The scene erupted into chaos as Don Kulas’s men charged forward, meeting the oncoming wave of One Eye’s forces head-on. The villa transformed into a battlefield, with hand-to-hand combat breaking out in every corner. The clash of bodies and the shouts of combatants filled the air, creating a cacophony reminiscent of a chaotic war zone.
Amidst the turmoil, Lucas calmly returned to his seat, a picture of composure. One Eye stood behind him once more, having given his orders, both of them watching the unfolding chaos as if it were an enthralling spectacle.
Lion, having exited the vehicle, deftly dodged an attacker, delivering a powerful kick that sent the assailant crashing into one of his own comrades. He laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the mayhem, before another adversary charged at him.
Meanwhile, Tiger joined the fray, adding to the intensity of the battle. His movements were swift and precise, contributing to the growing pandemonium.
Several attackers attempted to approach Lucas, but Jose and Vlad, ever vigilant, stood by his side, intercepting anyone who dared come close. Their presence was a formidable barrier, ensuring Lucas remained untouched amidst the chaos.
Don Ramon and Don Kulas, recognizing the escalating danger, retreated slightly to avoid being caught in the melee. Their expressions were dark, reflecting their frustration and anger as they watched their once-peaceful villa become a battleground.
At that moment, the reinforcements from Don Ramon’s Costa Familia arrived, entering from the back of the villa. Earlier, sensing the heated exchange, Don Ramon had discreetly sent a message to his men, instructing them to come and provide support.
Seeing his men arrive, Don Ramon spoke with a sense of relief, “Just in time, my reinforcements are here.”
Don Kulas nodded in agreement, a hint of confidence returning to his demeanor. “Perfect timing for the backup,” he replied.
One of Don Ramon’s men approached and whispered in his ear, “The front of the villa is surrounded, but the back is clear. We can retreat if the situation gets out of control.”
Don Ramon nodded, acknowledging the information. Meanwhile, Don Kulas, feeling more assured, spoke with a newfound confidence, “There’s nothing to fear. We won’t be defeated.”
With the arrival of the Costa Familia, the battle intensified. The additional forces bolstered their ranks, adding to the chaos and ferocity of the ongoing conflict.
Lion moved with a wild energy, his laughter echoing as he engaged his opponents. He dodged a punch, countering with a swift uppercut that sent his attacker sprawling. With a quick spin, he delivered a powerful kick to another foe, his movements fluid and relentless.
Nearby, Tiger was a force of nature, his strikes precise and calculated. He weaved through the fray, his fists a blur as he took down adversaries with a series of rapid punches and kicks. His focus was unwavering, each movement executed with deadly efficiency.
Meanwhile, Jose and Vlad stood as steadfast guardians beside Lucas. Their eyes scanned the room, ever alert for any threat. When an attacker lunged towards Lucas, Jose intercepted with a swift block, following up with a decisive strike that incapacitated the assailant. Vlad, on the other hand, used his agility to outmaneuver another opponent, delivering a sharp elbow to the ribs that left the attacker gasping for breath.
Lucas remained seated, a calm presence amidst the turmoil, trusting in the protection of his loyal allies. The battle raged on around them, but with Jose and Vlad by his side, he was untouchable.
Lion and Tiger found themselves back-to-back, exchanging blows with the Sicilian Familia’s men. Their confidence was palpable, and they couldn’t resist taunting their opponents.
Lion, dodging a clumsy punch, chuckled and shouted over the noise, “Is this the best the Sicilian Familia has to offer? I’ve seen better moves from a toddler!”
Tiger, delivering a precise kick to an oncoming attacker, added with a smirk, “Maybe we should give them a lesson or two. Watch closely, boys-this is how you really fight!”
Their words, dripping with mockery, only served to enrage Don Kulas’s men further. Fueled by anger, they charged with renewed vigor, determined to prove themselves against the taunting duo.
Tiger, ever the tactician, continued to toy with his opponents. As he sidestepped an attack, he called out, “Keep your guard up! And maybe try aiming where I’m actually standing next time.”
Lion, catching the arm of an attacker and flipping him effortlessly, laughed, “Don’t worry, Tiger. They’ll get it eventually-if they survive long enough!”
Lion and Tiger continued their playful yet effective combat, turning the fight into an impromptu lesson for their attackers.
Lion, sidestepping a wild swing, grinned and tapped the attacker lightly on the back with his foot. “Almost had me there! But remember, balance is key. Try again!” he laughed, his voice carrying over the din of the fight.
Tiger, meanwhile, effortlessly evading a series of punches. With each miss, he gave a light tap on the attacker’s backside, chuckling as he did so. “Keep your eyes on your target, and maybe you’ll land a hit next time!” he teased, his tone both instructive and mocking.
Their antics only fueled the anger of Don Kulas’s men, who charged with even more determination, their pride stung by the playful reprimands. Yet, no matter how fiercely they attacked, Lion and Tiger remained untouchable, their skills honed to perfection.
Lion, catching another attacker off guard, gave a playful pat and said, “Good effort! But you might want to work on your footwork.”
Tiger, spinning away from a clumsy grab, added with a laugh, “And don’t forget to keep your guard up! You’re leaving yourself wide open.”
The battle continued, but the confidence and smile on Don Kulas’s face slowly faded as he surveyed the scene. More than half of his men, along with those of Don Ramon, were sprawled on the ground, defeated. The sight of one of his own being toyed with by one of Lucas’s men in black was particularly disheartening.
“What is happening? Are Lucas’s men really this skilled?” Don Kulas muttered, watching helplessly as his forces were overwhelmed.
Don Ramon sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. “I warned you, the men of this Lucas are exceptional,” he replied, glancing at one of his own being playfully swatted by Tiger.
As the last of their men fell, Lucas’s voice cut through the air, dripping with mockery. “Is this the famed Sicilian Familia? I must say, I expected more. This was hardly entertaining.”
Despite the dire situation, Don Kulas managed a smirk, his pride still intact. “I’ll admit, your men are skilled and quick,” he conceded, pausing for a moment. Then, with a swift motion, he drew a pistol from behind his back. “But are they faster than a bullet?” he challenged, firing rapidly in the direction where Lucas sat.
Bang!