The two men bent down at the same time to avoid the bullets that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Son of a bitch" the young man who owned the bar cursed.
"Je ne veux pas encore mourir (I don't want to die yet)"
"Don't you know how to speak English?" he asked irritably, because the other one had been always speaking another language.
"I can," the latter answer.
No one changes position between the two while feeling the surroundings. Soon footsteps were heard outside. The young man who is the owner of the bar pulled out his gun from the holster sticking on his right leg.
"Do you know how to use this?" he asked him while being shown his gun.
"Of course" the other replied.
He was about to throw the gun at him when the other signaled him.
"Don't need," he said before pulling the drawer next to his, which was filled with different types of knives. "I prefer this, "he said with a nice smile on his lips.
He picked up a set of small ones and had medium-sized knives with six pieces. The owner would have protested when the door suddenly opened from his back because of having quick reflexes, he looked at it. immediately so that he could shoot whoever entered there but at the same time as he turned around, the man fell from the door pierced with a knife in his left chest which resulted in him falling. He turned to the young man but the other just shrugged and then pointed the door into the inside of the bar. They slowly went inside while bowing.
"James, get out of there. Like I told you, we're not done yet!" the man standing at the entrance of the door bar shouted, the man has six companions with him.
"We seem to be at a loss here. There are too many of you, but only two of us." The young man also shouted in response to this which made his companion turn to him.
"Why did I get involved?" whispered the young man to the one beside him.
"You're just here too and they've seen you. Do you think they'll let you leave here alive?" he replied to him whispering as well.
"Whatever. It's your life. Do what you want." the man said to him then crawled away in the other direction.
But now he has not gone far yet, something blocked his path.
"And where are you going?"
The young man looked up at the man who blocked him, and then he slowly stood up. The man grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt before throwing him out of the counter. The young man fell on one of the tables and chairs there.
"Son of.."
He has not yet recovered when he saw the man approaching him again. When the man is about to pick him up again, he suddenly falls unconscious and is followed by the bottle that broke from his head.
"So do you believe me now?" a man named James said, before extending his right hand to help the other to stand up.
When the young man stood up they saw the men smiling at them from their place while their guns pointed at them. The two young men, on the other hand, did not even show any fear or apprehension on their faces.
"What are you waiting for? Just shoot them." the man commands his men.
But to their surprise, it happened so fast that in an instant two of the men had a wound in each of their legs and the other two had small knives in their hands where they're holding the guns.
"go ahead and give it a try," the two young men said at the same time to the other man in front of them while James's gun was pointed at him and the young man was playing with a small knife.
The man seemed frightened and immediately dropped his gun. And their leader was about to go out of the door when a knife touched his hand that was already holding the doorknob.
"Come back here." said the man who threw a knife on him.
Slowly the man faced them and walked closer to them, the young man suddenly held the latter on his left shoulder before speaking.
"Will you stop now?" the young man asked when he approached the other.
"You even involved me here." the young man said shaking his head, before giving the man a strong blow to his stomach that caused him to bend down hard.
"Naturally, you will get involved, idiot. Isn't James your friend?" the man said with a smile.
"You piece of shit" the man responded before kicking him hard to knock him down
"I only found out his name from you," he added while pointing at James.
James who was just watching the conversation between the two, suddenly responded to the conversation between the two when he suddenly remembered something.
"That's right. But before I forget. What are you doing inside my kitchen?"
"I'm here because I just delivered the condiments that one of my colleagues accidentally brought when you were together at the counter, but it's just that he didn't notice that he was carrying it, so I'm here," he replied. "I just don't expect not only you but I will also meet them here," he added.
The young man just nodded before turning back to the man over with too much blood from his hand because of the knife that pierced him.
"What's your problem and you still need to get to this point."
After a while, he asked as his whole sight circulated across the bar. The glass windows had been shattered by a gunshot earlier.
"He stole my girlfriend." replied the man who was still writhing in pain.
"I didn't steal your girlfriend, idiot! When she came to me she said that both of you are not in a relationship anymore" James replied.
"You son of a bitch. Did you get me involved in your love problems?" the young man said furiously.
"I'm sorry. It's okay for you to go home and thank you for helping me take care of them, I can manage them."
The young man just walked away to the door while shaking his head, when James suddenly called to him.
"What's your name?" he asked him.
"Clyde, Clyde Louie," he said with a smile that lingered on his lips.