fist fight.

Wayne stood firm positioning himself to take the huge guy who was coming for him.

The huge guy paused on his track, turning back to face another car that had pulled up behind them. The boss might have called in more of his men.

Four men hopped out from the G-wagon, all armed as they advanced towards the order men.

They glanced at the ground, gazing at the guns on the floor. They all giggled, turning to themselves. Throwing their own gun to the floor. Because they understood what was going on.

Wayne stood alone injured with gun shot all over his body, facing twelve men.

Without warning, the first man lunged towards him, fist swinging widely, Wayne dodged, delivering a quick and swift punch to the man's temple. Sending him sprawling. Another charged from the right, Wayne ducked, his fist connecting with the man's guts, leaving him winded.

The remaining men surrounded Wayne. Wary, Wayne eyes flicked between them. Calculating. Two came at him with their goat raised towards Wayne.

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