Kinnporsche

Chapter 0

-The beginning of a disaster-

Bam ... Whack...

The sound of punches and kicks grabbed my attention as I stood there with a cigarette in my mouth, putting a large trash bag in the green rubbish bin next to where I work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of five or six men gang up on a man lying under their feet. I tightened the straps on the trash bag before turning my attention back to them and smoked the cigarette in my mouth, then exhaled the smoke to bring my thoughts back. I had seen this kind of thing so often, now I am used to it. The alley behind the bar is dark and quiet; only employees go in and out to take the trash out or deliver or receive goods.

"Damn!! Your brute force isn't bad either," a voice rang out from the dark alley. I really do not care; I will just focus on my current task of putting the rubbish out and go back inside the bar, locking the door when I go home. Yes, that is what I should be doing because after all, I am just a student who works part time after my college hours are finished.

As it was very late, the customers were already few in number. Some people are waiting for taxi's, some are trying to flirt with girls to find some fuck buddies, some are even fighting like the ones I am watching right now.

I am not heartless; I just do not want to interfere in other people's business. The fight seemed to have something to do with the father of the guy being beat up. What is certain is that the person I can see seemed to have received a lot of punches and kicks that were quite severe, being beaten within an inch of his life.

You can curse me all you want; you are probably thinking that I am heartless, watching the thugs beating him up without doing anything. Hey, I am still thinking it over! Who knows, they probably have a good reason for doing that; maybe that person was guilty of something, so the people beat him up. For example, that person might be a thief...

"Get off me, you bastard!!!"

"Ahhh ... Hey..." I turned my head and saw the man who had just fallen to the ground, try to stand up again to face the gangsters. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out, ignoring the injured man. I stretched lazily a few times, I was thinking to get ready to go home and relax.

Just as I was about to leave, my footsteps were stopped when one of the fighting bastards forcefully pulled on my shirt.

"Please..." His hoarse voice sounded very weak. With one quick glance, I could see that coat he was wearing had the same pattern on the arms as my own. I turned to look at the man's face and to my surprise I saw that it was covered in bruises with blood coming out of his mouth and nose. However, the wounds could not cover the handsome face of the man who I assume is not that much different in age to me.

"Where do you think you're going!?" A man with a stony face approached and pulled at his collar. I looked at the person asking for help and before I knew what I was thinking, I quickly helped him by lifting him up and pulling his arm towards me.

"Talk slowly, Khun." I said in a small voice as I was looking at the face of the gangster with the moustache, I was certain that he is an older man. Would they really bully and rob students who are younger than them? But when I looked closer, the injured man I am holding up seems to be almost the same age as me and judging from his appearance and the brand of clothing he is dressed in, it is clear that he is a rich kid.

"If you want his valuables, take it now and let him go." I grabbed the man's arm from the thug to hide him behind me.

"If you do not want to get hurt, you better not get involved in things that don't concern you." The moustache man threatened, which caused me to hesitate a little before finally asking.