The two brothers left with the documents, heading toward the abandoned Iron Company's old headquarters.
The building loomed ahead, eerie and silent in the fading light of the evening. As they approached, they noticed shadows moving around the entrance—figures in black masks, holding sticks and rods. A group of thugs, clearly guarding the place.
Aryan signaled, his hands quick and precise: We need a plan. We can't just walk in.
Khusi nodded, his pulse quickening. "I know. We'll have to think our way in."
R1: "Hand over the documents and leave this place!" The voice was cold, demanding.
Khusi and Aryan stood their ground, the weight of the documents in Khusi's hand pressing against his palm. The masked figures loomed closer, their intentions clear.
R2: "Simply letting them go is boring! Let's have some entertainment."
R3: "True. These kids look like they can take a few punches." The thug's voice was laced with amusement.
Khusi's grip tightened on the documents. No way was he going to back down.
R1: With a snarl, he turned toward the others. "Fine. Do as you wish. The documents belong to me, and the kids belong to you."
The tension in the air snapped as the thugs stepped forward, closing in on Khusi and Aryan. The sound of metal rods clinking echoed in the eerie silence.
"Get ready," Khusi whispered to Aryan, his voice low but filled with determination. "We're not leaving without Richard."
The atmosphere suddenly turned eerie, as if the very air was charged with anger. The fight felt like it was about to explode—rage burning through the air, like wildfire.
Khusi's eyes locked onto the thugs, his face twisted into a chilling smile. He stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of everyone.
"Let me handle it, Aryan. Watch the Tom and Jerry show," Khusi said, his voice low and full of menace.
Aryan, sensing the tension, backed away slightly, his eyes wary but trusting his brother.
R4 sneered, cracking his knuckles. "Damn brat, get ready to have your hand broken first... and then your fingers." His voice dripped with malice as he advanced.
Khusi didn't flinch. He walked closer, his smile widening as the thug swung his arm back, preparing to strike. But before R4 could land a punch, Khusi was faster. In one smooth motion, he twisted the thug's arm behind his back with a sickening crack.
R4 screamed in agony, clutching his broken arm. Khusi's fingers played with the thug's now-useless hand, turning it this way and that.
"Which finger should I break first?" Khusi taunted, his voice mocking.
The thug howled in pain, his face contorting as he tried to pull away, but Khusi held him firm, his grin widening with every second.
The fight had just turned into a nightmare for the thugs.
As Khusi toyed with R4, the remaining thugs quickly closed in, surrounding him. The air was thick with tension, and the sounds of grunts and fists clashing echoed in the abandoned factory.
Khusi's punches and kicks flowed like a storm, each hit landing with precision, knocking thugs off their feet. He moved fluidly, a force of nature in the chaos.
But suddenly, from the right, a powerful fist shot out and slammed into Khusi's side. The impact knocked him off balance, sending him crashing to the ground. He rolled over, barely avoiding a second strike, and looked up.
Standing over him was a massive figure—a thug with a muscular build, his eyes cold and determined.
Khusi winced, slowly rising to his feet, sensing the seriousness of the situation. He wasn't just another thug. He was a beast.
Aryan, watching from the sidelines, tightened his fist, his knuckles white with tension. The sight of the towering thug sent a chill through him, but also ignited a spark of determination.
I'm not letting him take my brother down.
Khusi smirked through the pain, wiping blood from his lip. "Is that all you've got?"
Aryan came forward as its his turn
Somewhere nearby
Ti… Ti… Ti… Ti… Ti… The Raiders immediately sensed something unusual.
Kenny, leading his followers down the road, stopped and narrowed his eyes. "It's nearby! Give the signal to our group and inform the MAKAI brothers."
One of his followers quickly activated a device, sending the message out.
As soon as the MAKAI brothers received the message, their faces hardened. They knew something big was coming.
The tension in the air thickened as the Raiders prepared for what was about to unfold.
"Hahahaha!" Mai, the first brother, laughed maniacally. "I told you! I told you! He's alive! My long wait is about to end!"
He stood at the center of the mansion, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he addressed his followers.
"Seven years of waiting! SEVEN YEARS! The time has come for our face-off. I'm coming for you…"
His eyes burned with rage and excitement as he clenched his fists.
"EARTH GUARDIAN!"