The students, middle-aged, and elderly were all lured to the fight. I stood there, towering over the little piece of shit. The red-haired teen had finally passed out and was now receiving medical help. Stretchers, ambulances, and paramedics all descended from the air and roads to take care of a little broken finger. How pathetic. I spat on his face when suddenly George pulled me back. "Vincent, stop. If you do anymore, you can't plead for self-defense, not that you can right now."
I looked at him while I softened my expression. "Okay." The guard that was manning the entrance rushed towards the big scene. He was the same guard like last time. The same greyish hair, the same sturdy figure. He kept glancing back and forth between the injured kid and me. I gave him a taciturn face; I'm not in the mood for this.
He walked over to me and said, "Would you like to explain the situation?"
Not that it mattered, I still took the chance, "He provoked me first by demanding me to lick his feet. I refused, but then he started to poke my chest multiple times. I took his finger with my hand and bent it back. Hard. Then I kicked him while he was on the ground."
"Is that how he ended up with spit on his face?" he asked.
"No. I did that for good measure."
He laughed out loud, "I'll give you a deal. I've grown fond of the lot of you since last time."
George laughed with him and nodded his head in agreement, "Yeah! I agree too!"
Bill wasn't convinced, "So, let me iron this out. You grew fond of us after for talking to us for ten seconds and seeing us going in and out of the building for, like, twenty seconds max?"
The guard nodded his head, "Yeah! Exactly!" He clapped his hands once.
George slapped his brother on the back, "Yeah! Don't worry about it!" Bill slunk his head. I felt the same way.
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Flin POV:
I called my boss. "Vincent got into a little scuffle here at the venue."
"What?!"
"He's definitely going to face up to a year in the youth's correctional center for assault without a valid reason."
"Well don't just stand there! Can't you do something about it?!"
"I sent my friend over to let them pass in the building. once they get in, he can't be prosecuted until the games are over. By then he'll be with me."
"You have friends?"
"..."
"Don't answer that. You sure you can take him, or would you need some backup?"
"I can get him. If he doesn't make it easy, I can always use the tranquilizer."
"Okay. Just be careful not to hurt him."
I cut the call.