As the scene transitioned to Shin's fight, the screen revealed not a brawl but rather an asphalt expanse littered with battered, unconscious student bodies.
Shin's group of thirty male students was wheezing like old men, some of them even sprawled on the pavement with bloodied noses.
Shin, however, was merely depicted wiping the blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief.
A young man with cyan hair approached Shin from behind, sporting a casual grin. He served as the second in command after Shin, named Kite.
"Leader, fancy grabbing something delicious to eat?"
He flaunted cash in his hands, waving it with a grin.
This was the cash they had pilfered from the unconscious bodies scattered around them, payment for their efforts.
Shin calmly shook his head.
Outstretching his palm, he commanded in a tone that was confident, intimidating, and most of all, devoid of emotions.
"Give me my share."
