Three against one.
That's what it looked like.
That's what it should've been.
But reality?
Reality laughed at numbers.
Gang A.
Three forces united—KRC, VR, and Fists of Steel.
Against Gang X.
VK.
Anyone watching from afar would've bet everything on us.
Three gangs. One enemy.
An easy win.
Right?
No.
A big NO.
It wasn't easy.
It wasn't even fair.
It was a miracle we were still standing.
For a few brief moments, we did push them back.
VK staggered.
Not broken—but shaken.
And that alone felt impossible.
Then the war truly began.
This wasn't some street scuffle.
This wasn't kids throwing punches.
This was something else.
Something brutal.
Something unreal.
It felt like—
A God fighting three Sub-Gods.
And still…
Winning.
VK began to take control again.
Step by step.
Punch by punch.
We were falling.
And then—
Rylan stepped forward.
He didn't look serious.
Not even close.
If anything…
He looked bored.
Before anyone could react—
He jumped.
Straight onto a VR member's face.
Snatched his steel bat mid-fall.
Landed like chaos itself had taken human form.
Yeah… VR was on our side.
Didn't matter.
Not to him.
"What the hell is he doing…?" someone whispered.
No one had an answer.
Because the next second—
Rylan exploded.
He moved like a storm unchained.
Bat swinging.
Bones cracking.
Faces breaking.
VK members—strong, trained, ruthless—
Were getting destroyed.
And Rylan?
He wasn't just fighting.
He was enjoying it.
There was something wrong.
Something unhinged.
He aimed for faces.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each hit heavier than the last.
Each step faster.
Each breath darker.
He wasn't holding back.
He wasn't thinking.
He was losing control.
And then—
The battlefield… went silent.
A presence.
Heavy.
Immovable.
A man stepped forward.
Huge.
Massive.
Unshakable.
As strong as an ox.
As big as an elephant.
As sturdy as an ancient oak.
He walked straight toward Rylan.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Rylan swung.
The man caught the steel bat.
With one hand.
Grip tightened.
Metal screamed.
And then—
The bat… bent.
My heart dropped.
Before anyone could react—
He grabbed Rylan's head…
And threw him.
Not pushed.
Not knocked.
Thrown.
Rylan's body flew across the ground like he weighed nothing.
Silence.
For a moment—
We thought it was over.
Then—
He stood up.
Slowly.
And something changed.
For the first time—
Rylan looked serious.
No smile.
No madness.
Just darkness.
Ryan's voice trembled beside me.
"He… is… Dominic Vance…"
My chest tightened.
"Beast of VK."
Ryan stepped back, panic flooding his face.
"HOW THE HELL DID WE MESS WITH THE VICE CHAIRMAN OF VK?!"
"END THIS FIGHT NOW! WE'LL DIE—HE'S NOT HUMAN!"
"THIS MARK—" he pointed at his face, shaking—
"—HE DID THIS!"
Fear spread faster than fire.
But Rylan?
He didn't move.
He just stared.
Dominic grinned.
Mocking.
Cold.
"Hey, kid," he called out.
"You heard your leader."
He cracked his neck.
"Step back… or are you hungry for my punches?"
Laughter echoed.
Heavy.
Confident.
Rylan didn't reply.
He picked up two steel bats.
And charged.
The first strike—
Clean.
Precise.
Devastating.
Straight to Dominic's head.
For a split second—
It looked like it worked.
Then—
Dominic raised his left hand.
And stopped it.
Just like that.
Rylan's eyes widened.
He stepped back.
Fast.
This wasn't a fight anymore.
This was—
A God…
Versus something that refused to die.
I couldn't move.
My legs gave out.
I dropped to the ground, shaking.
Watching.
Helpless.
Rylan rushed again.
Dominic didn't even flinch.
He grabbed the bat—
Pulled—
And slammed Rylan down with it.
The impact echoed.
But Rylan—
Landed on his feet.
The fight turned savage.
Relentless.
Unstoppable.
No one dared to interfere.
No one—
Except Sean.
"I'm not standing back while my friend gets beaten," he said.
And then he moved.
No weapon.
Just speed.
Just skill.
Rylan from the left.
Sean from the right.
Perfect timing.
Sean jumped—
A brutal kick to Dominic's head.
At the same moment—
Rylan struck the back of Dominic's knee.
A crack.
Dominic dropped to one knee.
Sean spun—
Another kick to the back of the head.
Rylan—
Straight to the face.
The battlefield exploded.
This was it.
This had to be it.
Dominic… was down.
Cheers started rising.
Hope returned.
But then—
Laughter.
Loud.
Uncontrolled.
Dominic stood up.
Still laughing.
"Hey, kiddos…" he wiped his mouth.
"That tickles."
Silence.
Sean froze.
Rylan didn't move.
Even they…
Were shocked.
Some members from VR and KRC rushed in.
Desperate.
Angry.
They attacked together.
Dominic didn't even try.
One hand.
That's all he used.
One by one—
They fell.
Hard.
Bodies hit the ground within seconds.
Broken.
Defeated.
Only two remained standing.
Sean.
And Rylan.
Breathing heavily.
Facing a monster.
And then—
I saw it.
A shadow behind Rylan.
A man from VK.
Quiet.
Careful.
A knife clicked open.
The blade caught the light.
And he moved closer.
Closer.
Right behind Rylan.
My throat tightened.
But no sound came out.
Because I knew—
If that blade lands…
Everything ends.