Through the narrow streets the brawl continued. Mike unleashed a powerful punch on his left jaw, as a tooth fell off.

In a daze, he fell down into a backyard, breaking through the wooden short fence, with kids’ stuff, all strewn all around, 5 colourful small chairs stood close to the makeshift pool, toys and clothes lay on the grass floor, but quickly Barry stood up and returned, with a kick to mikes groin, even though he felt drowsy as hell, yet his body responded fast but slower than when he was normal.

Both held the wounded parts in excruciating agony moaning and crying out in pain. Four men from the narrow road, with hooded sweater, moved closer, and raised mike up, moving him away. With the shorter guy with a blue hood, colourful sneakers and a tattoo of two dots circled in between, on his thumb. The insignia of the catabrino cartel.

Barry’s blood painted the grasses in red which was from the knife cuts on both sides of his hands, he did received earlier.

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