Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
The customers will need to escape through one of the other side entrances, but it’ll be far too cramped.
His eyes glanced at Niko, who was already trembling as he cowered in the stairwell.
Before Lionel could order a raid on the establishment, a cry of pain erupted from the Red Lions opposite him. A chaos erupted among the six members, who were seemingly fighting something.
“Haha! Which idiot decided to interfere?!” Lionel smirked, knowing that his Red Lions members wouldn’t lose to a street thug. Most likely, it was a drunk customer trying to defend the club.
Any moment now, he expected to see the beaten-up body of a no-name thrown at his feet. Instead, he saw a dismembered limb with the Red Lions armband sail through the air toward him, landing at his feet with a bloody thud. Shock rippled through the Red Lions, but Slavin remained unphased-he knew who was on the other side of the attack.
“It seems you’re about to receive a lesson yourself.” Slavin grinned, rolling up his sleeves.
Lesson Delivered
With a confident strut, the brothel manager stepped further into the alleyway, but his grin soon turned into confusion when he saw just a single person-Kyle.
What the… Where’s the rest of the Seven Snakes?
Before he could voice his question, Kyle pummeled a Red Lions thug to the ground. One by one, the members were thrown about as Kyle mowed through them. The brawl was nothing short of a theatrical performance, with groans and the cracking of bodies being broken acting as the soundtrack. It left Slavin with the urge to give a standing ovation to such a picturesque demonstration of prowess and perfection.
“Who the fuck is that? What are you numbskulls doing? Get him!” Lionel yelled, prompting the Red Lions on his side to charge forward to attack Kyle. However, one of them remained behind, clearly shaken by the brutal display.
“What are you waiting for?!” Lionel glared at him with a ferocious stare, but even his intimidation couldn’t stop the member from trembling.
“L-L-Lionel, that’s the guy! That’s the guy!”
“The guy? What guy? Speak clearly before I smack you!”
“H-H-He was the one Riker killed before he went missing! It’s a ghost!”
“What?!”
Lionel took another look at the guy who was now somehow fending off three at a time in the narrow alleyway. He was using not only his arms but his legs as well, his entire body turned into a weapon as he delivered strong kicks that cracked shins and jaws with precision. Already three members were out for the count, one of whom had his limb horribly twisted and bent out of shape by Kyle’s grappling and joint locks.
Before the others could reinforce the rest, Slavin reached out and grabbed a Red Lions member’s head, smashing it against the nearby wall with a loud, resounding crack. “Can’t just stand around when the boss is in action.”
The members of the Red Lions jostled about as the backline tried to urge the front forward, but the frontliners were reluctant to face Kyle and Slavin on separate sides.
“Screw all of you; I’ll show you how it’s done!” Lionel shouted as he shoved the members aside, coming to the front and charging at Slavin first. The neon-red hammer swung wildly at the brothel owner, forcing him to dodge or block with his arms.
His right forearm took the brunt of a downward strike, but somehow, Slavin withstood the pain, which allowed him to throw an uppercut at Lionel’s chin.
Lionel backed off instinctively, dodging the incoming fist and swapping the hammer to his left hand. With a sideward swing, he nailed Slavin in the ribs, causing the man to gag and stumble backward.
Slavin winced as he resumed his fighting stance, but a sharp pain suddenly sprouted from where he’d been hit first on his right forearm, burning through his nerves. It was as if there was lava flowing in his veins at a timed interval. Before he could recover, another pain erupted from his ribs.
What?
With a smirk, Lionel exploited the weakness, knowing his hammer’s arctech engraving effect had kicked in. Three more hits landed on Slavin, with the final one crippling his knee, forcing him to the ground. “That’s right! Stay down like the little dog you are. AND YOU. YOU’RE NEX-“
Lionel was about to taunt the other attacker, but he soon noticed all six of his guys who were fighting Kyle had already been taken out. The last was dangling by the neck, Kyle nearly crushing it before throwing him to the side. The mysterious Seven Snakes fighter had not killed any of them, keeping them barely alive instead.
Lionel instinctively gulped. Even he didn’t have the confidence or ability to fight off six of his own members at the same time. And the enemy looked like he did it with just an enchanted metal pipe.
“It’s just one fucker!” Lionel laughed, the fake bravado masking the fear in his heart. “He’s acting strong; he must already be tired or injured by now. GET HIM!”
The remaining five members hesitated momentarily, but then they noticed Kyle was showing slight signs of exhaustion. “RED LIONS!” one of the members yelled, spurring the rest to charge in tandem.
Good. Now I can stay at the back and make a retreat if necessary. Lionel smirked, moving toward the back.
As the members rushed forward, Kyle stretched his limbs and massaged his sore shoulders. “A good warm-up. It’s been a while since I went to town.”
The first attacker approached, and Kyle threw his enchanted metal pipe into the air instead of preparing to parry.