It won’t be surprising if it ever starts raining.
Looking up, the group saw a dark clouds that had been covering the entire sky since this morning and at anytime soon seems to fall down so it won’t really be surprising if it ever started raining.
That day and time, a group of people entered and walked into the slum. There were about ten of them marching forward with no slight pause to mention meanwhile drawing the attention of every person in the surrounding. Obscuring their faces were the hooded cloak of black color that they had all wore and expensive looking shoes that makes sounds of Thud! Thud! Thud! Every time it made contact in the asphalt.
Curious, the people around begun to whisper with each other, with some can be even make out.
“—I’ve never seen them here before.” whisper by a man to his friend.
“—Even I though.”
“—What are they doing here?”
“—Who knows?”
“—Too conspicuous (smirk)”
“—You said so.”
“—That just lead to one thing,” the last guy added and smile in satisfaction.
“Hey! Hey! What’s the deal people?” someone get in the way of the group making them stop on their feet.
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“Told you.”
the group of hooded cloak stops with murok playing at them.
“Did you have any ideas that this is my turf?” claims murok. “This place is owned by yours truly.” Whether the case of it, it seems the group wasn’t aware and just walked in unknowingly.
“huuuuuuuuuh?!” their number did not scare him since his companion got his back.
“Well well! Is that so? But we don’t have any idea about that, so would you be so kind enough to forgive us?” someone stepped up among the group. He talked to murok. His face didn’t seem trying to please the other side, however.
Murok. “oh my bad! But ain’t gonna be simple as that—haha!” Murok laughed and so his accomplice behind him spitefully. Their laughing was overlapping.
“Is that so?” he placed a hand on his lips, feigning to comprehend the answer of the man.
“That is right, haha!”
Seems disappointed, the guy of the hooded cloak mumbled under his breath. “what a pity,” he said.
Whoosh!
“Human blood is sure red and beautiful.”
It wasn’t clear what had happen there are no sounds of scream or whatsoever. It’s just that with a single swift of hands Murok head went flying onto the pavement and separates from its body. As if it had gone tired of him. But that wasn’t likely, though.
“Still with that, you won’t be able to bark anymore,” said the guy under the black hoodie cloak, gazing down at the beheaded Murok falling onto his knee while blood like a fountain poured out at the gaping holes in the neck.
“—!” A moment later, the whole crowd began to scream. It hadn’t been more than a few seconds before a full-blown panic erupted.
Clatter! After clatter! and thud! After thud! Everyone hurtled in a bewildered manner, afraid for their life to be next targeted.
Amidst to this, he laughed amusingly.
DRIP.
DRIP.
DRIP.
DRIP.
Didn’t last long droplets of rain begun to pour one after another with the sky rumbling overhead, as though the gods in heaven were upset or mad at the pool of blood being washed straight to the drainage?
“—Bastard!”
“—Y’all gonna die!” Murok companions were furious each of their hands were already loaded off. Weapons. They were going to avenge him. For the record, there were also quite a number of them, enough to make out the number of the opposite sides.
“Ooho! guy’s it seems this night gonna be full of fun!” he was very whimsical. He put his arms out wide in a gesture of welcome and from behind his companion all spread a very wicked smile on their faces.
The name of the guy was Johan - leader of the feared assassin group Night stalker.