One by one, pedestrians began to walk quickly, and some stopped by shops—for cover. Meanwhile, the thugs, hearing the man’s shout, their expressions immediately turned angry.
"HAAHH!?... WHO ARE YOU, UNCLE!?" asked the first thug on a motorcycle.
"ME?" the man asked, pointing at himself.
The thugs nodded. The man smiled, then lowered his head, closed his eyes, took a drag on his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke. Then he raised his head and shouted.
"LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF, MY NAME IS BONANG... BONANG KOPHIANG, FORMER NATIONAL BOXING CHAMPION!!!" the man shouted proudly.
The atmosphere immediately fell silent, and before long—
"... AHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!" all the thugs burst into laughter after hearing Bonang’s words.
"HE SAID BOXING CHAMPION, AHAHAHAHAHA!" laughed one of the thugs on the left, pointing at Bonang.
"HOW THE HELL DOES A BOXING CHAMPION BECOME A MOTORCYCLE TAXI DRIVER?!, AHAHAHAHA!" laughed the other thug on the right.
Hearing that, a vein appeared on Bonang’s right forehead. One of the thugs, the first thug, who was 178 cm tall and weighed 80 kg, got off his motorcycle. He began walking toward Bonang, still hearing the laughter of the other thugs as he walked. When he was about 5 meters in front of Bonang, the laughing thugs immediately quieted down and watched what his friend was about to do. The first thug raised his head and said,
"YOU’RE JUST A MOTORCYCLE TAXI DRIVER, YOU KNOW?!" the first thug said in a condescending tone and gaze.
Hearing that, the veins on Bonang’s forehead began to show.
"SO, DON’T DREAM ABOUT IT—" said the thug, who hadn’t fini1d speaking.
"GRAB!!!" With one swift movement, Bonang’s right hand grabbed the first thug’s face.
His grip was so strong, the veins on his hand were visible.
"MMMPHHH!!!" a muffled sound escaped the thug’s mouth, his body immediately writhing.
The thugs’ expressions were immediately stunned as they saw their friend being held by the face and unable to free himself.
"Listen..." Bonang said in a deep voice, as he slowly lifted the first thug.
The thugs watched as their friend was slowly lifted. When they were high enough, Bonang continued.
"I became a motorcycle taxi driver because..." Bonang said in a deep voice.
"... I’M ON OFF WORK, BEING A BODYGUARD, YOU KNOW!!!" Bonang shouted.
Bonang immediately stepped back with his right foot and left his left foot in front. He then moved his right hand, which was holding the first thug’s face, back, took a breath, and screamed.
"AAAAAAAGGG!!!" Bonang shouted, throwing the first thug into the air, aiming at the thugs.
The thugs were stunned to see their friend’s body soaring through the air and heading towards them. The thugs watched the body fly until it landed in the middle of their row.
The atmosphere fell silent, and the thugs in the front row—who had been looking back—slowly turned their heads toward Bonang. Bonang slowly straightened up, then turned his right shoulder and said
"Phew~, thanks for the warm-up" Bonang said, smiling, holding his cigarette.
"YOU BASTARRRDDDD!!!" shouted one of the thugs.
"LET’S ALL GANG UP ON HIM!!!" shouted another thug.
"OOOOOOOOUHHH!!!!" the thugs shouted.
"GOOD! I LIKE YOUR SPIRIT GUYS!" Bonang said with a smile.
Bonang suddenly had a thought.
"Oh yeah, I should put this order away first..." Bonang muttered, looking at the plastic bag he was holding.
The thugs on the motorcycles began to dismount, while Bonang walked toward his motorcycle. He placed the plastic bag on the right brake. He then turned back to the thugs and took out an Iron Knuckle from his right pants pocket. Bonang put the knuckle on his right hand and said.
"LET’S BEGINSSSSS!!!!!" Bonang said in a deep voice and a grin.
Back to Julian’s side.
Julian was still raging, his face already battered, and he continued to beat the remaining thugs. When Julian hit the last thug in the face, he immediately fell to his knees, but not yet collapsed.
"HAAA!...HA..HAAA!...HAAA!!!" Julian panted as he glaced at Bonyah and the four thugs protecting him.
The remaining thugs were completely wary of Julian, who hadn’t moved and was glaring at them.
"T-that’s Crazy Bonyah, h-he’s still standing!" said the thug to Bonyah’s right.
"What are we going to do, Bonyah?!" asked the thug to Bonyah’s left.
"KEHK!... Don’t be afraid, he’s already weak, we’ll just beat him together!" Bonyah replied, encouraging the remaining thugs.
"OK!" the thugs shouted.
The remaining thugs began gripping their blunt weapons tightly. Their breathing was heavy, their faces sweating with fear, but they forced fierce expressions to intimidate Julian and hide their fear. Unfortunately, Julian, who saw that, wasn’t afraid—instead, he smirked, even though his body was covered in wounds and his breathing was labored. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still glinted sharply—like a wild animal not yet satisfied with a hunt.
Julian slowly forced himself to his feet. As he tried, his legs trembled, and he knelt down again—he had little energy left. Seeing Julian’s weakness, the thugs didn’t stop—they immediately ran toward him. When they were within a meter, Julian smiled, then with the last of his energy, he slide tackled the thugs’ legs all at once, using both hands to move.
"AKH!... AKH!... AKH!...!!!" The thugs fell simultaneously.
With his remaining strength, Julian immediately used his legs as springs to jump and land on Bonyah’s chest, this was Julian’s plan to pretend he had no more energy. Julian, sitting on Bonyah’s chest, chuckled and immediately punched him in the face quickly and hard. Julian intended to hit him 20 times, even though Bonyah had already passed out after the sixth blow. Unfortunately, on the eleventh blow, Julian was suddenly grabbed by both of his arms by the thugs who had gotten up.
"Quick, get rid of this kid!!" said the thug holding Julian’s right arm in panic.
"OK!" replied the thug holding Julian’s left arm.
When another thug approached and attempted to grab Julian’s chest from behind, he suddenly collapsed, because a bullet grazing his neck. It turned out he wasn’t the only one shot—the shot was also aimed at the thug holding Julian’s right arm, then at the thug holding Julian’s left arm.
The thugs simultaneously collapsed—removing both of Julian’s arms. With both thugs unconscious, Julian stopped his rampage. His predatory expression slowly turned to confusion, he stared at the thugs who had suddenly fainted.
"So what Lady Anindya said was true. You really are the blonde guy who helped her in the past" said the girl outside the small alley.
Julian, hearing the voice, immediately looked out of the alley. His eyes immediately widened—when he saw Lia with wearing glasses and a teacher’s uniform, holding a pistol with a silencer.
"S-Sis Lia?" Julian said, stunned.
"Yes, Julian, it’s me!" Lia said, taking off her glasses.
Julian couldn’t stand up anymore, so Lia approached him. When they were about 5 meters away, Lia aimed her pistol at him.
"E-eh?!" Julian said, completely shocked when Lia suddenly pointed her pistol at him.
"Good night, Julian~" Lia said with a sweet smile. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽
"PSSSHH!!!" the gun rang out.
The bullet didn’t hit Julian’s head, but hit his neck. The bullet immediately put him to sleep. It was already 11:06.