In the chaotic underground of the city, two names struck fear—and respect—into the hearts of all: WS and Crescent. These weren't just gangs; they were forces of nature. So powerful, in fact, that everyone knew.... a storm was brewing. A clash was inevitable.
And the first spark? It came out of nowhere.
Crescent's second-in-command, Rusle, was ambushed. The attacker? None other than Tastin, the first group leader of WS. It was fast, brutal—but Rusle survived. Barely.
Later, when Alice whispered the news to Mahir, things began to spiral. People started gathering. Tension thickened in the air. Both gangs' members were already there, standing by their leaders, eyes filled with heat and hate.
Everyone thought, "This is it. The war starts now."
Even though anger boiled in Mahir and Alice's veins, two people stepped up to hold back the tide. WS's second-in-command Mash and Crescent's third-in-command Din tried to stop their leaders. Words flew, emotions flared.
Then Alice said, voice cold, eyes sharp:
"If Tastin apologizes to Rusle, I won't say anything."
But Mahir? He just scoffed.
"We fight."
Alice didn't respond. He simply turned around with a smirk, his footsteps echoing like thunder on the street. One by one, every Crescent member followed behind.
But before disappearing into the shadows, Alice spoke again—this time louder, for everyone to hear:
"Friday. 2:30 PM. At Crescent's battlefield. That's when it ends."
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Friday – 2:30 PM – The Battlefield
The wind was still. Even nature seemed to hold its breath.
From Crescent came Rusle, Damiyan, Din, and Alice.
From WS stood Mahir, Tastin, Mash, and Rui.
They faced each other like ancient warriors—eight souls caught in a silent war.
Then, chaos erupted.
Alice and Mahir tore through enemy ranks, fists and fury flying. But it wasn't enough.
Suddenly, Rusle stepped into Mahir's path. Tastin moved silently behind him.
Everyone knew the outcome. Rusle didn't stand a chance. This wasn't a battle—it was an execution.
Alice heard the whispers—felt the fear. He moved.
But before he could reach Rusle, someone blocked his way.
Rui.
Alice didn't even blink. Rui wasn't strong. He was barely considered a threat.
One punch—Rui flew back.
But… he got up.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Alice's patience snapped.
With a roar, he landed a monstrous punch that sent Rui crashing into the wall. The concrete cracked. Rui didn't move.
And this time, he wasn't getting up.