Chapter 3

I walked downstairs from the third floor and reached the second floor.

A group of students caught my eye. They were smoking and laughing loudly as they spoke about something I had no knowledge of.

How the hell are the students here allowed to smoke?

I saw a janitor literally cleaning the floor just a few metres from them. Why didn't he complain to the supervisor?

"What are you looking at?" The tallest guy in the group asked, as he looked at me. The other guys looked over to me as well.

They all looked at me as smoke escaped from their mouths.

"The view," I said, unbothered.

"Why do you look like you're about to pick a fight?" He asked, then sucked on his cigarette.

He was way taller than me. His height was around 5'11 and I was only 5'7.

Meh, I never gave a damn about height anyway. I won't complain about the body that God has given me.

"This is how I usually look," I said.

Why does my face keep getting me into trouble?

"Oh really?" The tall guy asked. He made a face as if he didn't believe me.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, with his cigarette still in his mouth. The rest of his gang also faced me and rolled up their sleeves.

I was a few metres away from his gang.

I clicked my tongue and decided to walk away. I wasn't interested in picking a fight with those retards.

"Coward, haha," One of the tall guy's lackeys said.

"Pshh...he ain't scared," The tall guy said, disagreeing with him. "He just knows his limits."

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I walked out of the dorm and looked around.

The surroundings looked like something straight out of those over the top movies.

What's that saying? 'Real life, paints a better picture than fiction'. Yes, that's the one.

This was way better than those movies. It had so many restaurants and even gaming arcades.

What I noticed when walking around this place was that, smoking and drinking was pretty normal around here. Why is it though?

There were guys and girls hanging around, talking nonsense. They dressed in strange and inappropriate ways. Filthy scum.

Not everyone was like that though. There were many people who dressed and behaved decently and minded their own business. Looks like this place isn't all that bad.

I walked to the gym which was around 5 minutes away from the dorm.

I opened the door and saw the equipment. Pretty impressive. They had a lot of variety.

I walked out of the gym after checking it out when I heard a shout of pain.

Right in an alleyway between the gym and another restaurant, a boy was getting beaten up.

How badly? Let's see. There were four guys stomping on him while he was curled up into a ball on the floor.

I walked over to them. There was a metre of distance between us.

I didn't say anything. I clenched my fists tightly and glared at the scene in front of me, hoping that I would catch their attention.

"Who are you?" One of the guys asked, as he stomped on the poor guy's head again.

"That would be my question," I said. "Let me add in another question as well. What the hell is going on here?"

The guy stepping on the poor guy on the floor looked pretty fit and wore a blue unbuttoned shirt with white pants. There was a gold chain around his neck. Classic.

"You'd walk away if you know what's best for you," The guy said as he walked so close to me that I could feel his breath.

"I know what's best for me," I said. "And it's definitely not walking away."

The guy looked me up and down, as if he was scanning me. He was a bit taller than me.

Immediately, he threw a punch at my face and I moved my head back, dodging it perfectly. I lifted my fists in front of my face, and took an amateur boxing stance.

"We got a fighter here huh?" He said, smirking, as he cracked his knuckles.

The truth is, I've never punched anyone in my life. I don't remember the last time I've been in an actual fight because I've never been in one.

Even the boxing stance I was taking was from the movies and other stuff I've seen on TV. I've never practiced the sport.

He signalled his guys to stay back, so that he could handle me by himself.

Who the hell does he think he is?!

He charged at me and threw a wild punch to my right side. It hit my shoulder, as I kept my guard up.

Then he grabbed my collar and started hammering his fist on the top of my head. Surprisingly, I couldn't feel any pain. It was probably because of the adrenaline.

My guard was still up. This guy couldn't fight, just like me.

Then I saw an opportunity. I took a step closer to him, firmly planted my feet into the ground and landed a punch with a slight upward tilt. My punch reached under his ribcage and landed right onto his soft squishy liver.

The guy dropped down to the floor, holding his stomach tightly. His mouth was open as he desperately gasping for breath. His eyes were closed tightly as if he was trying to bear the pain and suppress a scream.

He couldn't hold in the scream and he let it out.

Music to my ears.

I gasped for breath. My adrenaline was pumping. I could feel blood rushing around my body at an incredible speed, to the point where I could feel the blood flow on my face. Heat was emanating from my body.

I guess repeatedly practicing liver punches at home paid off. I had watched countless videos on it. Hard work never lets you down I guess.

"Come on!!" I shouted at the other guys in anger.

I felt like my body was on autopilot and I had no control over what I was saying and doing.

I could feel my eyes glaring at them with such intensity, and I felt like my body would instinctively dodge a ray of light being reflected on my face.

This feeling kind of reminded me of how I felt when I played sports. Just losing a single point would make me go crazy, and the opponent team would start telling me to calm down. The problem with me, is that I'm too passionate.

But this is feeling was on a whole another level. I felt twisted excitement in this situation. Like I wouldn't mind getting beat up and landing punches on the opponent as well. It was an indescribable feeling.

I mounted the guy who was still in pain and started plummeting him with my fists. I was so agitated that I would even hit his guard repeatedly, not caring if my punches landed on his face.

"Crazy bastard!!!" one of the other guys said, with a frightened look on his face.

He made a run for it, and the other two idiots followed him, leaving their leader behind.

After landing a few more punches like an animal, I got off the guy I punched in the liver and leaned on a wall near me.

He was out cold.

The kid who was being bullied earlier looked at the scene in shock.

I was breathing so harshly that I couldn't control myself.

I guess, this is how a real fight is like.

"You shouldn't have done that!" The bullied kid said, looking scared.

"I literally saved you from getting your brains bashed in. Show some gratitude," I said, glaring at him and breathing heavily.

"Thanks, but you shouldn't have beaten him up like that." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"He's part of a group in this island...."

He gulped, and looked terrified as he spoke.

"They're coming for you, and they'll make your life hell. Their leader is someone who has the supervisors wrapped around his finger. He's dangerous."

"I'm not afraid," I said.

"You must be afraid!!" He said, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "You're so tired after fighting just one guy! He's gonna send tens of them after you! What are you going to do then!? You must go and bow down in front of him and beg for forgiveness!"

I walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar and said,

"I don't bow to the creation. I only bow to the creator."