The clock hit 12:45 PM.
Inside a dimly lit room, Yash sat silently on his bed, staring at his phone. His heartbeat echoed with the sound of thunder outside. The storm clouds were crawling closer.
He dialed a number.
"Hey," he said in a calm but sharp tone, "Meet me at the parking lot at 1:00 PM. The fight begins today. Bring everyone. It's time."
The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment before replying, "Got it, boss."
Yash ended the call and exhaled deeply. He grabbed his black jacket—the one with the Joker Beetle insignia stitched on the back—and slung it over his shoulders. He glanced at the photo of his late father on the wall, a man who once told him: "Strength isn't in your gang, it's in your soul."
As Yash walked toward the door, his mother's voice stopped him.
"Yash... it's raining outside. Don't get into trouble again," she said softly, worry in her eyes.
He forced a smile. "Don't worry, Maa. I'll be back before dinner."
But deep down, he knew—this fight could change everything.
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The wind howled as he stepped into the streets. The clouds were thick, the city dull and silent, as if even the sky feared what was about to happen.
Yash muttered under his breath, "Looks like it's gonna rain hard. Hmph, fine by me. Let it wash away the blood."
He rode his bike through the empty lanes and finally reached the old parking lot, the battleground.
But what he saw made his heart drop.
There weren't twenty or thirty enemies waiting. There were five hundred.
Rows of men wearing green jackets marked with a coiled serpent symbol—The Anacondas. Their laughter echoed in the storm.
One of them stepped forward, smirking. "Where's your little clown gang, huh, Yash? Joker Beetles, right? Guess today's the day you get squashed."
Yash didn't respond. He just stood there, eyes burning. He dialed his member again.
"Where the hell are you guys?" he demanded.
On the other end, his member's voice trembled.
"Boss… we analyzed it. They're too many. We're too few. Even if we come, it's suicide. Please, don't fight today. Leave. We'll figure it out later."
Yash froze. Silence.
Then—click. He ended the call, crushed the phone in his hand, and threw it aside. The screen cracked, shattering like his trust.
The Anaconda leader, a tall man with tattoos crawling up his neck, laughed. "Looks like your gang abandoned you, hero. What now? Gonna cry?"
Yash slowly lifted his head, rain dripping from his hair, and glared at him.
"You think I need a gang to fight trash like you?"
His voice echoed through the storm.
"I don't fight for numbers. I fight for respect."
The leader smirked. "Respect? You'll be begging for life in five minutes."
Lightning flashed.
Rain began to pour.
And Yash moved.
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He dashed forward like a bullet, slamming his elbow into the first thug's jaw. Bones cracked. He ducked under a swing, grabbed a metal rod from the ground, and smashed it into another man's ribs.
They charged him in waves. Fists, chains, bats—Yash dodged, countered, roared.
Every punch he threw carried years of frustration, betrayal, and rage.
"COME ON!" he screamed, smashing a helmet into another's face. "WHERE'S YOUR STRENGTH NOW?!"
Blood and rain mixed on the concrete.
But there were too many.
They started surrounding him—closing in like snakes.
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Then—
A roar of an engine echoed through the storm.
Everyone turned.
A single motorbike burst into the scene, tires screeching, water splashing in every direction.
The rider wore a black helmet with blue lightning streaks.
Behind him—dozens of bikers, all wearing crimson jackets.
Yash's eyes widened. "No way…"
The bike skidded to a halt right beside him.
The rider took off his helmet, revealing a familiar grin.
It was Zenro.
"Missed me, partner?" Zenro said with a smirk, rain dripping down his face.
Yash blinked in disbelief. "Zenro... what the hell are you doing here?"
Zenro revved his bike once more. "You think I'd let my old rival die alone? Besides…" he looked around at the stunned Anacondas, "…it's been a while since I stretched my knuckles."
Behind him, his biker gang raised their engines in unison—the roar sounding like thunder itself.
Zenro grinned wider. "Anacondas, huh? Let's see how you handle real beasts."
Then he twisted the throttle.
The bike launched forward, ramming straight into the Anaconda line. The gang scattered as the red bikers poured in like a wave of fire and steel.
Zenro jumped off mid-motion, delivering a flying kick that knocked two thugs unconscious.
Yash caught a fallen bat and stood beside him.
Zenro smirked. "Back to back, like old times?"
Yash nodded. "Let's end this."
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The fight erupted again—chaotic, explosive.
Yash cracked skulls with his bat, Zenro spun his chain, and the biker gang dominated the lot. Tires burned, thunder roared, and fists flew in every direction.
The Anaconda leader screamed, "KILL THEM ALL!"
But Yash was unstoppable. Every punch he threw had purpose. Every move was precise, fueled by anger and pride.
Zenro caught a knife aimed at Yash, twisted the attacker's arm, and shouted, "You owe me one!"
Yash replied, "Payback coming right now!"—then he slammed the bat into another's stomach.
Rain fell harder. Lightning struck. The whole lot became a warzone of rage and loyalty
Now the real battle has begun yash said to zenro
Both gang clashed meanwhile anaconda gang leader were only using one hand to knock out people we see yash with his fist knocking out one by one but suddenly someone kicked yash in back and yash got thrown out in ground he looked upon him and he saw a man with metal bat is going to jump in him yash dodges that attack and grapple him with his arm and throw him down and zenro is kicking people like ball throwing everyone into air but suddenly zenro and yash eyes got distracted by someone and that man is throwing every bike gang member with ease his name was Shaban . About with small height but his fighting style is too powerful and yash and zenro both rushed on him
To be continued