One man shoved another into the counter, sending glasses crashing to the floor, while someone else stumbled backward and slammed straight into Pedro.
He barely caught his balance before another blow came swinging toward him.
Pedro ducked.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
He shoved the man away and finally raised his fists, forced to defend himself as the fight closed in around him.
His eyes darted across the chaotic room, searching for an opening.
Alas, the situation only grew worse.
More thugs suddenly poured into the bar from outside, flooding the room until Pedro was completely overwhelmed.
He ducked another swing and quickly took the attacker down, but the moment he turned around, a fist came crashing straight into his face.
The blow caught him completely off guard.
Pedro staggered backward, his vision instantly blurring as his legs gave out beneath him.
Before he could recover, everything went black.
He collapsed onto the hard floor, knocked unconscious by the punch.
