In the heart of the country known as Dragon Scale, renowned for its lush landscapes and vibrant culture, lay the bustling capital, Draco's Vill. The streets were alive with the sounds of laughter, the scent of fresh pastries wafting through the air, and the chatter of people engaging in their daily lives. Draco's Vill is usually a peaceful place to live, but things sometimes change.
One night in Draco's Vill, a young man was enjoying himself in the red-light district. After having his fun, he was about to head home. As he headed to his car, five people suddenly stepped out from the shadows and surrounded him.
"Hey kid, this is a nice car you have here. Why don't you give us the keys to the car and all your money, and you won't get hurt?" one of the men, clearly the leader, said as he pulled a knife from his pocket.
The other men just started laughing. "How foolish! Do you idiots even know who I am? If you did, you'd be cowering in fear," the young man said with a sneer.
"Kid, we don't care who you are. Just give us the car and the money before you get seriously hurt," the leader growled.
The young man's eyes flashed with confidence as he took a fighting stance. "How disgusting, you really think you could stand a chance against me?" he sneered.
The five men, fueled by their own bravado and the leader's taunts, rushed at him with a collective snarl. The leader, knife in hand, lunged forward with a vicious swing, but the young man was quicker. He sidestepped the attack with ease, his movements fluid and precise.
As the other men joined the fray, the young man's body became a whirlwind of punches and kicks, each strike landing with precision and deadly force. The men stumbled back, their faces twisted in pain and shock, as the young man continued to fight with a skill that was almost... inhuman.
The leader, enraged by the sudden turn of events, charged forward with a feral growl, but the young man was ready. With a swift kick, he sent the leader crashing to the ground, the knife flying out of his hand.
As all five of them lay on the ground groaning, the young man sneered, "Such trash! You are not even worth my time." He turned to get into his car, but just then, the leader's hand twitched, and a small pistol emerged from his jacket pocket.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The sound of gunshots echoed through the alley, the sharp reports cutting through the night air. The young man's body jerked back, his eyes flashing with shock and pain.
The leader's grin twisted into a snarl as he struggled to sit up, the pistol still clutched in his hand. "You may have beaten us," he spat, "but you're still going down."
But the young man wasn't down yet. He started laughing hysterically. "You fools, you have just signed your death certificates. My family will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth. I will be at the gates of hell waiting for you." He said as he took his last breath, his body slumping to the ground, lifeless.
The leader's smile faltered, a glimmer of fear creeping into his eyes as he stared at the young man's lifeless body. "Search his pockets, I want to know who this arrogant bastard is."
As they began to search the young man's lifeless body, one of the men, named Josa, opened the wallet and was shocked to see who he was. "Boss Josh! I think we f*cked up big time," Josa said, handing the wallet to the leader.
The leader, known as Boss Josh, took the wallet and read the young man's name out loud. "David Wright! Oh sh*t, this man... I think he's a member of the Wright Family."
Boss Josh's face turned pale as he started to panic. "Who is the Wright Family, and why are you guys so intimidated by them?" one of the men asked, his name was Frankly.
Boss Josh looked at him like he was crazy. "Don't you know who the Wright Family is? They're one of the most powerful families in Dragon Scale." Boss Josh's voice was shaking slightly. "We're in deep trouble, guys. We need to get out of here, now."
The men exchanged nervous glances, their faces reflecting their growing fear. As the rain began to fall, one of the men spoke up. "Wait, I have an idea. Let's drag his body over there and hide it in the alley. I have gloves so our fingerprints won't be on him." The man's name was Matt.
"That's not a bad idea. What about his car and his wallet? What should we do with them?" another man asked. His name was Kyle.
"Take the money out of the wallet and throw it in the garbage. As for the car, we'll drive it to Mike's Chop Shop on the outskirts of town. He'll strip it for parts and pay us a decent sum. But remember, we can't tell anyone about what happened here," Boss Josh said, his voice firm.
The men quickly got to work, dragging the body into the shadows and stripping the car of any valuables. They piled into the car, with Boss Josh taking the wheel, and drove to the chop shop.
The rain pounded down around them, washing away any evidence of their presence. As they arrived at the shop, Mike, the owner, looked up from his work. "What've you got for me?" he asked, eyeing the car.
"A sweet ride," Boss Josh replied, handing over the keys. "Let's discuss the price."
"It's a nice car indeed," Mike said, eyeing the vehicle. "But I gotta tell you, I'm only gonna be able to offer you guys five grand for it. It's stolen, right?"
Boss Josh's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was desperate to get rid of the car. "Five grand?" he repeated, trying to hide his surprise. "We'll take it."
Mike nodded and handed over the cash. "Alright, it's a deal."
Boss Josh shook Mike's hand. "Thanks, Mike. You're a businessman."
After leaving Mike's chop shop, Boss Josh turned to his crew. "Let's get out of here and lay low for a while. We'll wait for the storm to pass." The crew nodded in agreement and followed Boss Josh to their hideout.
Meanwhile, back in Mike's chop shop, he and his crew were having a good laugh at Boss Josh and his men. "Dude, I'm killin' it! They took five grand for this beauty?" one of the guys said, chuckling.
"Right? I mean, I've seen some desperate sellers, but these guys were on a whole other level," another crew member added.
"Hey, Mike, ain't this a 2017 GTC Dodge Viper? I remember seeing these go for a pretty penny," one of the guys asked, eyeing the car.
Mike nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, you're thinkin' of the right car. These babies go for anywhere from $190,000 to over $320,000, dependin' on the condition and all that jazz."
The crew member's eyes widened. "No way! They took five grand for this? That's like givin' it away!"
Mike chuckled. "I know, right? I think I got the deal of a lifetime. And let me tell you, the engine alone on this thing is worth a small fortune. I'm talkin' $10,000 to $30,000 easy."
The crew erupted into laughter, slapping each other on the back and high-fiving. Mike joined in, grinning from ear to ear.
"Alright, alright, let's get to work, boys!" Mike said, wiping tears from his eyes. "We've got a car to strip and some parts to sell!"
The crew worked tirelessly, dismantling the car piece by piece. Tools clanged against metal, and the occasional whoop of excitement echoed through the shop as valuable parts were uncovered.
The car was stripped down to its bare bones, its sleek lines and shiny surface giving way to a pile of discarded metal and plastic. As the hours passed, the crew's excitement grew. They knew they'd hit the jackpot, and the haul from this one car could keep them busy for weeks.