The hall was a cacophony of chaos as the remaining leaders of the gang charged at once, weapons gleaming and faces twisted with determination.
Despite being outnumbered, Zhao Shi moved with unparalleled precision and grace. Each swift movement was followed by a heavy blow that sent his opponents reeling in pain. His fluid dodges and calculated strikes made him look like a master effortlessly orchestrating his play, a dance of destruction that left his enemies crumpled on the ground.
Spark and Yuna, however, remained focused on the burly man still seated at the head of the table, the undisputed leader of the gang. Their gazes locked, and a silence settled between them amidst the surrounding battle.
"You must be the leader among the three," the burly leader finally spoke, his deep voice carrying across the hall despite the ongoing clash.
"I suppose I am," Spark replied casually.
"For only three of you to barge in here, you must be confident in yourselves," the leader said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. His demeanor was calm, almost mocking, as if he found their audacity amusing.
Spark simply shrugged in response, maintaining his nonchalant facade.
"I see,"
Without warning, the burly leader vanished from his seat, moving with a speed that belied his size. He appeared before Spark in an instant, his massive fist ready to strike.
His intention was clear: to take down what he saw as the commanding figure among the trio and end the confrontation swiftly. In his mind, eliminating Spark would shatter their morale and bring a quick victory.
"Hmm, hmm." Spark nodded, enjoying the sudden shift in attitude.
"That's the way you talk to a young master," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth beneath his mask.
"We don't have any direct enmity, I suppose. But you see," Spark gestured towards Yuna, who stood with a composed yet stern expression, "My companions here feel your very existence to be an eyesore."
The burly leader looked genuinely bewildered. He had never encountered this trio before today and couldn't fathom why they would single him out.
"An eyesore?" he repeated, the confusion evident in his voice. "This is pushing it too far, sire. There must be a misunderstanding."
Spark shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Misunderstanding or not, that's how things stand. Your operations here—extorting and terrorizing innocent people—are what caught her attention."
The burly leader's eyes narrowed slightly, weighing his options. He knew that continuing to resist would only lead to more pain and likely defeat. Yet, surrendering to these intruders, especially in front of his subordinates, was a bitter pill to swallow.
"I understand," he finally said, his tone still measured. "Perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement? I'm willing to negotiate terms for our withdrawal from these activities."
Spark tilted his head, considering the offer. "Terms, you say? And what makes you think she'd be interested in negotiating with you?"
There was a hint of mockery in his voice, as if the very idea amused him.