A SLAP ON THE WRIST

The two boys sat inside the police car in calm silence, their hands joined by the single handcuff they shared.

Judging from their demeanor, one would find it hard to believe that they had just come out of a fight... much less with a police officer.

They both were looking through the windscreen at where the said officer was pressing a bag of ice on his nose. The man kept wincing in pain every time the bag touched his nose. Abel knew it was broken.

He had felt it the moment his fist had connected with the officer's face.

In truth, there hadn't been much resistance at all; his guess was that his Saitama friend had dealt the damage even before he did .

Further ahead, the other officer, who appeared to be the senior of the two, was in deep conversation with the same guy who had dismissed the participants.

"That cop is never gonna forget us, mate," Abel's ninja friend giggled as if they had broken some world record.