I stepped over the bodies of the fallen Disciples of the North Gate in pain and walked straight toward the culprit spitting blood not far away.
The guy saw me slowly approaching, he tried to crawl and scramble away, but he was too weak to run.
The aura of intimidation filled him with fear.
"Do you really think a little cop can't handle you all?" I stood in the center and shouted at the fallen, suffering Disciples: "I'm telling you right now, if you abide by the law, I won't trouble you; but if you cross me or get on my radar, I'll be here every day to make you suffer."
With that, I grabbed the guy who hit Old Martinez, intending to take him away.
Before I could move, three shadows appeared in front of me under the streetlight.
"Let him go."
I looked up and saw three tall and imposing men.
The disciple I grabbed was overjoyed upon seeing these three: "Master, this bastard is causing trouble on our turf and wants to take me away."
