"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"
The simple question was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. Some of the assailants hesitated for a moment, their intent wavering. Five individuals had already been effortlessly subdued, as if the red-eyed young man were accustomed to the harshness of street combat, standing confidently without a hint of fear. He signaled a warning to his potential adversaries, urging them to tread carefully.
Yet, a mission was a mission, and they were paid for it. The five masked figures, concealing their identities with masks and cloth, lunged forward with razor-sharp machetes. One sprinted ahead, slashing the weapon vertically to strike the target. Unfortunately, the attack was deftly parried, and before he could react, his legs were swept from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, a powerful punch landed on his head, and with sudden darkness, consciousness faded away.
Buaghh~
