Scuttle Deal
Regan stood aloof, his appearance portray someone who wasn't ruffle by the man's barking, his men stared dagger at Regan.
“Boss, should we deal with him first?” one of his underlining asked, his palms his been itching to kick some ass,
the big man nodded, and immediately, they trotted towards Regan, wielding the iron bars in their arms directly at him.
Regan stepped backward, escaping the first attack, the three of them rounded him with malicious look
“you are a foolish boy, you would have run when our Boss scare you away” one of them commented, another ended “now, he's going to be beating to a pulp, and also lick boss feet begging for forgiveness”
They laughed at his commented, Regan stood in their midst, without moving a muscle, one of them lodge forward, directing a hit to Regan's face.
He dodged it by bending down, and kicked his legs off from the ground, he fell to the floor, with an excruciating moan and a flesh thud.
He didn't give the two remaining others a chance to attack, he sent a kick to the chest of the one standing behind him, and twisted the arm of the one adjacent.
The other fly away in canon ball shape, landing into a waste box, while the other whose arm was broken, let go of the iron bar, and wailed, Regan knocked him out with a punch.
And he dropped on the concrete ground, before the eyes of the big man, his men all dropped to the floor, suffering a massive defeat, his heart sank, he became extremely fluster.
Regan turned to him, frightening him the more, he swallowed a lump of saliva, he watched Regan intently and stepped back any time he moves towards him, overwhelmed with fear, he ran away.
After saving the boy, he turned around and started walking away, grateful for being safe, he stood on his feet, not minding the awful state, he ran up to Regan.
“Thank you, sir, I am deeply grateful” he thanked Regan profusely, not minding that he wasn't giving him much attention.
Regan glanced at him “you shouldn't be stealing people things” he pointed out, the boy stiffened, realizing that he was aware that the money was with him all along, why then did he save him? He thought.
His eyes teared up “I have to do it, I can't watch my mom die, I have to pay for her hospital bills” he lamented, feeling depressed.
“I know” Regan said, and left him standing there, the boy not wanting to be caught once again, scurried off.
The streets became deserted as the clock made a downward slope, Regan walked into a house, a loud music coming from inside.
Someone grabbed him immediately, “hey, we don't know you, who are you?” he heard the person who grabbed his shirt and stood close to his face asked.
“Regan” he responded, and the man narrowed his eyes at him, before letting him go.
“Go on”
Regan entered the dance hall and saw people dancing, male and female, he looked towards a corner, and saw some group of men, walking towards an inner doorway.
He walked towards the direction, a prying eyes saw him going after the men, followed, Regan have not gone far, when someone tapped his shoulder.
He turned around and smiled at the frowning face “follow me” the man said, and turned around, Regan didn't say anything, he continued going towards the earlier direction.
The man glanced behind to check if Regan is doing as he said “fuck!” he swore, with pacing footfalls, he reached out to grab him forcefully.
Regan caught hold of his hand with a mischievous smile, and the man's face distorted, Regan slammed his face to the wall, he swiftly opened a toilet door along, and pushed him in.
He locked the door, and turned around to see a lady looking at him, he smiled at her and waved, she smiled back at him, Regan started going towards the direction of the where the men went to earlier.
After some minutes walk, he arrived at a door widely open, peeping inside, he saw the men who went in earlier pointing guns at each other.
While on the table are three briefcases, one containing wads of cash, while the other containing hard drugs.
“Pull down your gun, or I am going to fucking pull the trigger, man?” he heard one of the threatened.
Regan leaned on the door, without making a sound, the door creaked, and they glanced at him “you can't shoot” he told the one who threatened earlier, he could hear their hearts palpitating, they all looked tensed.
“Wh…o y…ou?” one of them stuttered, fearing the other group had called in for reinforcement, Regan gave him a toothy grin before saying “If I were you, I would be answering that” he retorted.
They hesitated before the other group turned their gun muzzles towards his direction, “um… You will be outgunned, I don't have a gun on me” Regan reminded them.
They quickly re-directed their gun muzzles towards the other group, “why don't we continue the transaction peacefully, we take the drug, and you have the money?" one of them proposed.
In a blink of an eye, they couldn't see anything on top of the table, they stared hard, imagining the possibility, before their eyes turned to Regan.
“Um… I am done here” he told them while smiling, and began walking away, after shutting the door.
Bang!
Bang!
They rained bullets at the door, before they managed to kick it down, Regan was nowhere to be found along the passage.
They headed towards the club side, and saw him at the exit, in panic, with their guns raised high, it 'caused commotion, and people in the club started screaming, especially the female folks.
Furthermore, they came out of the club and met empty streets, “damn! He ran away” one of them complained.
“Did you pull off a thief to scuttle our deal?” the other group leader asked.