First KP

"Real pretty wheel for a kid" one of the thugs who seemed to be the leader sneered, licking his chapped lips as he eyed Leon's red cherry Ferrari. "But this ain't some driving club shit, it's our turf you trespassed and you will pay for it" His crew erupted in laughter like hyenas.

Amid the mocking laughter, the youngest thug leaped off his bike, aluminum bat shrieking against the asphalt. "Bet you never held a real bat, pretty boy!" he sneered as he advanced towards Leon.

Without missing a beat, Leon's instincts kicked in. In one fluid motion, he snatched the swinging bat out of midair. The red-capped thug's eyes went wide in shock as he realized his weapon was now firmly in Leon's grip. The laughter of the rest of the thugs around him fell silent.

"Give it back!" the thug bellowed, lunging forward. But no matter how much he failed. Leon's hold was unyielding as if the bat had taken root in his hand.

With a cold glare, Leon swung the bat hard, the sickening crunch of shattered bone echoing as it connected with the thug's hand. The attacker recoiled in shock and pain.

Not wasting a moment, Leon advanced like a force of nature. The youngest thug attempted a wild punch with his other hand, but Leon countered by slamming his right foot into his opponent's chest, sending him hurtling several meters across the compound. The impact was brutal, a spray of blood and a thud that left the thug's body contorted in agony.

"Get off me, you freak!" the thug screamed.

Emboldened by his initial success, Leon pressed his advantage. One by one, Leon dismantled the attackers. He grabbed the bat and smashed it into another thug's shoulder, producing a horrifying crack followed by a loud scream. As fear replaced their earlier bravado, the gang's shouts of "Run!" filled the air as they scrambled for their vehicles.

But Leon wasn't finished. In a display of raw strength, he spotted an abandoned forklift nearby. With a herculean effort, he lifted the massive forklift overhead and swung it across the compound. The machine sailed through the air, smashing into the group of thugs, essentially flattening them.

As the violent melee reached its climax, Leon's eyes burned with a mix of anger and grim determination. The brawl had lasted mere minutes, but it left behind a gruesome scene, smashed bodies, and wrecked vehicles littering the area. This was his first kill, a fact that twisted his stomach.

He grabbed the oil drum poured the content all over the remains and lit fire.

Breathing heavily, Leon hopped back into his sports car. "Time to roll," he muttered, starting the engine and speeding away into the night. The scene he left behind was a violent reminder that in this brutal new reality, strength was the only currency that mattered.

As he drove, Leon's mind churned with conflicting emotions. Though he wasn't proud of what he had done, it was self defence. Those thugs were ready to permanently cripple him or worse kill him after stealing his car. He wasn't worried about the crime scene. No one will investigate the death of those thugs and even if they did it would hit a dead end.