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"Crystal."
Gun tried to make Crystal listen to him, but she was too far gone, watching Enitos' back as he walked aways along with Daniel.
"Crys-"
"Who... who is he?"
Gun lit himself a cigarette before responding.
"How should I know? And I don't care, Crystal. Your father didn't send us here just so that you could get a crush. We specifically came for Daniel."
"Forget about him. Follow them. Your priority isn't Daniel anymore. I'll talk with my father about this."
"And tell him what? That you got wet because of a random guy we have no business with? That you want to prolong our mission just so you could find probably nothing about a nobody?"
"..."
Crystal did not like this kind of answer, as she clenched her hand into a fist.
"Since when do you fucking care about things like this? Aren't you a weirdo yourself, constantly looking for strong guys? What if he is one of them? We'll both find what we want, right? Just do as I say for once!"
Crystal burst out, leaving before Gun could say anything else. He sighed, throwing the cigarette and entered the car.
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"Gun, right?"
Enitos asked him, as they were face to face.
"You know me? Strange. You don't seem to be from here."
Enitos just smiled at him.
"Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to follow Daniel?"
"You know... that was indeed the plan. But you came into the picture and just..."
Gun took a pause, examining the other male from head to toe.
"... messed up Crystal's mind or something."
"Is she your girlfriend? Haha, I apologize. I tend to do that all the time... for some reason. I had no intention of doing that." Enitos responded, patting his shoulder.
Gun shook his hand off.
"... Forget it. You seem to know quite a bit about Daniel, don't you?"
Enitos shook his hand, chuckling.
"Damn, changing the topic so suddenly. He is my friend, so of cou-"
Gun stopped him by hitting him with his signature kick.
"... Now you are just being rude."
Enitos said, unfazed by a kick that could mess up his organs.
Gun was thrilled because of that. Did he finally find another strong person? Could this person satisfy his lust for fighting?
"Haha! You! What's your name?" he asked with a crazed smile, taking off his glasses, letting Enitos see his eyes.
Enitos sighed, reaching for his pocket.
"Don't take them off. I don't want to fight you. My name? It's Enitos. Just leave now." he responded as he took out a pack of cigarettes.
Gun did not listen, going straight to a punch to the face.
"Stop."
Enitos, once again, seemed to not have taken any damage. This only thrilled Gun even more, as he kneeled him in the stomach.
"I said stop."
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'Huh?'
Gun was confused.
'Why... why is he so far now? I was..'
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What happened? Why is there something dripping from Enitos' hand? Why was the car torn in half? Gun did not understand.
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'Blood?' he asked unsure, touching his face.
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It was indeed blood.
His face was full of that.
"You know..."
Enitos began, as he approached Gun.
"The state you are always in. I like it."
He reached and grabbed his face.
"But not like that. It's not the same."
Enitos continued as he smashed Gun's head in one half of the car.
"That mastery of yours over it..."
He lifted his leg...
"... just ruins it."
...and stomped his head, creating a crater and making car parts fly everywhere.
'.. Wow'
"I like the feeling I get when someone is fighting me with the intention of killing."
Enitos dodged a flying kick, catching it in his hand.
"And you are in the perfect state I could feel it. But having control over it... it's just not the same."
He kicked Gun right in the chin, sending him flying. He followed with a punch to his stomach, making him crush into the now empty restaurant.
'... I can't see him at all!'
"..!"
As Gun tried to get up, he saw Enitos' punch right in front of his face. He quickly guarded his face with both his arms, but he still was sent flying backwards, with the sound of bones breaking.
'Did I ever felt this... hopeless?'
As Gun saw Enitos trying to hit his solar plexus, he braced himself... but he was fooled, as he was slammed down by Enitos' foot.
'Did I ever... met someone like him?'
...was Gun's last thought before passing out.
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"Now."
Once Enitos saw that Gun passed out, he turned around and left. He then felt his phone buzzing, seeing the multiple messages he got from that woman, which were mostly questions about where is he or if he forgot about her.
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"Oh, right.."