Since not a single one of them can make a comeback from my trashing, they all went silent for a few seconds, that feels a little bit too long, for everyone, and then out nowhere, a grandmother and a little kid in hand, come to our Barter Trade counter, holding a black plastic bag, it was filled with an old jewelry, this grandma and her grandchild often comes to us to barter at this time around. She cut through the crowd not caring about the fiasco at all, perhaps to her such scenery were already too common for her.
"Umm…Madam, I got something here to trade for a bread… can you help me please? ...". (Grandma)
"Sure, Grandma…Here, let me help you…. Alright…you precious metals weigh about 2kg…what would you want trade for a full bread or 2 liters of Mineral waters?". (Natasha)
It was like a commercial break, in the middle of a live tv, the entire area just stopped for a moment and let the grandmother casually talked with Natasha, and then.
"A full bread… please…". (Grandma)
"Here you go…. PAK! …. Ahhh!!...". (Natasha)
One of the uncivilized and disgusting pig of a man, slapped the bread out of Natasha hands, he walked to the counter, pushes the grandmother and the grandchild to the side, causing the grandmother to fall on the ground, and proceeds to slaps the bread out of Natasha hand, which also slapped Natasha hands as well.
"How dare! A woman like you raises your voice at me?!!... ". (Food Shope Owner Peter)
"No!..". (Natasha)
Peter the Food Shop Owner, who is already boiling with anger and frustration, decided that it was time for him to lay his hands on the other weak people. The grandmother and grandchild pair were harmed and bruised, sitting on the ground. He then, kicked the fallen bread away, he shouted angrily at Natasha, who just instinctively responded meekly. But not stopping there, he raises his hand, and were about to struck, Natasha.
"You wenches dared to slighted me??!!... You!... Huh??.... ?????!!!.... URRKKK!!!!". (Food Shope Owner Peter)
Like a slow motion pictures, everyone in the outskirt of Station Ail and Wail, watches in awe, mouth gaping and shock. As the a 180cm fat man, namely Peter the food shop owner. Were lifted up in the air, thrown over a man shoulder, and landed squarely on the ground, like a flat pancake being flipped on an iron pan.
"THUDDD!! …. You not only shouted at my wife….".
Just as he was about to lay his hand on Natasha, I lock his raised arm, and just do a shoulder throw on him, my move was so fast and precise that the man was dizzy and unable to respond when the entire sequence happened. Only now that he was on the ground that, the pain of being thrown to the ground catches up to him, but I am far from being down, this guy was about to hit, my wife, and as he noticed the cold glint in my eyes, only then he realized that I am still holding his hand tightly.
"AARRRGGHHHH!!!!.... My back!... No…No….please…no..". (Food Shope Owner Peter)
"And you even tried to lay your filthy pudgy hands on my wife? …. <KRAAAKKKK!!!!> …Never, ever…. Try touching, my Natasha…".
"AARRRRGHH!!!... My hand!!.... my hand!!!!.... Help!!!... I'm dying!!!.... Arrrghh!!!...". (Food Shope Owner Peter)
The hand that he was about to use to harm Natasha, I broke them, before every onlooker sight, I grabbed his wrist hard and then using my forearm, I bring it down, chopping strike, right on his elbow. Instantly break his hand into 2, his elbow now no longer working, his forearm bones stick out of his hand. Peter shouts and wail of pains echoed all over the place, yet no one come to help him at all.
"You all can't fight with words…. And then you tried to fight with fist?".
"You… you… you barbaric!!.... you just broke his arm!! …". (Water Shop Owner Luke)
I put my cane to the side, lean them against my stall, stepped over the broken hand peter, and stare the rest of the Chamber of Commerce members with a cold dead eye. With each step I takes coming close to them, all of them would sneakily step back, and for their act of cowardice, I don't even care a single bit. As from now on, this fight is going to be personal for me.
"So, what if I broke his hand…. You all come here, acted like you owned everything and everyone owe you something…. You broke my business rules…and tried to lay your hands on my wife?".
"Look… look here… B… Boss Azra!... you…you should…stop now… and... and…". (Deli Shop Owner Darel)
The closest to me, Darel were putting his arms up, tried to attempt to pacify the situation. Which to me at this point, it was already pointless, they make their moves, and now I will make mine as well.
"Stop? .... and what? …Wait for you all cowards to do something to me and my family? …Fuck you all!!! …. Let's do this!!.... BUUK!!!...".
And just like that, by their own hands, the confrontation has become a massive brawl, me against 9 people, the people that were bigger than me naturally. The people are now spectating a single cripple man, taking on 9 fat and big man all on his own. But what the people doesn't know is that, it wasn't necessarily a danger to me at all, fighting these fatties, sure they got a big size and all and they are heavier than me.
But unlike me, who knows how to fight, these 9 members of Chamber of commerce, didn't know how to fight at all, all that they do where throwing punches like a kid uselessly, one was even using a power move called windmill punches, which I counter by stepping to the side and stomped kick his ankle. Resulting on him falling down to the ground and actually cry. After 10 minutes of fighting, I managed to knocked out 4 more people added to the broken hand peter made the total up to 5.
One thing about fighting a fat man, is that their fats are their natural body armor, you need to hit them at a certain spot, places where there is no fat at all, and that is very hard for me. I need to constantly moved around to evade their attack and also at the same time attacking them as well, the only problem was, I got one bad leg. So, 30 minutes in, not just them were injured and all bloodied and bruised, I too, were injured as well, all thanks to my low mobility, some of them managed to hit me, and their hit are quite heavy and hard.
"Hah! …Hah! …Huff! …Huff! …get up…get the fuck up!! You pigs! ….".
"No…no… no more, please…". (Chamber of Commerce members)
After 50 minutes of fighting, the road in front of my stall, were dusty and dirty, 10 members of the Chamber of Commerce that comes to harass me, all of them were laying in the ground, bloodied and bruised, all of them moaning in pain and agony. All 10 of them weakly pleading at my feet, to stop hitting them all, blood dripping from both of my fist and my face, although wobbly and tired, at the end of it all, I am the last one standing. Still with my both hands up, ready to fight anyone that come at me.
"Oh my god…. What the heck is going on, here?". (Town Treasurer Philips)
The silent crowd made way for the rushing town treasurer, who just arrived and stunned at the scenery before him.
"You told me not to interfere right? ...well, I did that… Ptuii! .... this shit leaves a bad taste in my mouth…". (Town Guard Leader Robert)