The call lasted barely three seconds.
A man wearing a hoodie, we weren't able to see his face, from VK stood in the shadows, his voice low, controlled—but deadly.
"Sir… should we finish them now?"
Static.
Then silence.
"Squad Y, retreat for now!" Jonathan's voice tore through the chaos like a blade.
"We can't win against them!"
His command hit harder than any punch.
We didn't argue.
We couldn't.
Engines roared to life.
KRC Squad Y wasn't just fighters—we were riders. Machines were our wings, and escape was our only strategy. One by one, bikes ignited, tires screeching against the asphalt as we broke formation.
I jumped onto the back seat behind Rylan, Sean riding beside us.
We sped toward Jaspera University—the heart of the city. A place known for brilliance by day… and power by night.
Just a few streets away stood the KRC Headquarters.
Safety.
Or at least, that's what we thought.
But VK didn't stop.
They followed.
By the time we reached the HQ, the air felt… wrong.
Too tense.
Too fast.
Too loud.
Jonathan rushed straight into the control room.
"Call everyone. Every single member. Now."
Inside, Ryan Blake—chairman of KRC, and the mind behind half the city's digital secrets—was already at work. His fingers flew across the keyboard, sending signals, messages, commands.
Within seconds, every KRC member in Jaspera knew:
War had arrived.
We barely had time to breathe.
Footsteps.
Hundreds of them.
Approaching.
Heavy. Organized. Intentional.
"They're here…" someone muttered.
We prepared ourselves.
KRC?
Reinforcements?
No.
Worse.
It was VR.
Ryan's voice cut through the confusion.
"VR… one of the oldest gangs in Jaspera. Formed in the 1980s by Victor Reyes… now led by his brother, Vince Reyes."
He paused.
"They're enemies of VK."
That changed everything.
Or so we thought.
Because then came another wave.
Different.
Louder.
More aggressive.
And unmistakable.
Fists of Steel.
The second half of Jaspera University.
If KRC ruled one side… they ruled the other.
Every single one of them wore steel brass knuckles, gleaming under the streetlights like weapons forged for destruction.
And Rylan…
He knew them.
Most of them.
For a moment—
It looked like fate had chosen our side.
KRC.
VR.
Fists of Steel.
Three forces.
Against VK.
But numbers don't always decide power.
VK had over 600 members.
Even if only 150–200 were present…
They felt like an army.
KRC had 156.
Fists of Steel? Around 70.
VR?
Even then…
Something felt off.
"We can't fight here," Jonathan said sharply.
And he was right.
A war like this?
Not in the middle of the road.
Engines roared again.
This time—not to run.
But to fight properly.
Borex Stadium.
An abandoned battlefield waiting for chaos.
We arrived.
And then—
Everything changed.
"...Steve?"
I froze.
There he was.
Standing casually.
Like this was all a game.
Beside him… his girlfriend.
Watching.
Smiling.
The truth hit us seconds later.
"This… was planned," Sean muttered.
Ryan confirmed it.
"Her brother… is one of VK's chiefs."
Silence.
Then—
A grin spread across Rylan's face.
"So this whole war… is family business?"
Excitement replaced fear.
If the leader was connected to them…
Then maybe—
Just maybe—
VK wasn't as strong as they looked.
We were wrong.
The war began.
And within minutes—
Reality shattered every assumption.
VK wasn't just strong.
They were monsters.
Every punch felt heavier.
Every move, sharper.
Every member… trained.
We were getting pushed back.
Hard.
Even with three gangs…
We were losing.
But still—
We didn't stop.
Because something inside us changed.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Something darker.
Resolve.
Blood hit the ground.
Metal clashed.
Engines echoed in the distance.
And in the middle of it all—
We fought like there was no tomorrow.
And somehow…
Against everything…
Against logic…
Against numbers…
We won.
How?
That's a story you're about to hear.