"Phew…I'm on time." Arriving in front of the gate again, albeit physically this time, Galahad sighed in relief.
However, he hesitated before going in. He took out his mobile phone and typed a message, sending it to one of his close friends.
"At least they would know if I met with a mishap." Dejectedly, he set foot inside, slowly making his way to the scene of the battle.
Unexpectedly, he was smacked on his head by someone, making him furious.
"Little Kid! Who let you in? Can't you see it's not a place you can come as you please?" One of the gangsters berated him.
"Where is your mama? Are you lost? She might be in tears." Another hooligan chimed in.
"Haha…" They laughed and pushed him away.
Noticing this commotion, Theodore appeared from nearby, expressing his displeasure. "What are you punks doing there? Clean up this place fast."
"Gang Leader, it's like this…"
