His Madly Obsession

15- Now, it's going to be a thrilling game.

Here a 16 years old boy was looking at his front. Before him stood a group of six boys, each looking three to five years older than him.  Their faces radiated a playful arrogance, their smirks and fearless gazes seeming to dare the younger boy to make a move. It was as if they were thinking, "This little kid thinks he can take us on? Bring it on!"

The younger boy, undaunted by the group's intimidating stance, returned their gaze with a confident smirk of his own. His eyes sparkled with a fiery determination, as if he was eager to prove himself against the older boys.

"Hey, kid, do you think you can take us down?" (one guy sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.)

"Or maybe you just think you can handle a simple arm wrestle?" (The other guy snickered and guffawed, their mocking gazes fixed on the younger boy.)

But the boy remained silent, his expression unreadable. His eyes, however, told a different story. They gleamed with a fierce intensity, his gaze sharp as an eagle's talons. He seemed to be sizing up his opponents, his focus unwavering despite the ridicule.

"We're surprised, to say the least, that your boss sent a child like you to confront us. We've seen grown men, older and supposedly wiser, try to take us on. But they failed miserably, and we sent them all to the hell. Now, we're faced with a mere kid, barely out of puberty. It's almost...insulting.

"We typically prefer to battle those who are our equals, or at least older and more experienced. But it seems your boss doesn't value your life highly enough to send someone worthy. So, here we are, ready to take on a youngling like you."

The older boys' words are laced with disdain and a hint of cruelty, their tone implying that they relish the idea of taking down someone so much younger and less experienced. The group erupted into mocking laughter, their taunts and teases growing louder and more vicious.

"At least consider this: if my boss has entrusted me with this challenging and dangerous responsibility, alone and without backup, it's a testament to his unwavering trust in me. He knows my capabilities and is confident that I can handle this task. And as for you...let's just say I'm more than capable of taking you all down like the street dogs."

The boy's voice was unexpectedly deep and sharp, his words dripping with conviction. His smirk only added to the intensity of his gaze, making the opposing gang tremble slightly.

"He's getting on my nerves, let's start," (the leader of the gang sneered, as they charged towards the boy. But just as they thought they had the upper hand, the boy suddenly swung an iron rod from behind him, striking the leader with a resounding crash. The leader's eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground, landing with a thud on the asphalt.)

The boy's movement was swift and precise, his actions betraying a calm and collected demeanor that belied his young age. The gang was taken aback, their confidence momentarily shattered by the boy's unexpected display of strength and cunning.

The gang's momentum halted abruptly as they watched their leader crash to the ground. They froze in shock, their eyes wide with fear, as the boy seized the opportunity to strike. With swift and merciless precision, he wielded his iron rod, taking down the remaining gang members one by one. They didn't stand a chance, unable to land a single blow as the boy's weapon swung through the air, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake.

When the dust settled, only one gang member remained standing, his face etched with terror. The boy locked eyes with him, his gaze piercing and unforgiving. The boy's intense stare sent shivers down the guy's spine. Suddenly, the boy's expression twisted into a menacing snarl, and the gang member let out a blood-curdling scream.