Eat This Shit!

Almost yelping from being hit, Jayce fought through the excruciating pain.

"Urgh! it kind of hurts..."

Only a slight groan escaped his mouth as he tried to remain silent to reach his foes.

Surprised at his speed, the hooligans dressed in black suits didn't expect him to be on them so fast and they certainly didn't expect him to have so much strength when Jayce swiftly punched their guts.

"Holy cow! What the actual fu—"

And before the hooligan could even finish his sentence his innards felt clobbered by the unforgiving fists of Jayce.

"That's cheating!" Said the other hooligan who appears to have woken up from being dumbfounded.

He felt betrayed because he thought that Jayce had a hidden gun at his waist.

What they didn't know was that Jayce doesn't really like using guns. A stubborn fool who prefers fighting with his bare hands.

"What the heck is going—???"

Another unsuspecting victim failed to realize that by carelessly shouting curses, he summoned the God of death.

And just like the others, before he could finish his word. Jayce's fist ended his sight.

*Slaaam!*

He collapsed under that powerful swing.

Of course, Witnessing his comrades lying on the floor, the other men dressed in black suits panicked and fired his gun wantonly.

"Bullet for a hand, no problemo!!!" Jayce crazily laughed.

—Bracing himself for the possibility of getting hit as another Hooligan rushed at him. Then the hooligan made a mistake, he miscalculated the angle of where to fire, due to the tension and the abrupt situation he was forced to be in, this young man missed his shots.

Jayce used that as an opportunity to finish him off.

"Phew! That almost got me!"

Jayce shouts, rejoicing as if to gamble with his own dear life!

The thrill of almost dying made the blood in Jayce boil, his whole body is now covered in an adrenaline rush. His muscles are rearing to pump.

"Anyone who wants a piece of me can Go to hell and shit at the Underworld King or whatever. I'm gonna make you all eat some really good shit!!!"

He looked at the beaten hooligans side by side, Jayce noticed another hooligan that is suspiciously making hand gestures to his fellow comrades before finally passing out. He is alerted by those hand signs before belatedly realizing what it is.

He curses out,

"Damn. This is bad, I should've finished him more quickly..."

While clenching his fists.

He knew that those hand gestures are a way to communicate and inform people that they should change formations. How would he not know? He studies at a Military School, the Hariya Academy!

'Perhaps this one is their captain?'

Jayce thought while being wary. To his surprise, his hunch became true when he heard several footsteps coming on his way. He decides to hide in the corner and waited for the hooligans to arrive.

Reaching their supposed captain, the first hooligan near Jayce's proximity became hesitant to come close that he turned his head towards his comrades for confirmation.

"This coward! It's only a single bastard out there?! Why are you so scared! Go on, step on!"

The comrade got annoyed and yelled at his pathetic crewmate.

And that fraction of a second was all that Jayce needed to close in and then deliver heavy denting blows to their heads or stomachs in rapid succession.

After a heavy thud, four to five people quickly dropped to the floor. They easily collapsed without much resistance under the devilish grin of Jayce.

Jayce is like a ghost that kept on quickly appearing and then disappearing with his tremendous speed at dashing in, after pummeling his opponents with his bare fist.

It continued for several hours with Jayce repeating this process every single time.

Until...

"Hey! Watch Out!"

Another surprised hooligan caught Jayce's shadow and fired his gun but Jayce easily avoided it. After realizing that the hooligan had wasted all of his bullets, he swung his gun at Jayce in hopes to deter him from punching him.

"Sneaky Bitch!"

Jayce commented seeing the brute swing coming at his face, then he ducked underneath the brute swing, moving past behind the hooligan's back.

Immediately after, Jayce raised both hands high above the enemy's head and brought them down on the hooligan's back, throwing him down to the ground.

That was the last hooligan that fainted with Jayce emerging as the victor.

He was so used to being underestimated on account of him always being alone that he developed a great sense of entitlement or sometimes pride that he will do just fine being alone.

He doesn't mind how many his enemies are or if they had weapons or not. The only thing he trusted most is always his fists.

The petty hooligan that had awoken from his stupor, recognized Jayce as it raised its hand to strike Jayce in an attempt to exact revenge for getting punched in the cheeks.

But he had no idea that all it takes for Jayce to counter it is a kick to his shin. He screamed in pain before passing out once again.

The other Hooligans who also just awaken after getting knocked out witnessed this scene, they all looked at each other, perplexed on how Jayce is able to do it. Jayce simply smirked in response.

Wherever they come from, Gangsters live a rough and tumble life that leaves them full of determination and recklessness from overconfidence or desperation.

In a fight, Jayce is always confident that he can channel his strength of character to dig deep and fight off foes in greater strength in both numbers, arms, and armor than anyone else would think impossible.

And he did.

He always did!

The difference in numbers or whether he had a weapon or not is disregarded like how he can easily discard even his own life in a fight.

Knowing they had no chance to retaliate, the others who are only about to awaken now while their bodies are toppled against each other, decided to just play dead instead.

Jayce didn't mind but he doesn't want to risk getting killed by letting them slide. Gasping for air and heavily catching his breath, Jayce slowly approached them.

He took the best weapon he could find among the rubbles.

A Gatling gun!

Not much of a word being uttered and with great difficulty, he muster his remaining strength to lift the weapon as he fired the bullets mercilessly.

With this weapon, he won't be worrying whether he could fire it accurately or not. This kind of weapon actually suits him best! All he has to do is to fire at will as bullets came punishing all of the men in black suits.

"Arghhh!!!!"

Screamed the hooligans.

"Pleaaase noo!"

The hooligans pleaded.

"Have mercy on us!" A bald hooligan begged but as he stares at Jayce's narrowing eye, he saw a bottomless pit. The bald hooligan accidentally dropped his handkerchief.

And alas! To the unforgiving Jayce...

NOBODY IS SPARED!

Not even the handkerchief that some hooligan had dropped to the floor.

All were pulverized under the powerful Gatling Gun indiscriminately.

"Hmph! What do you say now fuckers? Here's my response! Eat this shit!"