Mr Hayes was too old to even stand straight, how can this feeble take on five young agile men by himself?Casper and his men stared at the man with contempt. “Come on old man, even if I had one arm and one leg, you will still be no match against me. I am the most feared henchman in this Eastern city, it’ll be an insult to my legacy to throw punches at you. So leave from here before I change my mind against you,” Casper spat with disdain.But the latter was not backing off, “most feared henchman?” Mr Hayes scoffed. “How can you be the most feared henchman when you are afraid to go punch-for-punch with an old man? To me, you are nothing but Mr Clark’s dog!” he mocked.Casper was exasperated, his brows furrowed and his face darkened immediately, this has to be the most insulting thing someone have ever said to him. Other henchmen tremble in his presence but this old man was confident enough to call him a dog!Casper’s eyes were scarlet red, he bit his lip tight for a minute almost like h
After August effortlessly broke their leader’s arm, Casper’s men were convinced he was an exceptionally skilled fighter. They strategized carefully, advancing cautiously—closing in on him like a pack of hyenas stalking their prey.August had never fought one-on-one before; now, he faced the daunting task of confronting four men armed with laboring tools all by himself. The first and only time he had ever put his fists to work was yesterday; when he brutally beat the hell out of Albert. But that wasn’t even a fight, Albert was too feeble to address a man.Of course there was no way August could take on all the four men! But he acted a man and curled his hands into a ball, turning 360 as he did not have an eye behind his head to watch all the four figures surrounding him.The men exchanged knowing glances and nodded in unison— it was time to strike. But before they could even lift their tools, the air was filled with the sharp, rhythmic sounds of punches and kicks.Thud! Thud!August wa
The cemetery was a municipal one, and by far the cheapest in Aurora Bay, only the less privileged class buried their dead there. Since August’s parents were buried there, Casper was quick to assume his class— low class. He thought he was just another pauper with good fighting friends.“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Mr Clark will not hesitate to cut off your heads when he comes to learn of what you’ve done to my men and I. You should apologize to me now and I will ask him to spare you,” Casper said arrogantly.The ’ace of the security man beside August darkened at once. He swiftly grabbed Casper on the floor, partially raising him from the ground he delivered a wrecking punch on his face. “Watch your tongue or I’ll rip it from that mouth of yours. How dare you demand an apology from my young master!” the man growled angrily and punched him again before dropping him to the floor.As if that was not enough, he continuously kicked Casper’s abdomen ten times as if it we
Mr Clark gazed at Casper perplexed. Just an hour ago, he had given Casper and his men the task of disinterring the cemetery, how come he showed up in his office looking like he was the one dug out of the ground. He looked terrible!“What happened to you?” Mr Clark asked, his eyes widened like he would hear with it.Casper hesitated, what was he to tell his boss, that two unarmed men beat the hell out of them and they could not disinter the cemetery? He was Mr Clark’s enforcer, shame would not allow him say it out.“I asked you a question!” Mr Clark growled beginning to loose his temper.Unable to stare his boss in the face, Casper disclosed. “…..” “What?” Mr Clark exclaimed, startled. “Are you trying to say two unarmed men did this to the five of you?” Mr Clark asked, disbelief crawling his face.“Yes,” Casper affirmed slowly with a nod, his face still facing the ground.“Unbelievable! How could you and your men be such weaklings to allow two men humiliate you this way?” Mr Clark was
“Let’s see if you can fight quite well as much as you talk,” Mr Clark sneered as his men surrounded August, his two security men and Mr Hayes. The men’s eyes had one thing in common, murderous.“I think you might want to reconsider this. Ask this dog for a thug of yours how it ended when he tried something similar,” August said gazing at Casper.Mr Clark sniffed, “I can see you are out of your senses; they are just four of you surrounded by sixteen men. Not the four on five as earlier”. Actually it was more of a one on four earlier!August and his security were still calm, not panicking at all. As a matter of facts, August stood unbothered, his hands wrapped in front of his chest like he was on a queue waiting for his turn to buy a burger. Mr Hayes couldn’t take in the sight of what could happen next, he closed his eyes and prayed his last. With a cold smirk, Mr Clark instructed: “Beat them to a pulp!” Not only were Mr Clark’s men having the number advantage, they were all armed wi
At the other end of the scene, the screams of pain and the cracking sounds of bones echoed enormously at the cemetery’s entrance. The two men looked indifferent as they crushed the gangsters arms; they were as cold as monsters!“No, please don’t do it. You’ve already broken one of my arms, please not this one. I’m begging you!” Casper pleaded desperately as one of the men approached him.But his desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, the man sneered coldly and downed his weight on poor Casper’s other arm. Casper couldn’t help but yelp loudly like a distressed raccoon till he succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness. Who wouldn’t have fainted— two of his arms were crushed callously within a span of one hour!Seeing his men groan in pain on the bare ground and Casper loss consciousness, Mr Clark’s face was covered with cold sweat. His fear took a new surge in height. He had experienced gang clash but had never seen anything like this— it wasn’t even a gang clash, two men just made a mes
“You choose the wrong person to go up against with, too bad you will not be alive to regret it,” Mr Clark sneered cleaning off the sand on his clothes.The cars reached the entrance and parked recklessly, the men jumped out swiftly like soldiers, a total of fifteen men all together. They were all armed with various guns. Why won’t they have different kinds of guns? Their boss was an arms dealer after all.They were led by Eddie, the man that earlier came to Mr Clark’s office to report the ambush by K2 on him and his men. He quickly paced towards them, the men closely following behind, their faces as cold as an iceberg. Eddie’s lip tightened and his brows furrowed when he saw his colleagues on the floor groaning in pain. “Are we too late, Mr Clark?”“No, Eddie, you are just on time,” he sneered.“But where are the gang members that did this,” Eddie asked perplexed, gesturing towards the men on the floor.“There are not gang members, Casper and his men are worthless. They couldn’t eve
The accelerating convoy caused all the gangsters as well as Mr Clark himself to ponder tremendously. Who could that be? Though they were all staring at the mysterious cars perplexed, their guns with still pointed at the four men.They all knew only the low class people buried their dead there, the owner’s of the cars were surely not coming to pay respect to someone buried in that cemetery. Then what could’ve brought such a mogul to the cemetery?As their questions swirled in their minds, the cars arrived and parked next to the sleek black vehicles that Mr. Clark and his men had brought earlier, making the latter look like jalopies in comparison.Four men in tailored navy blue suits with glasses on, emerged from each of the twelve cars. One of the men hurriedly walked towards the thirteenth car and pulled the door open.A man with a white beard jumped out of the car and hurried toward the cemetery entrance, where the drama was unfolding. Over forty men followed closely behind him, thei