Haze had to commend his doggedness but he needed to end the fight now.
He gave the guard a kick in the guts and as the gaurd doubled over in pain, Haze gave him a devastating knee to the jaw.
It was an almost exact replica of his move on the other guard.
The guard collapsed to the floor, he twitched slowly as he smashed jaw hung open.
The warden was next. He looked at Haze with fear in his eyes and made to run away.
Haze watched him, with his giant belly turning like a truck and running away from the same fight he sent his men to.
It was pathetic.
There's nothing more annoying than corporate leaders who won't put in the work they force others to do.
They can sacrifice their subordinates and push them to the lions jaw but they can't make the sacrifice themselves.
Instead they chose to stay back in safe spaces and continue to grow fat while innocent less privileged people suffered.
Haze wasn't having it.
