KINNPORCHE

Chapter 0-Starts With Worst

Pak! Pak!
The sound of hitting caught my attention while smoking at the bar's back
alley I am working with. I put the large garbage bag into the bin as my eyes
found a group of 5 or six men pouncing on someone who was lying on the
ground helplessly. Their hard fists and feet hitting relentlessly.
I tighten my grip on my backpack as I turned away, sipping on my cigarette
exhaling the smoke as if I didn't see anything. I'm used to seeing this kind of scene, in this dark back alley, where only the staff and deliveries can walkthrough.
"You're a tough one shit!"
Comes the sound from one of the bastards. I didn't care as I focused on
locking the back door. My part-time job as a waiter just ended and im
planning to go straight home.
At times like this, customers and bystanders began to thin out. Some are
waiting for taxis, Some randomly picking out a girl to take home.
And some are just having a brawl just like the one behind me
I'm not a bad person, but I don't want to interfere in anyone's business. I don't
want to be dragged into someone else's mess.
You can curse at me all you want for not helping, but I won't give a damn.
For all I know, that man who is being stomped upon may have done
something bad, that's why he is being beaten.
"Let me go!"
I turned to look at the poor guy who was slumped into the dirt, stood up, and
tried to fight his way. I throw my cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on
it as I stretched lazily, preparing to leave quietly and go home. I am starting
to descend when someone holds onto my shirt.
"Help.."
Came the hoarse voice, my attention was caught up by the university logo at
the back of his uniform. As I turned to look at the face of the one who's
holding me, his nose and mouth were bleeding. I was stunned when I take a
good look at his broken face. Even though it was ruined with gushes and
blood, he looks so divinely gorgeous, his skin was delicate and smooth. From
the dim lights of the alley, he looks younger than I thought.
"Hey! Come here!"
One of the morons walked up towards us and pulled the boy's collar. I looked
at the guy who was asking for help and I can see his desperation. Something
tugged at my chest so I pulled him back.
"Take it easy, brother."
I said in a smooth voice. Looked at his mustache-covered face and I can tell
he is a lot older than me. Why are they bullying children? From the looks of
the boy I held by the arm, we are the same age, and judging his clothing
brands, he must be a rich kid. Then suddenly I thought of something brilliant.
I grabbed him away from the man's hold and get him behind me. I looked at
the group of bastards in front of me and see that all of them are looking
dangerously.
"If you don't want to get hurt, don't meddle with our business and
return that boy to me."
I hesitated a little before I answered.
"What if I don't?"
"I told you to let him go!"
He screamed.
I was silent for a moment, thinking this is none of my business, and my
brother was waiting for me at home. My subconscious mind began to hesitate
as the shattered face of the boy behind me flashed through my mind. I am
indeed selfish most of the time. I don't go helping damsels in distress, just to
prevent confrontations like this. I won't get anything by helping anyway.
"If you help me.. I'll pay you a large sum of money."
The boy whispered in my ear. Did he really think he can get his way through
money? How brazen he could be to lure me with money.
"How much?"
I asked him...
Yes...You were right, money can buy me especially at times like this when I
needed it the most
"Is Fifty thousand enough?"
With that, I put my backpack down, gripped my knuckles, and make a
cracking sound...
Stretched my strained neck and back muscles a little. That was enough for
my brother's tuition fee, of course, I'll help.
"Deal. If you back down on your word, I'll kill you."
I say before seeing one of the gangsters pick up a stick and tried to hit me in
the head, but my reflexes are better than the rest of them combined. I kicked
the man in the jaw and managed to move him out of the way. One down.
Another one charged forward but my feet were faster to connect a flying kick
at his gut. The others follow suit but no one succeeded in getting their hands
on the boy.
Being a Martial arts champion since high school, I knocked down a lot of
people. And I used all of my knowledge and skills to protect that one person
behind me.
Now, I became the target and they take turns in throwing punches at me,
some connected with my jaw, and I smiled at the tangy taste of blood on my
lips. That won't be enough to bring me down, mother fuckers!.
I managed to counterattack, punches after punches and kicks after kicks
rained. When finally, all of the gangsters were grunting fallen on the ground,
I snatched my backpack and grabbed the bloody boy who is sitting near the
trashbin holding his stomach...I dragged him by the hand and run towards my
motorcycle. I looked back and saw the gangsters chasing after us.
"Where are we going?"
He asked me still holding his abdomen.
"Don't know."
I answered taking his hands to hold into my waist as he was reluctantly
looking behind at the running morons towards us. I make sure he was holding
tight, I can't afford to let him fall before he can even pay for my services.
I started the engine and run quickly at full throttle. I looked back and saw a