Chapter 21: Ch 21: Not here to play- Part 2
Seeing their leader taken out, the rest of the gang froze in confusion.
One of them lunged, but Fenrir sidestepped him, grabbed his wrist, and twisted until the man screamed and dropped to the floor, clutching his arm.
The leader finally reacted, drawing his weapon, but by then, it was too late.
Fenrir's movements were clean, calculated. He didn't need a weapon.
He used their weight against them, redirected their attacks into walls, crates, and each other.
It didn't take long—less than a minute—and the warehouse was silent again.
He adjusted his collar and walked toward the pile of boxes, inspecting the labels to ensure nothing had been broken during the scuffle.
Behind him, groans of pain echoed from the floor. The gang members weren't dead—he'd held back—but they wouldn't be moving anytime soon either.
As he began unpacking the lab equipment, Fenrir turned toward them one last time.
"I'll give you one day. Clear everything out. If I see any of you here again, I won't be as gentle."
He said, his tone even.