The girl walked near Param and pointed at him with her thumb while looking at the thin faced youth.
"I want to sit here!"
Param's face became black when she said this.
Sister, why do you have to pull me into your mess?!
He stared at the approaching hoodlums and his muscles tensed. Perhaps a fight was eminent!
The thin faced guy walked near him and shouted while looking at him in disdain.
"Didn't you hear what she said? Get up and scram somewhere else!"
Param looked at him dumbfounded. This lass was really confident!
The thin faced youth saw Param staring at him as if he was an idiot and grew irritated.
"You!"
The hands of the thin faced youth shot towards Param and grabbed his collar. But before he could pull him up Param's right hand grabbed his arm holding his collar while the other punched out towards the joint of the arm, at the elbow.
*Tak*
A soft sound came from his joint, and the thin faced youth screamed and backed away while holding his hand. The movement somehow pulled Param's pendant out, which was now displayed to all.
The thin faced youth's tear filled eyes stared viciously at Param, and he yelled while enduring the pain.
"Ah!~~ Uncle Tigerhead, beat him up!"
The lackeys saw this and immediately shouted. "How dare you hit him? Do you know who he is? His father is the Deputy Community Head!"
The bodyguard named Uncle Tigerhead didn't need any reminder as his legs subtly moved, readying himself for a kick. It was an easy job for him, and he didn't even put amateur fighters like Param in his eye.
The moment Param had attacked the girl with the arrogant face and the useless lackeys had retreated, leaving enough room for a fight. Unknown to all, the middle age man who had been reading the newspaper was now glancing at their fight.
He had been impressed by Param's ruthlessness and his quick decision making skills. If it had been any other, they'd have given up their seat even if they were angry.
Finding life within death- That is something only true warriors are able to do!
Param had been paying the most attention to this bodyguard, who by this guess must be a Martial Warrior. The moment this Uncle Tigerhead made his subtle leg movement, Param threw his sack towards his face.
The sack blocked the bodyguard's line of sight, and couldn't see his approaching fist. The punch hit his chest at his heart, and Uncle Tigerhead's chest shot up in pain.
Param's other hand shot towards the bodyguard's throat, while his knee shot up and made a dirty move, hitting Uncle Tigerhead in his crotch.
"Despicable!" Uncle Tigerhead shouted inwardly, but his body moved reflexively and grabbed his private part which was screaming in pain, while still being grabbed by the throat.
*BAM*
Another punch arrived and hit the muscular bodyguard's face. Uncle Tigerhead moved backwards and fell, with a twisted expression pasted onto his face.
The lackeys and the beautiful girl with the arrogant face shivered as they saw the scene. Although the world now focused on Martial Arts, not everybody was knowledgeable in it. A majority of the people was ordinary civilians, and did normal jobs. It was difficult for a Martial Artist to be spotted, except for those around a martial art institute.
Thus, when the kids saw him defeating Uncle Tigerhead, they assumed that he was at least a Martial Warrior, who could beat them all up as easily as trussing a chicken.
The lackeys picked up Uncle Tigerhead and the thin faced youth, and quickly jumped out of the tram even before the next stop arrived. While she tried to run, Param caught the hand of the beautiful girl with the arrogant face and without any mercy had his move.
*PAK* *PAK* PAK*
Three loud slaps were given to her soft and bouncy butt, and the girl screamed.
"Scram!" he shouted at her while releasing her from his grip.
The beautiful girl with the arrogant face didn't tarry and followed lackeys, like a frightened chick following her mother.
The thin faced youth turned his head back and screamed towards the tram.
"I promise you, you bastard! I'll find you, and I'll kill you!-"
*Slap*
Before he could speak further a hand arrived and hit his face. The thin faced youth was shocked and looked surprisingly at the beautiful girl with the arrogant face.
The girl stared viciously at him and pointed, her finger shivering in anger.
"You idiot! It's because of you and your stupid bunch that I had to endure such insult!"
The girl stamped her foot and walked away. The thin faced youth clenched his teeth in anger and vowed that he would disable this person himself one day!
Param only now realized that the back of his shirt had become wet with sweat. His heart beat furiously like a hammer in his chest.
That was really a dangerous encounter!
The fight had distracted Param and he didn't notice when the tram passed through his stop. He cursed the hoodlum bunch a few times and got off. The middle aged person looked at him from inside the tram and praised inwardly.
'This brat is comparable to the inner disciples of the Clan', the middle aged man thought. For a moment he even thought of taking him in as his disciple, but then rejected this idea. After all, he'd seen many talented people in his lifetime.
Suddenly he furrowed his brows as he recalled the pendant hanging on the brat's neck.
Where have I seen it?
He closed his eyes, and different scenes appeared in his mind. Time passed yet still he couldn't recall, even though he was sure he knew about that pendant.
At one stop a man with a long jacket boarded the tram, and without wasting time quickly walked near the middle aged man.
The middle aged man who had his eyes closed suddenly shivered as he remembered a couplet.
"Hundred Battles, Hundred Victories.
Commanding Wind and Rain, the glorious Indra."
"Son of Indra!" the man suddenly stood up and shouted, only to find out a revolver being pointed at him.
"An Anti-Martial Inspector!" the middle aged man raised his brows as he looked at the person wearing the long coat.
"Which Clan are you from? Show me your ID!" The Anti-Martial Inspector spoke in a cold voice.
"It's in my pocket." The middle aged man calmly said as he slowly moved his hand towards his small leather bag.