C186 Waste and disability
The three Hooligan s did not look very old. They were probably just new to university, or just high school graduates.
One of them, carrying a baton, pulled it from his belt and shot it at me.
I effortlessly dodged and used a flying kick to land on his face.
He backed up a few steps and was supported by the men behind him. This time, I stepped on their tails
