Chapter 83: The Real Max
The moment the group heard the sirens, panic washed over their faces like a wave. Steven lifted both of his hands, clutching the sides of his head.
"I knew it... I knew I was going to get screwed over the moment he asked me to fight high schoolers, of all things," Steven said, nearly collapsing to his knees. "Why... why did I have to let that damn money taint me!"
In frustration, Sandra shoved Abby, causing her to fall hard to the ground and scrape her knee across the rough surface.
"You b*tch! Look what kind of situation you’ve gotten us into, what’s wrong with you?!"
"I’m sorry!" Abby whimpered, covering her face. She was trembling. This wasn’t her lifestyle, she had never been in a real fight before. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d gotten into an argument. "I’m sorry... I just... when I saw Max going up against all those students, and all those weapons in their hands, I didn’t know what to do. I panicked..."
Turning red, Sandra raised her hand again, ready to strike her.
"Stop!" Max shouted. "It’s okay. She’s not involved in all of this. She’s just a bystander who did what anyone else might’ve done. She shouldn’t be hurt because of that."
Sandra paused, breathing hard, then looked over at Wolf for approval.
He gave her a single nod, his expression calm, trying to ease the tension. Max was their client, after all, and it was best to listen to him. Still, Wolf didn’t like the way things were starting to look, not one bit.
They were usually involved in fights with other gang members, other organized groups. Because of that, neither side ever wanted to get the police involved. And if they were doing a high-level job, they’d typically work with someone who could prevent a situation like this from happening in the first place.
This one might be tricky... it’s not looking good for us to walk away with absolutely nothing, Wolf thought, his expression unreadable. "I should look on the bright side, right? Maybe there’s a chance to meet a few S-ranks in prison?"