Iron Dragon Legs

Rendra moved swiftly, facing four opponents at once with the calmness of a seasoned fighter. A burly man swung a powerful punch at his face a blow strong enough to shatter a jaw. But Rendra ducked just in time, letting the fist sail harmlessly over his head. He blocked another strike with his left arm before leaping back, searching for an opening amidst the encirclement.

His sharp eyes analyzed their movements. The moment one of them showed a gap in their defense, he lunged forward, delivering a brutal kick to the man's stomach. The impact was solid. The man staggered, his face contorted in pain before he collapsed to his knees, coughing and clutching his abdomen. But there was no time to celebrate. Two more opponents charged at him.

A punch came from the left Rendra deflected it with his elbow, using the momentum to slam his right fist into his opponent's jaw. The man stumbled, vision spinning, but he wasn't down yet. Sensing another attack coming, Rendra spun, dodging just in time before countering with a swift side kick to another thug's knee. A sharp crack echoed, followed by a scream of agony.

On the other side, Navies was surrounded by five men who prowled around him like a pack of hungry wolves. Yet, he remained composed, his piercing gaze studying every move they made. One of them lunged with a punch aimed at his face. With almost effortless grace, Navies tilted his head slightly, allowing the attack to miss. In one smooth motion, he twisted his body and struck the man's chin with his right elbow.

A sickening crack filled the air. The man's eyes rolled back before he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Two others attacked simultaneously. One charged from behind, while the other threw a punch at his chest. With exceptional agility, Navies sidestepped, making the attack in front of him miss and sending his opponent stumbling forward. At that precise moment, he grabbed the wrist of the man trying to seize him from behind and twisted it violently.

"ARGH!!" A scream of pain erupted as the man crumpled to the ground, his arm bent at an unnatural angle.

Meanwhile, Rendra had already taken down two men. But one opponent managed to strike from behind. A solid punch landed on his back, making him stagger forward, nearly falling. His breath hitched, but he refused to let the pain slow him down.

He whirled around swiftly, slamming his left elbow into the attacker's temple, then followed up with a forceful punch to the face. The man was sent reeling backward, fresh blood dripping from his nose before he collapsed.

Navies was still surrounded. One of the thugs now wielded an iron rod, swinging it with full force. But Navies was faster. He caught the man's wrist before the weapon could land on his head. With precise control, he twisted the arm in the opposite direction.

A gruesome snap rang out, followed by an agonized shriek. The iron rod clattered to the ground, echoing amidst the sound of ragged breaths and groans of pain.

But before they could savor their victory, the screech of tires suddenly pierced the air. A black van sped toward them, screeching to a halt. The back doors flung open, and several armed men stepped out, their expressions cold and unyielding.

Navies and Rendra exchanged glances, their breaths still heavy. They braced for another fight, but this time, the enemy outnumbered them significantly and they were armed. It didn't take long before the tide turned against them. A heavy blow struck Rendra's temple, making his vision blur. Navies tried to hold his ground, but a brutal kick to his stomach sent him crashing to the pavement.

Now, both Rendra and Navies were powerless. In the distance, Lily remained seated inside her sleek black Mercedes, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Tonight, the show was far from over it had only just begun.

From the dimly lit end of the street, a group of cyclists emerged, their silhouettes blending seamlessly into the night. Nearly thirty of them moved in perfect formation, their tires whispering softly against the asphalt, like a haunting melody accompanying the march of death. Their upright postures and confident strides radiated an intimidating aura, making the air grow heavy with tension.

The remaining thugs turned to look, unease creeping into their stances. Some even took an unconscious step back.

A charged silence filled the night, thick with anticipation, pressing down on everyone who bore witness to the scene.

From the front lines, a burly man jumped down with a movement surprisingly light for someone of his size. The leather jacket he wore gleamed under the light, displaying a bold dragon emblem etched across the back. His face bore a confident smirk, his eyes sweeping the surroundings like a king arriving on a battlefield.

"What's this? A gang war?" he asked casually, his voice low but sharp enough to pierce through the night's silence.

One of Lily's men, still clinging to a shred of courage, didn't wait any longer. He lunged at the man with a swift punch, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and fear.

But the man merely raised an eyebrow before dodging with ease. As if mocking the attack, he sidestepped just enough, making the punch miss as though it was nothing more than a passing breeze. Then, in one swift and precise motion, he lifted his leg and struck the attacker squarely in the chest with a powerful kick.

"UGHH!" The thug staggered back, his body momentarily airborne before crashing hard onto the asphalt. He didn't move again.

Silence gripped the area. The next second, the tension shattered completely.

Without warning, the group of bikers surged forward, charging at Lily's men. Like an unstoppable storm, they unleashed a flurry of punches, kicks, and precision strikes that left the thugs defenseless. Screams and the sounds of bodies colliding echoed through the night air. Some of Lily's men tried to flee, but not all of them were lucky enough to escape. Within minutes, the street that had once been filled with brutal shouts was now littered with sprawled bodies and a few bicycles still standing, silent witnesses to this one-sided battle.

Amidst the aftermath of chaos, the burly man stepped closer to Navies, who remained standing despite his labored breathing. His eyes studied the young man with an undisguised interest.

"You alright?" he asked, his tone relaxed. "Name's Mike. We were just passing through, but I saw your bike. It'd be a shame if you got taken out by trash like them."

Navies, though his body ached all over, let out a small laugh. "Thanks, Mike. I owe you one. How can I repay you?"

Mike grinned widely, patting Navies on the shoulder with enough force to make him sway slightly. "Relax, no need to get all serious. But if you really want to repay me…" His eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "Join our club Iron Dragon Legs. Or just call us Dragon Legs."

Navies stared at Mike for a moment, weighing his options. Then, slowly, a smile formed on his lips. "Sounds interesting."

A few cheers erupted from the other IDL members, as if welcoming a new recruit into their circle.

In the distance, inside her luxury Mercedes, Lily gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with calculation. She hadn't expected another party to interfere in her game. Tonight, she had lost. But this wasn't over.

Seated in her car, Lily tapped her fingers against the armrest, her mind already spinning with a new plan.

Meanwhile, after making sure Rendra who was barely conscious was still breathing, Navies simply gave a faint smile, as if ignoring the pain spreading through his body. Night had begun to drape over the city, the last streaks of orange fading from the horizon, leaving behind a cold, dark sky. The biting air accompanied their quiet journey home, as if the world itself was giving them time to process what had just happened.

Dinner time was approaching, but no one spoke. As if the events of this night still clung too tightly, shaping a new chapter whose direction they had yet to understand.