The pot-bellied man was scared, he looks at his men standing. “What are you all standing around for? Take him down!” He screamed at them.
The thugs exchanged glances among one another for a moment before towards me. I cracked my neck; I roll my shoulders and let out a breath. “Your funeral,” I muttered as I stepped in to fight them.
The first man came at me; he was carrying a crude knife in his hand. I sidestepped easily, I grabbed his wrist and twisting it until the blade fell onto the floor. He screamed in pain, but I silenced him with an elbow on his jaw, it made him sprawl on the floor.
Two more came at me from opposite sides, one was swinging a bat while the other aimed a punch at me. I ducked under the bat, grabbing the man’s arm and throw him into the other attacker. They crashe
