In the midst of a cloudy afternoon, the sound of punches filled the air in a bustling field. People gathered there to witness a street gladiator match, which had become a cultural phenomenon in the north area. The match began with epic moves as the gladiators attacked each other with deadly punches and kicks. It was like watching a battle royale, where the remaining players would gradually decrease.
"Yo! Sorry for coming late," a group of childs around the age of nine turned towards somebody.
"You guys? Why are you so late?! The show is almost over," Jack asked.
"Sorry, boss. Earlier, we had to run away from the security guard because we needed to steal some fish," one of them proudly showed a plastic bag filled with fish. Joyful faces radiated from these children, but not from Jack.
"You ran away from the security guard?"
"Yes!"
Without hesitation, he punched one of them, causing him to stumble.
