"Thompson, I'm here, it's Nathan!"
"Sean Moore, you son of a bitch, get out here."
Nathan Garcia shouted, rushing in first. Behind him, a group of thugs stormed in, all wielding knives and clubs.
They were all in a hurry, but once they got inside and saw the scene, they were dumbfounded.
In the hall, bodies lay everywhere, each one crying and wailing, looking miserable.
Nathan Garcia was dumbstruck at first, then gasped, feeling his scalp tingle.
No doubt, this was all Thompson's doing.
He knew best just how terrifying Thompson's strength was.
With a scan of his eyes, he spotted me on the side and quickly jogged over, grinning cheekily.
"Thompson, I'm here to back you up!" he chuckled to me.
Then, with a stern face, he turned to Sean Moore.
"Sean Moore, oh Sean Moore, you must have the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard to even dare touch Thompson's people!" As he spoke, he lifted his foot and gave him a few hard kicks.
