Jason took a deep breath and slowly leaned forward. He didn't want to cause trouble here but it looked like trouble had come from him. But there was something that these guys didn't know. He may look weak but he knew how to fight. Not well, but good enough. This night, he wasn't going to back down for anything.
He remembered Cameron, the taunting, the beers and the pain he inflicted on him, the disgusting comments from his classmates and basically the entire school. He was done with that; he was going to show them he wasn't weak anymore.
"System," he silently muttered, without looking up. "Equip the gloves."
[Ding!]
[Fang Biker Gloves equipped!]
Suddenly, he felt the gloves materialise in his pocket and he brought them out, silently putting them on. The gangsters, seeing this, laughed in mock amusement as they watched this display.
"What, princess?" The first guy scoffed, glaring at him and cracking his knuckles. "You're gonna fight me with that."
Kiko also wondered as he saw him put on the gloves. 'This guy is as frail as hell. He knows how to fight, with that body. Great, my new boss is going to be in a pool of blood by the time this fight is through. '
Jason leaned over and grasped Kiko's empty bottle. "I'm just gonna borrow this. You don't mind, do you?"
And without saying another word, he sprang up suddenly, the chair overturning, and drove the bottle into the first guy's face with brute force, the bottle shattering instantly. The pieces sprayed on the floor like a burst of fireworks.
The Latino yelled in pain, stumbling back while Jason moved towards him and drove his right knee into his beer gut, doubling the big guy over and making him drop like a puppet whose string had been cut, wheezing like a sweaty pig that was being taken to abattoir and knowing it was about to be butchered.
There was silence for a breathtaking moment, people trying to comprehend what on earth just happened in their presence, before chaos erupted into yells and curses and then calamity ensued.
"You fucker!" One of the Latino gangsters yelled, charging furiously and slamming into Jason, the force making Jason grit his teeth in pain before proceeding to use his elbow and slam it repeatedly onto the attacker's back, desperate to be released from the hold. His opponent grunted in pain and rage, lifted him in the air, and slammed him hard on the table with a loud thud and crash. The force was cracking the plates and sending some flying. A glass cup full of beer spilled on the floor, making the ground slippery.
Kiko, stunned out of his mind, sensed the danger but it was too late. As he turned to the left while still on the chair, another gangster had made a pounce on him, driving both him and Kiko to the ground.
'Shit!' Jason cursed in pain as his back exploded from the impact. 'My body's not what it was before! I freaking forgot!"
He had clearly forgotten that he was not younger and his body was not in the right shape and now he was learning it the hard way. The painful hard way. How could he be so stupid? Even though the muscle pill had improved his physique tremendously from his past self, it was definitely not enough for an enraged Latino weighing two hundred pounds. Nevertheless, he had to try or else he'd be found the next morning dead and tied to a pole in the middle of a busy road.
As the gangster struggled to get into a mounting position, Jason knee-shotted him, hitting his nose with a solid crunch. The gangster yelled in pain, clutching his nose, blood gushing out, before being slammed by a steep kick that toppled him over.
"Fucker!" Jason cursed, immediately bringing out the middle finger.
Jason jumped down from the table and got to his feet, noticing that Kiko was also fighting. He saw Kiko throw a quick one-two punch and then jab his elbow into a gangster's ribs. Kiko then reached out, grabbing the gangster's throat, causing him to choke. A quick uppercut then sent the gangster crashing to the floor.
Jason turned when he saw one of the gangsters charging at him. He swiftly dodged the incoming fist and responded with a right hook that snapped the gangster's jaw to one side. Then he grabbed a broken glass bottle from the table with quick thinking and drove it into his opponent's shoulder, eliciting a blood-curdling scream before a spinning back fist slammed against his throat and neck, sprawling the gangster over the table with a loud crash.
The first gangster who confronted him lunged forward, striking him in the stomach after falling to his knees, his face smeared with beer and bits of broken glass stuck to his skin. "You bastard! Just know you're fucking dead! Do you hear..." he shouted.
He didn't see it coming—a wooden chair slammed into his face with a satisfying crunch, breaking apart and forcing him backward. The gangster propelled forward, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His teeth caught on the edge of a table as he fell, a mug of beer splashing over him.
Another gangster charged at him. Jason dodged, kicking out, but the gangster caught his leg and pulled him down. Jason slapped the man's hand away and grabbed his neck, starting a chokehold. He watched as the heavyset gangster flailed and struggled, choking until he went limp. Jason kept the pressure until the man went slack.
Quickly, the fight had ended as Kiko had taken out the other two gangsters before walking over to Jason. The other fighters in the room were silent, watching them and not moving an inch. The expression on their face made it look like they had seen things like this before and were accustomed to it or maybe it was something else. Jason was not entirely sure.
Kiko rushed over to Jason, worry and panic on his face. "We need to leave now!" He said urgently. "Right now! Let's just hope Red Fox didn't hear the commotion."
Jason nodded, knowing it was time to leave. He had gotten who he was looking for. He nodded and got his phone from the table, which had been miraculously safe, he sat at it and then moved to the door with Kiko.
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Jason and Kiko burst out of a hidden entrance at the Red Fox nightclub. The cool air made Jason exhale as the moon shone brightly, casting its glow on the two young men.
"How did you find this place, man?" Kiko asked, straightening up.
Jason shrugged. "A lucky guess."
Kiko frowned. "Well, we need to move. Red Fox will be furious when they see the mess we made. We can't come back here or we'll be in serious trouble. And I mean the type of trouble that means the police finding our decayed body in a tin can stripped of flesh!"
Jason didn't answer and simply started walking away. Kiko frowned and hurried to catch up with him.
"Where the hell are we headed?" Kiko asked. "Right now, your plan is becoming less credible by the minute."
"As I said, I want to recruit someone before we call it a night."
"Who?"
Jason just grinned and kept walking. "Someone I know very well will be too desperate to refuse."
Kiko didn't get what he meant, but he knew his boss was really crazy.
"By the way," Jason said, turning to face Kiko, "do you know how to hotwire a car? I think we're going to need that tonight."
A/N:
Sorry for the short chapter.