While Viktor grappled with Black Dog, the Immortals waiting outside the factory rushed in to help. They clashed with the boys from M High School.
Meanwhile, Joan continued to struggle with Mad Dog for the electron gun.
Shamelessly, she reached inside his waistband, and her hand wrapped around the handle of the gun.
Mad Dog, humiliated and confused, squirmed relentlessly, making it challenging for Joan to slip the gun out.
"Stop moving," she growled. But her icy, intimidating voice only made tears prick at the edge of Mad Dog's eyes as he squirmed even more.
Joan pulled her hand away in exasperation. "I told you to stop moving," she hissed. She raised her hand and brought it down on Mad Dog's face.
Her fist connected with a satisfying crack, and Mad Dog's tense body immediately stilled beneath her.
She used the opportunity to slip the electron gun out of his waistband. As Joan stood back up, she examined the gun in her hand.
Although it was heavy, 30 pounds even, Joan held it nonchalantly with one hand. On the side of a gun, a series of numbers and digits caught her attention.
"PK, can you trace the serial number?"
"On it," PK said. A few seconds later, it had the results. "It's made in Quelm by Brown Firearms Manufacturing." PK hummed as he found an interesting piece of information. "It's serial number is listed in the stolen gun database."
"No wonder," Joan said as she slipped the gun into her waistband. Eventually, she'd have to find a way to dispose of it. Kids shouldn't be playing with electron guns.
Meanwhile, Isaac and Jackal clashed head-on. Once Jackal saw Isaac, his eyes narrowed. "So the Immortals were involved in this, too, huh? You're declaring war," Jackal growled.
"Don't get cocky. The White Snakes will never take you back once they find out about this," Isaac chuckled.
"Well, I'll just have to shut you up, then."
Jackal lunged toward Isaac, who blocked Jackal's jab with his forearms. Isaac reached out in an attempt to grab Jackal's arms, but Jackal was quicker. He jumped back, avoiding Isaac's reach.
Jackal smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, taunting Isaac to strike first.
Isaac followed his lead. He lunged forward using his left foot, utilizing the momentum to generate power in his right hand. He sent his fist flying toward Jackal, but Jackal was quicker.
Within milliseconds, Jackal had reacted to the jab. He jumped up, and although Isaac's fist connected with his chest, Jackal's knee connected with Isaac's chin.
It was one of Jackal's favorite moves: the Flying Knee, a move that would instantly knock out your opponent in a typical MMA match.
As Isaac's teeth slammed against each other, his head snapped backward, and he groaned. The world around him spun, and his entire body seemed to be going through the blender. As he lost his balance, he toppled back, and his head collided on the ground a few times.
A guttural shriek of pain erupted from Isaac's throat as he rolled over onto his stomach and clutched his throbbing chin. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" A string of curses spewed from his mouth in a poor attempt to distract himself from the pain.
In an MMA match, the referee wouldn't have allowed Jackal to continue his attack. But this wasn't an MMA match, and Jackal wasn't so merciful.
Instead of waiting idly for Isaac to recover, Jackal leaped forward onto Isaac's back and straddled his waist. In this position, Isaac wouldn't be able to move.
Ruthlessly, Jackal punched the back of Isaac's head repeatedly. The force smushed Isaac's nose into the floor, and on top of the throbbing pain in his teeth and chain, there was no searing pain on his nose.
Isaac squirmed, attempting to shake Jackal off his back, but it was to no avail.
A victorious grin spread across Jackal's grin as he pounded Isaac's head into the ground. But he didn't stop. Not even as a pool of blood spread around Isaac's face. Was it from his mouth or his nose? Neither Jackal nor Isaac could tell.
Jackal raised his fist to strike the back of Isaac's head one more time, but before his hand fell, something, or rather someone, crashed into his side at full speed.
As Jackal fell off of Isaac and onto the ground, he felt the wind being knocked out of him. Desperately, he gasped for air, and he looked to the side to see who had interrupted him.
Rem's stone-cold face greeted him.
The positions had been reversed, and instead of Jackal dominating his opponent, he was now at Rem's mercy.
The two wrestled with each other on the ground, and Joan gritted her teeth in concentration. She expertly interlocked her legs with Jackal's, preventing him from leaving.
She was like a fly trap closing in on fresh prey.
"Bitch!" Jackal cursed at her. He struggled against Joan's grip, kicking and thrashing to throw Joan off of him.
But Joan stayed firmly latched onto him. And during his struggle, she slipped one of her hands around his head. With her other hand, she clasped her hands together, creating a loop around Jackal's head.
Mercilessly, she twisted her arms, and in turn, twisted Jackal's neck. Jackal roared as his spine spiraled painfully. His body trembled with pain, and he furiously tapped Joan's forearm, begging her to let go.
Instead of letting go, Joan twisted even harder, coaxing a scream from Jackal's vocal cords. He thrashed against her grip, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.
"Stop, stop stop!" he begged pitifully as tears slipped from his eyes. "You're going to kill me."
"Good," Joan growled.
Eventually, Joan loosened her grip around the boy's neck, unwilling to murder an immature child.
Jackal's body trembled as he gasped to fill his lungs with air again. Joan rolled her eyes at his dramatics. "Man up."
She stood up and began to walk away to help out the Immortals Isaac had kindly called to help her.
Her words seemed to have shattered Jackal's fragile ego. He gritted his teeth in anger and clawed at his face. The shame of losing to a girl flooded his brain, and all he could think of was the sweet thought of revenge.
He imagined twisting Rem's neck until it snapped, cutting her to pieces, and feeding her to the dogs. Jackal darkly chuckled as anger flooded his system. It distorted his thinking and reasoning.
With trembling hands, he reached inside his waistband to pull out the pistol Joan had forgotten about. Slowly, Jackal raised the gun and pointed it at the unconscious boy strapped to the chair.
Isaac, who noticed his movements, shrieked as loud as his lungs would allow him to. "Rem! He has a gun!"
Joan snapped her head around to see a glistening pistol in Jackal's hands. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw who it was pointing to.
If Navier died, she would become human! Immediately, she rushed toward Jackal. But before she could make it, he pulled the trigger.
Bang!