Presently, the skies have turned dark.
Tens of motorbikes were gathered outside the house and the biker gang members held onto Molotov cocktails, steel baseball bats and many other weapons. They even lit fire to the middle of the street.
These fellows were dressed in peculiar fashion as they cackled loudly. The chaos engulfing Tokyo had catalysed out the most despicable and maddeningly violent nature within these fellows.
Several of those biker gang members raised the Molotov cocktails made from beer bottles and tossed them towards this house before them.
They had procured two barrels of gasoline from a gas station. At the back, several fellows with ring piercings were laughing as they used plastic pipes to fill the beer bottles with gas. Next, they plugged the opening with a piece of cotton cloth before lighting the tip of the cotton cloth with a lighter…
