ground, a pick-up driver happened upon the scene. Concern etched across his face, he hurriedly approached, his footsteps crunching on the gravel.The driver's initial assumption was that he had stumbled upon a lifeless body, but as he drew closer, his astonishment grew.Gently nudging Rayden with caution, the driver's eyes widened in surprise when he discovered that the young man was still breathing.Relief washed over him, and he muttered to himself, "Thank the heavens, he's alive!"Realizing that Rayden had merely lost consciousness, the driver's assumption of him being drunk became apparent. A mix of curiosity and concern filled his mind as he contemplated what to do next. With a decisive nod, he made up his mind and resolved to help the young man.With practiced ease, the driver carefully lifted Rayden's limp form and carried him to the back of his pick-up truck. He laid him gently on the bed, ensuring that he was comfortable.To protect