143 Four Years Ago (1/2)

Going back to four years ago, near an abandoned apartment building.

”Agh!”

A group of thugs were ganging up against a male student. However, the student was so unbelievably strong that he managed to hold his weight against the group of four or five people.

Thwack! Thwack!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded in the empty area. The sun was setting on top of them, casting an orangey glow over their battered bodies.

”Piece of sh*t! Piece of sh*t!” The student muttered under his breath as he punched the opponent in front of him. A different person snuck up behind him and landed a hit on his back with a steel bat.

It probably hurt, but the student barely even batted an eye at it. He simply continued to fend off against the thugs like an undying soldier.

”You f*cking trash!” He roared.

Although it sounded as if he was cursing the thugs, in reality, that was not the case. His tone was laced with self-derision. Though, in the situation he was in, his opponents could not help but misunderstand.

”Say that again, you little sh*t!” One of the thugs yelled, incensed at the boy's constant cursing. This pig-headed fool was either fearless or stupid to have decided to offend them.

However, one person cannot match against so many people at once. Soon enough, the student became overwhelmed and ended up on the losing side. He crumpled on the ground, his body curled up like a foetus as he protected his vitals.

”Serves you right, you arrogant punk!” One of them spat, kicking him one last time.

”Kh...!” The student groaned. He gritted his teeth and bore with the pain. Although he wanted to pass out, he urged himself to stay awake. He didn't really want to die yet, after all.

After the thugs had left, a figure stepped out from the shadows.