Agartha Quest For The Legacy - Chapter 4 Identity And Fighting

After the food was served, Brad took a bite, and said, “Actually it’s nothing guys. I just need to confess something.”

“Don’t keep us in anymore suspense. Tell us fast.”, Zain said, taking a big bite out of his meal.

Chris, Aiden and Ryker said nothing, but looked at him. The meaning behind their looks was clear to Brad. He sighed and said casually, “I’m Brad Holman, the son of New York City’s Mayor. Stephan Holman is my dad.”

Each one of them, choked on their food and started coughing.

“Bro, you could’ve given us a heads up, you know.”, said Chris, whose shirt became wet as Zain directly spilled his drink on him. Everyone had different reactions. Aiden was thankful that no harm would come to Brad. Zain was so shocked that he could not form a single sentence. Chris acted nonchalant. Ryker was more interested in his food than anything else. Brad looked at all of his friends and when he did not notice any malicious intentions from them, he was rather glad. He laughed out, and focused on the plate of food in front of him.

They had their dinner while laughing and chatting among themselves. They paid the bill and left the restaurant. It was nearly 2 am in the morning. Fewer cars were racing in the streets. As a huge load have been lifted from their shoulders, they were making fun of each other. They went to take the subway. It was mostly empty. When they entered the subway, they felt that someone was watching them. They did not take the subway, but instead turned around only to find a few muscular man donned in black were blocking their way.

Chris sarcastically commented, “Good dogs do not block other people’s way.”

The muscular man who stood in front of Chris was angered. He lifted his hand to punch Chris and said, “Did you call me a dog?” He struck out immediately, and Chris dodged the attack. He was not a foolish person. He would probably faint if that punch landed on him. The muscular man was angered even more. He said, “How dare you all beat our Young Master?” He struck out more ferociously. By now, the other muscular men also started fighting with them. Chris and the others were defending as they tried to strike them.

Meanwhile, Chris tried to distract them. They were heavily outnumbered and they knew that they could not win by fighting them. So, the best idea was to distract them. Brad and Chris looked at each other. Understanding flashed through their eyes.

“Did your young master never teach you about not blocking other people’s path?” Chris asked as he dodged yet another attack from the muscular man standing in front of him. His friends sniggered at this. But the burly men got angrier. How could they tolerate someone badmouthing their Young Master? Their Boss told them that these few kids did not belong to any influential families and they could beat them up as they pleased. They needed to be taught a lesson.

The man, who was trying to punch Chris earlier suddenly turned towards Brad and intended to punch him. He cracked his knuckles, stepped forward and threw a punch at Brad while saying “You punk did not actually believe that you could get away after offending our Young Master! Did ya?” Brad caught it easily and with the same momentum pushed him back. But that man got up and then signaled his people to surround the boys. He seemed to be the team leader. Seven burly surrounding five scrawny teenagers. The outcome seemed fairly clear but none of the boys were afraid. Before they could discuss anything, they saw a rain of fists coming their way.

They ducked together. Zain looked at the guy smirking at him. He raised his hands and blocked the punch from reaching his handsome face. He successfully broke through the other party’s defense and poked a finger inside his left eye. The guy who was smirking groaned in pain. Seeing him closing his eyes in pain, he punched him in the other eye. The huge muscular man seemed to have lost his strength as he rubbed his palm over the eyelids, but the pain seemed to increase more and more. Seeing this, Zain smirked and went to help his friends who were already trying to fight back.

One down. Six more to go. The burly men punched and kicked, as their anger grew upon seeing the condition of their teammate. Chris ducked a kick aimed at his temple and kicked back at the groin of the guy in front of him. Immediately the burly man sprawled on the ground in pain.