Troy walked out among them. His eye was closed, and blood was coming out of him. "Help us, please. He's after us; he's already killed some of our friends. Please, he'll catch us. Don't let him do it!"
Clyde felt sorry for the boys. Even though they are bad people, his moral code does not allow him to leave them to their fate. Clyde brought the wounded to his home with the help of Lincoln and Andy, and after cleaning and treating their wounds, he made them milk tea. Seriously, Clyde was giving them more kindness than they deserved.
"What the fuck, man? Those bastards wanted to kill us a few hours ago, and now you go and serve them tea and cake."
"Please Andy. Look at these. They are badly injured."
"Va. What an idiot!"
"Yes, I may be nice. But I would rather be that than evil like you."
"Say that again, you asshole."
Lincoln intervened before the two boys started fighting. "Stop it. I agree with you, Andy, but also with you, Clyde. Let's see what they have to say." Lincoln approaches the boys, who were drinking tea, as their hands are shaking. "Tell me. What happened?"
Troy and Chandler proceeded to recount the events that had occurred a few hours earlier.
-flashback-
In the gang's den, the boys were lying, and some were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, recovering from the almost-rape they received from the three boys that day. Some had ice packs on their faces, others used steaks to relieve swelling, and others were taking a healthy dose of the most effective painkillers ever. Vodka.
Chandler was in his office. The boy drank some vodka and then spit it out. The frozen alcoholic drink came out mixed with blood due to missing teeth. The liquor burned his mouth, his lip was chapped, and he still felt some loose teeth. But that wasn't the worst of the situation. "Fuck that old man; it hurts." The loss of teeth affected Chandler's speech.
"Ouch. This blind guy hits like a brick," Troy said as he took a drink.
"Tell me about it. I can't believe a man with no arms would hit me. I'm glad my father wasn't alive to see that."
"Does this make you happy, Mort?"
"He was drunk and had anger issues. Anyone with half a brain knows that you shouldn't drink while driving."
"You know something? I think I'll leave the gang."
"Hey? Are you leaving the gang? Are you crazy, David?"
"No. I'm wiser than ever. Think wisely. With this trio of monsters living here, Chandler won't be the big one anymore. I'd rather stay out of the devil's way."
"Good point, Troy. You're right. I think I'll do the same thing."
Suddenly, the door was thrown open and came off the hinge. Which in itself was impressive. Well, the warehouse doors were huge, and so were the hinges.
"What in the devil's name was that?" Chandler walked out of his office after hearing a loud noise. There was a long-haired Asian boy at the entrance.
The boy entered the large warehouse with a calm face.
The gang members turned to see the mysterious boy entering with great confidence, as if the place were his own.
One of the biggest gangsters got up and walked towards the boy until he was in front of him. "You effeminate. I don't know who you think you are, but you better..." He couldn't finish, because the intruder's hand pierced his stomach like a knife. The other attendees couldn't believe their eyes. They had never seen someone so Ruthless in their lives.
The gang member fell to the ground face down, holding his stomach to stop the bleeding as he crawled, but he didn't get very far. Since his neck was stepped on which left him unconscious after hearing a crack.
The Asian boy's face turned into a large, annoying smile. His eyes widened, but then his expression changed to one of anger. "Bastards. How dare you lay your filthy hands... on my god!?"
-End flashback-
"That man was a monster. He killed more than half the gang. We managed to escape thanks to the fact that we left him locked in the basement. But after what we saw, it's only a matter of time until that psycho finds us. That's why we came to you. I appreciate you three being here together." "Because you're the only ones we know who can fight him."
Clyde was shocked. Now understand what Lincoln meant. "For the love of God. What kind of mentally ill man is this?"
"Hideki Kurohana"
Everyone turns to see Lincoln.
"you know him?" Troy asked.
"Yes. I met him three years ago at a tournament in Canada. He was disqualified for killing his opponent, a thirteen-year-old boy, and was sent to a psychiatric institution, but not before he tried to kill me."
The boys were surprised by what Lincoln said. Both his friends and the gang.
"Lincoln how did he try to kill you?" Clyde was worried about his best friend.
Lincoln took off his shirt, revealing the scars on his body. Seeing his muscles, the gang members understood why they couldn't beat him more than playing dirty the first time. Lincoln lifted his pendant to reveal what the piece was hiding. Behind the piece of wolf fang, a star-like scar can be seen on Lincoln's chest.
"This is the scar he left on me in our first and last fight."
"Dang. How did you survive?"