THE PROTECTED CRIMINALS

EPISODE 6

Have I told you anything about myself? I hate slaps "Are you insane?" I exclaimed angrily as I pushed back the tout who had slapped me; the remaining two must have been enraged by the pushing because one of them launched a punch at me. I grasped his hands in the air and raised him up, then flung him into the other, who was standing there contemplating what to do, and they both crashed to the ground. Another tout appeared out of nowhere with a broken bottle. He raised the bottle and attempted to stab my chest, but I grabbed his hand and twisted it, causing the bottle to fall to the floor.

I bent his hand to his back and tugged it up towards his neck with a little push. I heard his bone shattering, which was exactly what I needed to hear. I didn't abandon him; instead, I straightened his broken hand and kicked him three times in the chest before releasing him. He had no choice but to fall helplessly to the ground. With a loud cry, the person who had slapped me earlier moved toward me, and I also attacked him with a flying kick, and he was on the ground before he realized it. Another stood up and assumed his stance before cautiously approaching me.

I recognized him by the way he took his posture and walked towards me. I wove it by shifting to the right side as he got closer to me and unleashed a punch. He threw another punch, which I dodged by shifting to the left side. I simply weaved an uppercut by bending my back to the ground as he attempted to throw one. I sank to the point where I was at the same level as his knee. I peered between his legs and noticed that his trouser was torn beneath, and he was not wearing a boxer or pant.

" Sweet," I thought to myself as I gave him a hard kick between the legs, causing him to scream in pain as he fell to the ground slowly. I did the Chinese get up and stood on my feet." Your hands in the air," I heard the standard police anthem from behind, and I didn't hesitate to dash out of the bar. They chased me down with their vans, pointing their guns but not shooting. I hopped on my bicycle and went away.

I was able to pass through tight turns that their van couldn't, and I was able to get to my house in no time. I pushed the gate open and drove my bicycle through, thanks to the fact that I don't secure my gate when I leave. I parked it in a nearby area and went inside. I was about to close the door when my gaze was drawn to something boldly scrawled on the back of the door in a reddish substance, most likely blood. It said, "YOU ARE NEXT," and the time was 10:29 p.m.