2025-04-18 23:21:17Two of the urchins reached forward to grab the belt from Nolan’s waist. He knew the value of that belt—it was worth more than anything he had left.
With what little strength he had, he fought back. His body screamed in pain, but he didn’t care. One of the urchins grabbed the belt, and Nolan’s hand shot out, clutching the dirty fabric tightly. The other urchin moved in to help, but Nolan reacted quickly. He kicked him hard in the groin. “AHHH!” the urchin screamed, stumbling backward, with his hands clutching his pain. The second urchin, still holding onto the belt, froze for a moment, scared. He stepped back, looking at Nolan with fear in his eyes. “Let me go, please,” Nolan whispered weakly, his chest heaving with every breath. “If you're not here to help me, then just leave me be. Please.” The first urchin, who was still clutching his groin, laughed loudly. Then, the second one laughed. Soon, all four of them were laughing, making fun of Nolan’s pain and suffering. “You’re begging us?” the first urchin sneered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “What a joke.” They stepped closer, ignoring Nolan’s pleading, and continued their attempt to take the belt from his waist. Without warning, they began to beat him. Their fists hit him hard, and their boots kicked him in the ribs. Nolan groaned in pain, trying to protect himself, but it was useless. “Stop!” he gasped. “Leave me alone! Please…” But the urchins didn’t listen. They kept kicking and punching him, laughing at his misery. Suddenly, the sound of a luxury jeep, a Bentley Bentayga roaring to a stop just a stone’s throw away from them caught their attention. The engine stopped with a loud hiss, and the doors slammed open. A figure jumped out of the jeep and shouted, “Hey! What’s going on here?” The urchins froze, looking over at the newcomer, with their laughter fading away. Out stepped a man—a figure so large that he seemed to dwarf everything around him. His broad shoulders and well-built frame spoke of strength and discipline. His tailored suit clung to his body like it was made for a king, and his polished shoes gleamed under the sun’s light. This man didn’t look like someone who had ever taken a step backward. He straightened himself, his eyes were scanning the scene with a sharp gaze. "Hey, what's going on here?" he called out again, his voice was low, and commanding. The urchins froze, their laughter dying as they looked at the newcomer. A brief moment of silence passed before one of the urchins, trying to regain his composure, sneered at the hefty man. "Turn around, old man," the urchin spat, with a voice that was dripping with arrogance. "Go back home to your wife, and mind your own business. You don’t want any trouble." The hefty man smiled, a grin that revealed no trace of fear. "You know," he said, his tone was light but with a hint of mockery, "I think you’re right. I probably should just go home. But you see, if I did that, I wouldn’t get to see what it’s like when a bunch of tough guys try to pick on someone who can’t defend himself." He stepped forward, his words slicing through the tension in the air like a hot knife through butter. The hefty man’s smile widened as he eyed the urchin. "You know," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "you remind me of a mangy dog—barking loud, but with no bite. A little pup pretending to be a wolf, all talk and no courage. I wonder, does that make you the leader of this pack?" The urchin who had spoken first scowled, his anger began bubbling to the surface. "You’re asking for it, Mr man!" he shouted, stepping forward with clenched fists. "I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!" Before the hefty man could even react, the urchin lunged at him with all his fury, aiming to land a punch. But the hefty man was quicker. He sidestepped with ease, his movements were smooth and calculated. In one swift motion, he grabbed the urchin’s arm and twisted it behind his back. A sickening crack echoed through the alley as the urchin's shoulder was dislocated. He screamed, a high-pitched cry of pain that sent shivers down the spines of the other urchins. The hefty man didn’t even flinch, holding the urchin in place as he cried out. With a final shove, the hefty man let go, sending the urchin crashing to the ground. His face twisted in agony as he cradled his injured shoulder, unable to move. The other urchins stood frozen for a moment, shocked by what they had just witnessed. They exchanged wary looks, realizing that the man they had underestimated wasn’t someone they could mess with. "So, are you guys going to tell me what’s going on here, or what?" The hefty man’s voice was calm, but there was no mistaking the authority behind his words. The urchins, seething with anger, slowly gathered themselves. Their expressions darkened, and they began to mutter curses under their breath, promising the hefty man pain and suffering. "You’ve crossed the line now, big man," one of them growled. "You’ll regret this. We’re going to make sure you don’t leave here in one piece, and when we’re done, your car’s going to be ours." The hefty man glanced at the group, his eyes were unreadable. He shook his head, aware of the threat in the air. With a heavy sigh, he raised his fists, preparing for whatever came next. He didn’t care about the threats or the curses. He had no idea who the man on the ground was, but he wasn’t about to stand by and let a group of bullies pick on someone helpless. He knew, deep down, that this wouldn’t end quietly.
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