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A while ago, Wolf was just minding his own business, smoking as he scrolled away on his phone when some wannabe thugs suddenly approached him out of nowhere and started asking for a fight. It looked like none of them recognised him. Well, it was indeed unusual for him to go by this area especially since it's not even a part of the Union.

He found a nice alleyway with little to no people going anywhere near it, unlike the places in which the Union owns where you'd see people going to random places even in the smallest of spaces for whatever reason.

A group of five people started trying to intimidate him, asking questions such as "Do you know who we are?" and "Don't you know who this place belongs to?"

To answer these stupid questions, first of all, no, he has no fucking idea who these morons were. Why would he bother to know the names and faces of such weaklings like them? And secondly, why on earth would he care about who owns this place? He can literally just take it whenever he wants seeing how weak the people are in this area.

No wonder Donald Na didn't make it a part of the Union.

The people here are all bark and no bite. When placed in a scenario where they need to actually fight, they all go cowering in fear, begging the other party for forgiveness and mercy.

The only reason why Wolf beat them up was because one of the five brainless buffoons decided that it would be a good idea to break his three-second rule, which was idiotic of him to be honest.

After the count of three, all hell broke loose.

Wolf smirked, making the one who made eye contact with him for more than three seconds frown, he was about to taunt the purple haired teen again, when all of a sudden, he felt something collide with his face.

He didn't know what was going on, everything happened so fast. One second, he was just bullying a random kid then the next moment, he was being beaten up to a pulp. Then, everything went dark. He had lost consciousness.

As Wolf was beating up the guy, the other four ganged up on him, telling him to stop beating up their "boss".

But he didn't budge nor did he spare them a glance even if he was receiving punches left and right. He continued to mercilessly punch the group's supposed to be leader -which Wolf was disappointed by because how can somebody be a leader when they're so weak?- until he had knocked him out cold.

Wolf dropped the passed out guy down and stood up, the four subordinates froze in fear as they cautiously awaited for the purple-haired teen's next move.

He removed his glasses with his bloodied hands, tucking it on his polo shirt, before looking at them with a crazed smile, "Who's next?"

Screams, terrified cries, and the sound of bones breaking filled the area.

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