"What do you think you're doing?" the gangster sneered.
Toma forced a casual tone, though his mind was racing. "Just checking on the prisoners. The boss wanted to make sure they're still secure."
The gangster's eyes narrowed, suspicion clear in his gaze. "How Funny. First you said were some kind of a advance security agent, now you're saying you we're assigned to as a guard
Toma swallowed hard, his mind scrambling for a convincing lie. "It was a last-minute order. You know how things go."
The gangster stepped closer, his expression darkening. "Yea right"
Seeing no other option, Toma moved swiftly. In a fluid motion, he lunged at the gangster, delivering a sharp blow to his temple. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Toma barely had time to catch his breath before he heard shouts from down the hallway.
Several gangsters had seen the altercation and were now charging toward him, weapons drawn. Toma's heart pounded as he prepared to defend himself, knowing that the situation had just escalated dramatically.
Toma looked around and saw several scraps of metal. He grinned, as he summoned the scraps of metal of the ground and with a swift hand motion the metals moved towards the gangsters at the speed of sound, ending them on spot.
Back at the junction, the gangster escorting Kazuya and Shota suddenly stiffened, his eyes darting in the direction of the commotion. "What the hell is going on?" he barked.
Before Kazuya could respond, another gangster ran up, breathless. "They're Imposters, They've attacked one of our own!"
The gangster turned to Kazuya and Shota as he was filled with rage. "Get them!"
Chaos erupted as the gangsters turned on Kazuya and Shota. Shota fought back, his movements fluid and precise as he dealt with the gangsters. despite his usual quiet demeanor, Shota was a elite fighter, his strikes were calculated and efficient.
Kazuya ducked under a wild swing of one of the gangsters, thanks to his small frame and he's flexibility that he got from training, he was able to avoid attacks from the gangsters.
Shota delivered a powerful punch to his attacker's midsection. The man doubled over, gasping for breath. Shota then sweeped the legs of another gangster and sending him crashing to the floor.
Meanwhile, at the other corridor, Toma was holding his ground, using his agility to dodge attacks and strike back with precision. He managed to disarm one gangster, using the fallen man's weapon to fend off the others. However, the sheer number of enemies made it clear that they were in for a tough fight.
"You guys wanna die? Then keep coming at me, just so you know, you lots are in a losing fight."
Several gangsters charged at Toma, one of them tried to slash their dagger at him, but Toma used the metals scraps and turned it into a shield to block the attack."
"Expel"
As Toma said that, the metal scraps that was turned into a shield exploded at the gangster. And it killed him in spot....
"This kid... he's an outcast!" One gangster said.
Other gangsters charged at Toma but their fate would be sealed immediately, Toma would not let them get close as he ended them with
"We have to call the leaders, they're the only ones who can compete with this freak, not to mention the little punk is heartless!!!! this is too much for us!" Another one said as he started to retreat.
But before he could even take a few steps, a scrap of metal stabbed him from the back, the speed of that attack was so fast it exceeded the speed of sound.
When the others saw this they were frightened. But they even got more scared as they glanced at his appearance.
Toma was now covered in blood, surroundings him were dead bodies. What the gangsters were looking at now was a massacre.
Toma raised his hand, summoning millions of metal shards that were in the corridor, it all gathered above his hand.
"Don't even think about running away, you pesks had it coming, now.... Expel!"
The pieces of metals exploded with so much force it shot off killing the all the remaining gangsters with ease.
Now in room everyone had fallen except for Toma.
That was until another person entered the corridor.
"This place looks a bit messy, Don't you think my boy?"
The young man who wielded a black katana and the leader of the gang showed up.