Xoza: "PREPARE YOURSELVES!"
The warehouse exploded with movement. RDX members rose as one, chairs screeching back, fists tightening, hoodies pulled up to shadow their eyes. Chains clinked, bats slammed against palms, and the air grew thick with the electric scent of violence.
Loma, bruised but determined, stepped forward.
Loma: "I'll lead you there."
The group marched through the dimly lit streets, their footsteps echoing like drums of war. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows as they arrived at the territory where Loma had been beaten down.
Xoza (to Loma, his voice low and sharp): "Listen carefully. These guys call themselves the Apex Predators. Their whole style is raw—fighting like wild beasts, pure animal instinct. If one of their top 10 is here, we're in real danger. I'm probably the only one who can stand against them."
Loma: "Huh? Then… let's just head back."
Xoza shook his head, eyes burning.
Xoza: "No. If we back down now, our reputation shatters. The boss won't forgive us. Neither will I."
Loma clenched his fists, frustration written all over his battered face.
Loma: "… I see. But I can't fight right now… you'll have to handle this."
From the darkness, shadows emerged.
Twenty-one men, all smirking, eyes glinting with savage hunger. Their footsteps were deliberate, predatory.
One stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
???: "Name's Zavios. Number 10 of the Apex Predators. So… RDX actually showed up for a brawl?"
Xoza's glare was sharp enough to cut.
Xoza: "Let Loma pass through… or I'll break you myself."
Zavios tilted his head back and laughed, a wild glint flashing in his eyes.
Zavios: "Woah, woah… what if I say no, big head?"
Xoza lunged forward, his body a coiled spring snapping loose. His fist shot out — a powerful cross aimed straight for Zavios' jaw.
But Zavios slipped it with predator's grace, a grin stretching across his face.
Xoza (thinking, eyes wide): "He read that… so fast!"
Zavios: "Dangerous. That almost got me."
He tightened his fist, muscles swelling like coiled steel.
BAM!
A vicious uppercut snapped Xoza's head back.
Xoza staggered, vision blurring, teeth gritted.
Xoza (dazed, panting): "That speed… that power… unbelievable. He's only No. 10… but five more hits like that, and I'm done."
Then, the air shifted.
A heavy aura dropped over the street like a suffocating blanket. The Predators paused, even Zavios' smirk faltering for just a moment.
From the shadows, a hooded figure stepped forward. His presence alone felt like gravity itself, pressing against their lungs.
Zavios' grin returned, sharper than ever. His instincts screamed—this was danger incarnate.
Zavios: "Hah… looks like tonight just got exciting."
Chapter 4 End