章節 172: King of the pit

The man just continued to stare at Afton, not sure what to do... Backing out now would cause him to lose face in front of the other Kings, in a gang this was tantamount to a being demoted or even thrown out depending on how it's received.

"Hang on, I heard about that. Ripped two boys apart with that bike of his and scared the folk there." the one who spoke steps forward and whispers in the Kings ear, "Boss, if you try to fight this guy then I'm duckin' out."

Afton watches as the man before him straightens up and forcefully relaxes his posture, "I suppose the King could see you, you got good rep around these parts..."

"What's your name?" Afton asks, wanting to know the man who buckled to him, perhaps he'd be able to get more out of him later on.

"Peeps call me Chance."

"I'm Afton." he nods before walking towards the door of the Kings building. The building around him still tense up, but they realise that he wasn't going to be stopped by idle threats.

Inside the building there were many Kings just sitting around chatting, eating, and reading frayed-looking magazines with what looked like Elvis Presley on the covers. They all turn to glare at him as he enters, it wouldn't be a warm welcome without the whole place scowling at him after all.

Chance points to a door that a single King was leaning against. "That's Pacer, a tough bastard who takes no shit from anyone but the King... Try not to get into a fight with him."

Afton shrugs, "Alright, thanks." he says, leaving chance and approaching Pacer who's eyes were quickly examining him, lingering on his weapons a few times. "Yo, I need to speak with the King."

"The King? Who do you think you are, asshole? You don't see the King, the King see's you. If you don't understand that then you should get out." he states confrontationally.

Afton just sighs to himself, "Look, I need to speak with the King so would you 'kindly' get outta the way." he says, losing his temper slightly as seeing so many Elvis look-alikes try to take advantage of him was getting on his nerves.

Pacer pushes himself off of the wall and stands off with Afton, his height slightly shorter than the eighteen-year-olds. "You better hold your tongue boy, the Kings rule this place, and you're about to get into a fight with one."

"Yeah? I wonder if all that grease in your hair is flammable, be a shame if something were to happen to it." he wonders aloud, causing Pacer's eyes to widen slightly. Clearly, he'd thought that exact thing a few times before.

"Is that a threat, boy?"

"Not a threat, a promise." Afton replies with a scowl.

The room goes silent as all the Kings watch the confrontation, and, after a moment. Pacer breaks the tension... By trying to punch Afton in the face.

[John Wick Style is in effect]

Most of the other Kings knew that Pacer was a tough bastard, and any who'd been hit by him before knew that the kid would most likely go down like a heap of potato's... But they were surprised to see the kid easily dodge the hit and throw his own fist back, hitting Pacer on the cheek and causing him to stumble backwards into the wall.

And as if someone had signalled for everyone to fight the entire place started to stand to get a piece of Afton.

Afton was regretful that he couldn't see the King without fighting these jokers, he wasn't all the prideful, but if he was challenged he wouldn't back down... That's what lead to this. After he'd punched Pacer the rest of the Kings jumped in with fists flying. Fortunately Afton had upgraded his Agility before coming here, not to mention the sun streaming through the window, activating his [Solar Powered] Perk and giving him 10 Strength.

His unarmed skills weren't all that good, but his speed and dodging ability trumped the Kings ability to hit him. Any hits he took were glancing blows at best.

Chance watched with wrapt attention as Afton weaved through the group of Kings as they all tried to assault him. Dodging their punches, kicks, and any attempts to grapple him. Even if a King did manage to grab him, Afton either forcefully made them release him, or picks them up and thrown them at the others with what could only be super-human strength.

Slowly the number of Kings was whittling down, most dropping unconscious from hits their own comrades had thrown. Afton was so slippery that some had even decided to back away and avoid the fight altogether.

One person had managed to grab ahold of Afton's Anti-Material rifle, but Afton spun around at stupid speed and headbutted that guy into oblivion... Whether or not he was dead would be anyone's guess, hopefully not as he still needed to be somewhat civil with these people... He thinks to himself as he breaks the nose of Pacer who'd come back for more.

Pacer was clearly getting agitated by him, he'd received many blows but returned none. After getting his nose broken he seemed to have had enough and reached towards his revolver... Chase was about to jump in and stop him from turning this relatively tame brawl into a shootout. But something else intervened first.

The door Pacer had been guarding flies open, revealing a very angry looking King and an equally pissed looking cyber-dog next to him.

"What in the blazes is goin' on out here!?" he shouts, causing everyone to stop fighting.

The King wore a different outfit to the other Elvis look-alikes, wearing a beige suit coat and black dress trousers. The dog next to him was almost entirely made of metal, a few parts were still flesh and blood, including its face, but the top of its head held a glass sphere containing its brain which was floating some sort of bio-fluid.

Afton just glances around at the injured Kings and rapidly thinks about what he should say... This guy has info that he desperately need, but he'd just walked in on Afton beating all his men. Shit, that's right! He coughs into his hand and tries to do his best Elvis impersonation, "When things go wrong, don't go with them!" he says, pointing to the unconscious Kings.