"Good, everything is going according to plan," said the man in the hoodie.
The gangsters stared at him for a moment, and just as he was about to leave, they called out.
"HEY! Where do you think you're going? You still haven't paid us! We didn't get beaten up by those guys for nothing! Their punches were hard!"
The hooded man glanced at the gangster who spoke, sizing him up from head to toe before scoffing. "What are you talking about? You should be grateful we didn't give you a harder task; otherwise, you'd be dead.
"And also why should I care if you got roughed up? Stop wasting my time and scram!"
The gangsters were angered by the man's response, they couldn't believe they were being disrespected like this.
"You can't be serious we had a deal!"
"We should gang up on this p*ssy! And beat the shit out of him!"
"Yea! I don't care if he works for them! I didn't get beaten by a girl on purpose for nothin!"
One of them, who seemed like the leader, step forward.
"You lied to us, and we got embarrassed because of you. Do you think we're fools!?Now it's time to pay!"
The man in the hoodie looked at all of them and chuckled. "You guys really don't know what you're getting into?.... Well I shouldn't have expected nothing less from a group donkeys"
"That's it, he just called us donkeys! He just called ME A DONKEY! Let's beat this jackass!'
The gangsters started moving forward, they wanted to make the man pay for treating them like fools.
But little did they know, they're making a big mistake.
The hooded man lifted his hand and a dozen of golden glowing spears appeared out of thin air.
The gangsters froze in their tracks, eyes wide and jaws dropping as they stared at the floating spears.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are those... are those magic spears?" one of them stammered, his voice cracking.
"What the!?, I thought we were just dealing with some punk in a hoodie, not a wizard!" another exclaimed, backing up a step.
"Is it too late to apologize?!" the third gangster added, his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah, yeah! We are sorry, please forgive us.....oh right! We're donkeys! Yes you were right, we are donkeys! Donkeys are great!" the first gangster chimed in, nodding furiously.
The man in the hoodie smirked, watching them squirm. "Well it seems you all got to your senses. I really suggest you all to start running before I decide to use these."
The gangsters didn't need to be told twice. They turned on their heels and bolted down the alley, their yells echoing as they fled.
"Next time, let's just stick to pickpocketing! Let's not get involved in this bullshit!" one shouted over his shoulder.
"Agreed! No more making deals with guys in hoodies" another yelled as they got onto a far distance.
...
...
...."Idiots."
At that moment, the man in the hoodie fired the magical golden spears towards each and every one of the fleeing gangsters, it was too fast and it was beyond their comprehension.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH" most of them screamed in agony. While some were finished with just one hit.
"...I would've have forgiven you fools..... But you donkeys disgust me...."
The man then summoned another batch of golden spears.
"This night is going to be fun, isn't that right guys?"
The remaining gangsters who survived the first hit started to flounder infront of the wicked man with the hoodie, fearing what he's about to do next.....