The sound of clattering tables and chairs tore the calm afternoon as the gang fought back.
Most pedestrians ran off. Others stood on the side line, along with Russell, who had his daughter's hands wrapped around his arm.
They watched, mouth wide open, bodies trembling as the riot continued.
“Stop. Stop this now already!” Russell’s voice tumbled out, hands shaking for fear of his son's life.
But Roland didn't hold back. He knocked them down, one after another, throwing them across the floor, tables, and wall like packs of bricks.
A few others got a taste of the steel pipe in his hands. And Rufus? He didn't attack. Just stood on the side-line with a trembling face and gritted teeth, staring as Roland bashed his men.
“Enough!” Rufus yelled. “Enough! All of you!”
He raised his voice ag
