Chapter 107: Beatdown.
The three thugs looked at each other, and one by one, smiles began to form on their faces.
"Funny you ask." One of them spoke, his hands moving around as he pointed randomly. "We saw a sketchy fellow in the neighborhood and thought we should see what he’s here for."
"Uh-uh," Dante nodded. "I think there was a rule for things like this. What’s it called again?" He looked up, making a show of thinking. "Oh, right, they called mind your fucking business. Have you heard about it?"
There was clearly some type of lag, seeing as the thugs’ reaction to his words was a bit delayed. Dante used that time to study their appearance, checking for any signs that hinted at them being members of the local gang. Their clothes showed nothing, and they had no visible tattoos.
The one at the center wore one of those shades that glowed a neon purple, which pained his face with the color. The guy on his left had a yellow jacket, while the last one covered half of his face with a black mask and wore a large beanie on his head.
[Threat Evaluation: Level 0 Basics] Volcan said. [No implants. The one in the center has a gun. The one on the right has a knife. The one on the left is unarmed.]
’So just your average broke street rats.’ Dante thought. ’No one is gonna miss them.’
He wasn’t going to kill them, of course. That would defeat the purpose. As the looks on their faces slowly warped, Dante pulled his hands out of his pockets and stood in a seemingly relaxed manner
"Let’s teach this punk some manners!"