While I was smoking behind the bar where I was working, the banging sound caught my attention. I put the big garbage bag in the trash. I saw a group of 5 or 6 people chasing someone.

I gripped my backpack tightly as I turned around, taking a sip of my cigarette.

I blew out the smoke as if I didn't see anything. I'm used to seeing this kind of

the scene is set in this dark alley, where only staff and deliveries

the path to follow.

"You bitch!"

The sound comes from one of the bastards. I didn't care because I was focused and locked the back door. I just finished my part-time job as a waiter and I

I was planning to go straight home.

At such times, customers and those around them began to weaken.

Some wait for a taxi, while others choose a random girl to take home.

Others are fighting just like behind me.

I'm not a bad person, but I don't want to meddle in anyone's business.

I want to be dragged into someone else's mess.

You can curse me all you want for not helping, but I don't care.

I looked back when someone grabbed my shirt.

"Help me."

A muffled voice came, It was a masked girl.

When I looked at his face, his nose and mouth were bleeding as he held me.

She looks divinely gorgeous she, her skin was delicate and smooth she. From

the dim lights of the street make me look younger than I thought.

"Hey come here!"

One of the morons came towards us and pulled her by the arm.

I can see the girl asking for help and her desperation.

Something tugged at my chest, and I pulled it back.

"Calm down bro."

I said in a smooth voice. I looked at his mustachioed face and I can tell

she is much older than me she. Why are they bullying the girl? from their eyes

Girl I hold my arm, we're the same age and judging by her clothes

brands must be a rich kid. Then something wonderful occurred to me.

I rescued her from the man's hand and took her behind me. I looked at him

A group of bastards in front of me and I see them all staring.

"If you don't want to get hurt, don't get involved and give that girl back to me."

"I will never give her to monsters like you." I shouted in anger.

"I told you to let him go!"

She screamed.

I was silent for a moment, thinking about a lady and the group of bastards who were bullying her. My girlfriend was waiting for me at home.

My subconscious started saying help him

The face of the girl behind me crosses my mind. In fact, most of the time I didn't mess with anyone. I can't leave it in the hands of these bastards.

"If you help me... I will pay you a large sum of money."

"How much?" I asked her...

"Is fifty thousand enough?"

With this I put my backpack on the floor, gripped my knuckles and

crackling sound...

I stretched my tense neck and back muscles a little. that was enough

I would pay the school tuition fee.

"Agreed. If you go back on your word, I'll kill you."

I told him he tried to pick up a stick and hit me on the head before I saw one of the gangsters, but my reflexes are better than the others combined. I kicked the guy in the jaw and managed to get him out of the way. Someone was shot.

Another leapt forward but my feet were quicker to attach a flying kick to his stomach. Others did the same, but no one was able to get hold of the girl.

As a Taekwondo Champion since high school, I've knocked out a lot of people. And I used all my knowledge and skills to protect that person behind me.

Now I was the target and they took turns punching me, some connected to my chin, and I smiled at the sharp taste of blood on my lips. That won't be enough to bring me down, motherfuckers!

I was able to counterattack, punch after punch and kick after punch. Finally, when all the gangsters grumbled and fell to the ground, I grabbed my backpack and grabbed the girl sitting by the trash can by her stomach. I grabbed him by the hand and ran towards my bike. I looked behind me and saw the gangsters following us.

"Where are we going?" He asked me holding his stomach.

"I do not know."

I answered, putting his hands on my waist as I looked reluctantly at the morons running towards us. I made sure to hold on tight, I can't let it fall without even paying for my services.

I started the engine and drove at full throttle. I looked behind me and saw a few of them still following us, but they disappeared when I turned to the main road. I sped up without looking back, if I didn't get far enough they might get in a car and come after us.

"Thank you."

The muffled voice spoke behind my ear and I felt a chill down my spine. I can feel your head, it's heavy on my shoulder. He must have been badly injured.

"Don't thank me yet."

I looked in the side mirror and said.

When I was sure we were far enough away and that no one was following us, I sighed.

"They won't be following us anymore. Thanks again." The tall figure behind me said with his head and body completely leaning against me.

I was afraid he would faint, so I held his hands with my left hand to make sure his grip was tight, afraid he would fall.

"Hold me tight or I'll die." His voice suddenly became smooth and deep. The muffled voice was gone.

I feel his fingers tighten his grip around the hem of my shirt.

"Thank you." He said again.

"Fifty thousand." I said looking at his face in the side mirror. Shake your head in pain

He sighed and corrected his sitting position.

"Let's go to my house, then I can give you the money."

I thought for a while. What if this girl is a drug dealer? Or is he a member of the mafia? I'll be dead before I even get the money.

"You don't have to look like that, I'm not cheating to kill you."

As if he had heard my thoughts, I glanced sideways directly at the commenting girl and she smiled at me.

"Who knows?"

"Do I look like a criminal to you?"

"What if you were related to vagrants or bastards as before?"

"Hehe." He laughed bitterly.

I will be cursed. So I told him I would stop at the nearby gas station and he could take a taxi home. I make sure there is an ATM at the gas station so he can pay and refund me.

"My phone is lost, including my wallet."

"Hey! Liar, how can you fool me? I should probably beat you to death here." I said, turning my face to the person still sitting in my back seat.

"Oh, you can have this, that's over fifty thousand." She took off her watch.

"How do I know it's not fake?"

"Then give it back to me."

I examined the watch, and saw that although it was dirty, it was very well made and sold for a hundred thousand.

"Okay, you can get off now, but if you trick me, I'll come call you and beat you up."

"Wait a minute, can I borrow your phone? Let me call my dad."

Okay, now you can call me totally paranoid but what if he takes my phone and runs away? But judging by his hunched body and erratic breathing, I wonder if he can get away from me.

"Such a nuisance," I muttered before handing my phone over to him.

He pressed a few numbers and an answer came on the other end of the line. He called his father. I heard he's asking someone to take him from our place.

I watch him gently as he makes the call, I have a strong desire to take him to the nearest hospital. I can't let him breathe like a dying cow.

What if I told him I'd take him to the hospital but add another thirty thousand, would he agree?

"Thank you again, even if you're a greedy person for money."

I pretended not to care what they said. A man must do whatever he has to do to survive.

"What is your name?"

He's breathing so hard it's making it hard for him to speak, I want to tell him to stop talking and hold back his strength until help arrives.

"Why? Do you expect them to beat me up?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No, can you tell me your name?" He kept asking.

"Why? For you to write on the wall and glorify me?"

"I'll turn back the clock if you don't want it, you can come with me to my house and get the money."

"Jane, my name is Jane."

After looking at me for a while, he turned and walked away from me with a little shaky steps. I wondered who he was and what he was doing with these gangsters. I shrugged. I put on my helmet and started driving home.