Alan’s face twisted into a smirk. “If at all there was a question there, I think you answered it yourself. You were an easy prey and that was why we went for you. I don't deny that - it is true. I think that shows how much of a weakling you guys are. With your leader still rotting in prison, I wonder if you guys still have a group or what you now have is a bunch of scattered animals.”Torstain, Palacios, and Khartoum had a collective rage written on their faces that was a tide of venomous hatred. Their faces were twisted in disdain as they wondered if the person they wanted to descend on was the same person who had the guts to talk back to them.Khartoum wondered why Palacios who was the leader of the trio was hesitant to give the go-ahead to descend on Alan with punches till Alan himself wouldn't recognize his face anymore due to the hits.Khartoum was already salivating in anticipation of how bloody it was going to be when they finally rained him with assault of punches. “Chief, wh

Just as Khartoum was pointing the gun at Radcliffe, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, and his awareness was heightened toward a shadow crawling behind a treadmill.He was sure of what he saw - it wasn't a shadow but a person, Khartoum thought. “Hey! Hey! There is a b***ard here trying to make a phone call!” Khartoum yelled desperately, his voice was an invitation of urgency.Khartoum darted quickly towards the figure behind the treadmill and he was right - it was one of the men who came to the gym. His hands were fastened to his phone screen and he was about putting his phone back into his pocket when Khartoum caught him.Khartoum gritted his teeth with anger and dragged the young man by his hair with a ferocious scrape of hostility before putting him out in the open so that his other gang members could see.“You think you are wise right?” Torstein asked, his voice tinged with a bombardment of interrogation. “Who the hell did you call?”Before the young man could catch his breath or

That was enough testing that Alan needed - it was time for him to try it on the trio of thugs before they could cause any danger to anyone. They already had their guns in their hands and they could pull the trigger on anyone who annoyed them.Alan saw Torstein as the weakest one among the trio so he decided to read into his mind first.With a burst of psychic energy, he shot his gaze straight at Torstein, his eyes rolling mischievously to read his mind, and boom! He could hear them.[I hope that b***ard didn't get to reach the police before. It had to be the police that he was calling][That means we are probably screwed because how is it that none of us have bullets in our guns. Or does Palacios have?]Torstein walked over to Palacios and whispered into his ears to ask him if he had bullets in his gun. They had to make it scary for them. Even if they wouldn't kill anyone, the sound of a bullet was going to scare them, Torstein thought.But Alan could hear everything. He read his thou

It was the same Alan who they beat to a pulp just minutes ago but what then happened? What changed? He used the side of his eye to look at Alan standing tall with his foot rooted to the ground - he was the same person. He still had the bruises from the last time they beat him. What then was the difference those few minutes? What happened that he didn't know about? Alan couldn't possibly have developed iron hands within those few minutes, could he? Or did he become weaker? Was he pretending not to be strong when they were inflicting pain on him? Did he allow them to beat him?Palacios’ mind was a pool of confusion and his features were slack with surprise, his gaze questioning in a desperate need for an answer to the mystery that was surrounding him.While he was still in agony from the impact of Alan’s intervention, he wasn't going to just let it go. He wasn't going to let Alan humiliate him like that especially when he was out to prove to his followers that he was strong enough to

If Alan had killed them, they probably wouldn't have been able to tell the cops anything but that would only result in him worsening his problems because he would then have a murder charge hanging on his neck.The police siren was becoming more louder by the second and he could hear the police sounding instructions to each other as they matched out of the van towards the gym.Perhaps he was going to read their minds but how far could that possibly go in helping him conquer them? They were too many and he wouldn't want to engage in a combat with the police. That would greatly reduce his innocence and the heroic exploits that he was able to achieve by defeating the thugs would be rendered useless.His gaze soon locked onto a window that was near the back of the gym. It had few bars and no locks which made it easy to escape through. That had to be his chance of escape, Alan thought.He knew that the escape was going to lead him to a bush and that was more than enough to save him from the