Chapter 10: A Vacation Interrupted

Time Remaining: 14 Days

Ali looked around at his gang members, excitement bubbling in the air. They were finally going on a much-needed vacation—a break from the chaos of the streets and the upcoming tournament. Fatima, Bilal, Zubair, Areeb, Nida, and Salman were all buzzing with anticipation as they packed their bags in front of Ali's house. The plan was to head to the beach, where they could unwind, recharge, and enjoy some sun before the battle of a lifetime.

"Alright, everyone! Last call for sunscreen and snacks!" Ali shouted, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's make this trip epic!"

But just as they were about to hop on their bikes, Fatima's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from excitement to concern. "Uh, guys… We have a situation."

"What now?" Bilal asked, rolling his eyes.

"The Big Dawg's and Clover gangs are at it again. They're fighting over territory, and it's causing havoc in the streets," Fatima replied, urgency creeping into her voice. "It's bad out there."

Ali's heart sank. He knew they couldn't ignore it. "We have to go. We can't let this escalate. Grab your gear; we're heading out!"

Upon arriving at Zone 3, the scene was nothing short of apocalyptic. Flames licked at the sky, and the air was thick with smoke. Members of the Wolf and Rose gangs were locked in a fierce brawl, trading blows as broken glass and debris littered the ground.

"Stop this madness!" Ali shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of punches and insults.

With no time to waste, Ali signaled his crew, and they leaped into the fray.

Environmental destruction was inevitable as fists flew and bodies collided with the remnants of the warehouse. Ali executed a spinning kick, connecting sharply with a Clover member's jaw, sending him crashing into a nearby wall and leaving a massive dent. The ground shook beneath them as Zara unleashed a rapid series of straight punches, each strike hitting like thunder against the chests of her opponents, causing them to stagger back in shock.

Ali moved with precision, weaving through the chaos. He ducked low and sprang off a barrel, delivering a flying knee strike to a Wolf gang member, sending him sprawling across the concrete floor. The camera zoomed in on the intense close-ups of their faces, showcasing the sheer power of Ali's attack as shock registered in their eyes.

Khalid, muscles taut and ready, lifted a heavy steel beam overhead and swung it like a baseball bat, knocking back several fighters. Each impact sent shockwaves through the crowd, drawing gasps from onlookers as the metal clanged against bodies.

The fight coordination between the ONI gang members was seamless, like a well-rehearsed choreography. Bilal tackled two fighters at once, expertly using their momentum against them, flipping them onto the ground in a fluid motion. Ravi, channeling his training, performed a backflip kick, executing a barrage of strikes that left his foes stunned and gasping for breath. Maya, moving with stealth and agility, dodged incoming strikes and incapacitated a Big dawg member with a swift elbow strike to the stomach.

As the fight escalated, the three gang leaders faced off, each embodying their unique fighting style.

Jamal, the Big Dawg gang leader, towered over his opponents, his brawny frame moving with surprising speed. He charged toward Ali, fists swinging like wrecking balls. Ali sidestepped, anticipating the attack, and countered with a rapid uppercut, the impact echoing like a drumbeat as Jamal staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief.

Nadia, the Clover gang leader, darted around the chaos with an almost otherworldly grace. She attempted to outmaneuver Ali, delivering a flurry of chops and side kicks that landed like rain, her fists a whirlwind of fury. But Ali was prepared; he ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding her blows before catching her with a powerful spinning backfist, sending her crashing into a stack of crates, splinters flying.

The intense fight unfolded dramatically, with every punch breaking something—concrete pillars, glass windows, and even a nearby vending machine that exploded like fireworks. Ali executed a flawless side kick, dodging Jamal's heavy fist and countering with a spinning back kick that sent the Big Dawg's leader staggering back, a look of shock plastered on his face.

As the dust settled and the fight reached a frenetic crescendo, Ali stood victorious, chest heaving as adrenaline coursed through him. The gang members around him began to back down, respect replacing aggression in their eyes.

"Now, let's talk about this tournament," Ali said, catching his breath. "What's your stance on the upcoming Arena?"

Jamal rubbed his jaw, scowling. "Whoever wins this tournament will be the next king of the underworld.You the 8 Gangs are the most closest to winning But we're not going to let you have it easy."

"Agreed," Nadia added, her fierce gaze unwavering. "We'll see you in the ring."

Just then, chaos erupted again as an assassin lunged from the shadows, a blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. It was quick—too quick. Ali barely had time to react, his instincts kicking in as he sidestepped the lethal strike.

"Who sent you?" Ali growled, a predatory glint in his eyes. He launched a powerful roundhouse kick, sending the assassin tumbling back, crashing into a stack of crates. The air crackled with tension as the fight became a brutal dance of survival.

The assassin retaliated, lunging forward with blinding speed, but Ali was ready. He countered with a series of precise strikes, each movement calculated and effective. In a stunning display, he spun low, executing a sweep kick that sent the assassin crashing to the ground.

"Why are you after me?" Ali demanded, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders as he pinned the assassin to the ground, adrenaline surging through him.

The assassin's eyes widened, fear replacing the earlier bravado. "Bounty... on your head. The elites want you gone."

With the threat neutralized, they took the assassin back to their hideout for interrogation. But Ali knew their vacation was officially canceled.

The ONI gang rode back home, the weight of the impending battle and the assassin's warning heavy on their shoulders. The tournament was approaching fast, and now they had a new enemy to contend with.

Ali sat on his bed later that night, staring at the wall. He had to prepare, not just for the tournament, but for the fight for his life.

In the underworld, nothing was ever straightforward.

To be continued...