"Wait...., maybe we can work something out. We don't want any trouble either." The green-haired man spoke, his voice trembling slightly as he attempted to defuse the situation.
He could sense that the newcomer was a seasoned fighter, possibly associated with another gang.
As for using their gang's name again? He doubted that would work.
Despite being associated with the Tiger Gang, they were just students, and was considered expendable members.
"Alright, give me my share," The newcomer stated firmly as he approached them, showing no signs of fear or hesitation. He seemed unaffected by the possibility of them attacking him; it didn't matter to him.
"How much do you want?" the innocent looking young man asked. He wasn't a fighter, more of the brains of the group.
Trying to act tough would only get him beaten up. For now, he chose to play the submissive role, but he silently vowed to remember the newcomer's face and seek revenge later.
"How much did you steal?" he asked.
The innocent looking young man hesitated, unsure of the other party's intentions.
"1000 credits," he finally answered, intentionally understating the amount.
In reality, he had stolen 3000 credits , but he wasn't about to reveal that information so easily.
"Then give me 5000 credits," The newcomer demanded firmly, opening his palm to show them the amount he expected to receive. His tone allowed no negotiation.
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"Are you kidding us! I only stole 1000 credits," he protested, clearly taken aback by the other party demand. 5000 credits was a significant amount, equivalent to a month's rent for an average apartment.
However, before he could say anything more, the newcomer swiftly swung his fist and delivered a powerful punch to the green-haired man standing before him.
BAM
He barely had time to blink before the punch landed on his face; it was so swift and unexpected.
The force of the blow was so intense that it instantly knocked the green-haired man unconscious.
"10,000 credits," The new guy repeated, his voice now cold and threatening. He made it clear that there would be consequences if his demand wasn't met.
The young man was stunned, completely taken aback by the aggressive show of power.
The person standing before him seemed like a complete psycho, leaving him no room to even speak or defend himself. It felt as though he were trying to reason with a stone, devoid of any capacity for understanding his words.
"Where is my money?" The newcomer started flexing his bloodied knuckles, a clear sign that he was getting tired of waiting.
"I'll give you the money... just don't hurt me," the young man conceded defeat.
Recognizing his own vulnerability, he realized that trying to fight against someone like this would be futile and potentially dangerous.
Reluctantly, he retrieved the bag containing the 3000 credits that they had stolen and added their own money to complete the sum of 10,000 credits.
The newcomer observed silently as they handed over the money. His expression remained impassive, showing no hint of satisfaction or remorse.
He took the bag, verifying the contents briefly before tucking it away.
"Next time I catch you guys stealing in this part of town, I will collect my share again," he warned sternly.
"Yes," the innocent-looking guy replied with a defeated tone. That was 10,000 credits. It took him a lot of effort to accumulate that amount.
Without wasting any more of his time, the new guy turned and walked away.
"Just you wait, fucker!" The innocent looking man gritted his teeth in anger, silently vowing to seek revenge in the future.
While he lacked physical strength, he prided himself on his cunning nature, understanding that intelligence often triumphed over sheer fighting ability in the long run.