As Julyan entered, the club was spotless; no one’s around, and he walked straight into the depths of the establishment, with the man nervously trailing behind him, unsure of what was about to unfold. Julyan entered a private room where he found three men gathered. He clapped his hands as he walked in. “Well, isn’t this convenient? Who would’ve thought I wouldn’t have to track you down one by one? You’ve all gathered here to make my job easier,” he said casually, bringing his hands together after clapping.
The man following Julyan grew anxious upon recognizing the three individuals and realizing what Julyan was doing. He was chilled to the bone. ‘Is he seeking death? He’s provoking all three of them at once,’ he thought, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. “Mr. Hawk, I think we should leave this place immediately,” he whispered.
“What’s the rush? We’re just here to collect a debt. No need to be nervous,” Julyan replied calmly.
“But Mr. Hawk-”
“Who are you?” asked a man with a lone beard, his voice cold. “Don’t you know the club’s opening hours?”
Julyan exhaled as if relaxing, “David Hawk, assistant to Mr. Long of Dragon’s Gate Trading. I’m here to collect the debt you small-time gangsters owe.”
The three men laughed at Julyan’s words, as if they’d heard a hilarious joke. “Well, well,” said another, a stout man with deep-set eyes. “Collect a debt? Did I hear that right?” he mocked while cleaning his ear.
Another man shook his head, “Just a Dragon’s Gate Trading without any big backup trying to collect from us,” he scanned Julyan before standing up. “A mere assistant daring to come here to collect from us? What if we don’t pay? What can you do?”
Julyan nodded, “You have two options: pay up normally, or pay after a few broken bones.”
The three gangsters continued to laugh, treating Julyan like a fool pretending to be something he’s not. “You think you can scare us with that tough talk?” one of them sneered.
“Yeah, you’re just a little fish in a big pond,” another chimed in, grinning widely.
Julyan remained unfazed, “You might find it funny now, but I assure you, the humor will wear off quickly.”
The third gangster, growing irritated, leaned forward, “You think you’re some kind of mafia boss, huh? You’re just a joke.”
Julyan shrugged, “A joke that might just leave a lasting impression.”
Their laughter began to wane, replaced by annoyance. “You really think you can walk in here and make demands?” the bearded man growled.
“Why not? It’s a simple transaction. You owe, you pay,” Julyan replied, his calm demeanor unwavering.
The gangsters’ amusement turned to anger, their patience wearing thin with Julyan’s unyielding attitude.
Their patience was wearing thin, and their irritation was palpable. The man with deep-set eyes, who was the owner of the club, finally lost his composure. He clapped his hands, and suddenly, dozens of gangsters emerged from the shadows, surrounding Julyan and his companion. “I’m not amused, and I’m certainly not in the mood for games,” the owner warned, his voice dripping with menace.
The man who had accompanied Julyan began to tremble, fear evident in his eyes. “Mr. Hawk, we should really get out of here,” he whispered, his voice shaking.
Julyan, however, remained calm and unbothered. “There’s nothing to fear from a bunch of little flies,” he said dismissively, before instructing the man to stand aside. “Just stay out of the way.”
Turning back to the gangsters, Julyan continued, “I’ve had a change of heart. If you don’t pay the normal way, you’ll pay double-with your bones and teeth included.”
The gangsters exchanged glances, their irritation growing. “You think you can just waltz in here and make demands?” the bearded man growled, his patience wearing thin.
“You’re outnumbered and out of your league,” the stout man added, his voice laced with contempt.
Julyan shrugged, unfazed by the show of force. “Numbers don’t matter when you’re dealing with pests. It’s about the principle.”
The owner of the club stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “You’re either very brave or very foolish, Mr. Hawk. Either way, you’re in over your head.”
Julyan met his gaze steadily. “Bravery and foolishness often look the same to those who lack vision. I’m here to settle a debt, and I intend to leave with it settled.”
The tension in the room was thick, the gangsters’ irritation turning to anger as they realized Julyan wasn’t backing down. “You really think you can walk out of here unscathed?” the owner challenged.
“I think you’ll find that underestimating me is a mistake,” Julyan replied, his voice calm and steady, as if he were discussing the weather rather than facing down a room full of gangsters.
The owner smirked, speaking in a boastful tone, “We’ll see if you have the capability.”
Julyan responded with a calm wave of his finger, “You’re mistaken. The real question is whether you have the capability.”
The man who had followed Julyan felt a chill run down his spine. ‘It’s over. If we manage to get out of here, he’ll be a wreck, or worse, we might end up buried here,’ he thought, reaching into his pocket as if searching for something. He froze, breaking into a cold sweat. ‘Ah! I left my phone on my desk! We’re really done for,’ his mind raced in panic, realizing they had no way to call for help.
The leader’s irritation turned to anger at Julyan’s unflinching demeanor. “I don’t know where you get your courage from, but since you’re testing my patience, don’t blame me for being harsh!” he barked, his voice echoing in the room. With a swift gesture, he signaled his men to attack.
Julyan stood his ground, exuding an air of calm confidence, one hand casually tucked in his pocket. He watched as the gangsters charged towards him, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Let’s see if you can keep up with the rhythm,” he mocked softly, as if inviting them to a dance rather than a confrontation.
Julyan’s casual smile twisted into something more menacing, a grin that promised trouble. As the first gangster approached, Julyan raised his hand and delivered a swift punch to the man’s jaw. The gangster’s face crumpled comically, and his nose erupted with snot before he collapsed to the floor.