The rain hadn't stopped since the fight with the Anacondas began.
The parking lot was now a battlefield of shattered helmets, broken rods, and roaring thunder.
Yash and Zenro stood side by side, soaked, bruised, breathing hard—but unbroken.
Yash wiped blood from his lip and looked. Around hey what the heck there are so many members came here today zenro told him that he doesn't have to worry because today they will win
Zenro eyes locked he saw a. Small height figure beating everyone coming in his way man zenro and yash decided to rush on that kid and first knocking him out
they passes the crowd and came face to face with that kid and they both got shocked that his height was small but he already beated taller height than him he throws a boy at zenro and tell him he is vice captain of Anacondas his name is shaban
He wore no jacket, no symbol—just a plain shirt, torn from the fight.
But his eyes burned like a furnace, glowing red under the thunder's flash.
"Who the hell is that?" Yash muttered.
Zenro's gaze sharpened. "So you're the one controlling this mess?"
He just stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
His voice was calm but heavy.
"You hurt my brothers. Now you both will pay."
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The rain intensified. The air grew heavy.
Yash and Zenro exchanged a look—and without hesitation—they both charged.
Their fists cut through the air, one from the left, one from the right, aiming straight for Shaban's head.
But—clang!
Their fists were suddenly deflected—not blocked, deflected—so fast their arms twisted.
Before either could react, Shaban jumped, spinning mid-air, and brought his ankles crashing down onto their backs.
Both Yash and Zenro hit the ground, rolling across the wet concrete.
Yash groaned, pushing himself up. "He's fast…"
Zenro spat rainwater, his eyes narrowing. "No… he's skilled."
Shaban landed softly, one hand adjusting his shirt looking down at them.
"Get up," he said coldly. "I'm not done."
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Yash clenched his fists, but before he could attack, Zenro was already standing.
"Stay back," Zenro said, his tone sharp. "He's mine."
Without waiting for a response, Zenro dashed forward. His foot splashed against the puddles, sending water flying.
Shaban pivoted, readying another kick—but Zenro was faster this time.
He grabbed Shaban's leg mid-swing, twisted, and slammed him to the ground with a thunderous crash.
Yash's eyes widened. "He actually caught him…"
Shaban grunted, rolling back to his feet. His smirk returned. "Not bad."
Zenro's aura flared. "You're not the only one who knows how to fight, shorty."
Shaban dashed forward this time—his movements blindingly fast. He threw a punch aimed at Zenro's ribs—
but Zenro caught his wrist mid-air.
In that split second, Zenro countered with a heavy right hook straight to Shaban's face.
The punch connected.
For a moment—it looked like Zenro had won.
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But then—
Zenro froze. His expression changed.
Yash blinked. "Wait… what—"
Shaban lifted his head. Blood trickled from his mouth, but his lips were curled in a grin.
Because Zenro's fist was stuck—inside Shaban's mouth.
He had caught Zenro's punch with his teeth.
Zenro's shouts pierced through the rain. "AARGHH—!"
He tried to pull back, but Shaban bit down harder, blood dripping from Zenro's knuckles.
Then—like lightning—Shaban unleashed a barrage.
One punch.
Then another.
Then another.
A non-stop storm of fists crashed into Zenro's face, chest, and gut.
It was pure ferocity—raw, relentless power.
"ZENRO!" Yash shouted, running forward.
But before he could reach, Shaban spun and delivered a devastating kick straight to Zenro's temple.
The sound echoed through the lot—THUD!
Zenro's body fell to the ground, motionless.
Yash's eyes widened in disbelief.
"No… Zenro…!"
He looked at Shaban, who stood there panting, blood running from his mouth, rain washing it away.
"You're next," Shaban said darkly.
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Yash's grip tightened. His veins pulsed. Every drop of blood in his body boiled.
"You shouldn't have done that," he whispered.
He sprinted—faster than before—his anger fueling him.
In one swift motion, Yash jumped, twisting his body mid-air, and kicked Shaban in the chest.
The impact echoed like an explosion.
Shaban stumbled back, but before he could recover, Yash followed up with a devastating punch straight to his face.
Shaban's body flew backward, crashing into a pile of broken bikes.
He was out cold.
Rain continued to fall, drenching everything, drowning the silence that followed.
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Yash breathed heavily, his fists trembling.
He turned to Zenro, kneeling beside him.
"Hey, Zenro! You okay, bro? Wake up!"
Zenro groaned, sitting up slowly, his face bruised and jaw stiff.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm good," he muttered, touching his mouth. "That bastard bit me like a dog."
Yash exhaled in relief. "You scared me for a second there."
Zenro smirked weakly. "Guess I'll add a scar to my collection."
They both looked at the unconscious Shaban lying in the wreckage.
Rain splashed across his still body. The fight was not over.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them.
The sound of footsteps echoed—slow, deliberate.
Both Yash and Zenro turned.
It was the real Anaconda leader, walking through the haze. His green jacket was torn, his eyes glowing with fury.
In his hand, he held a steel chain dripping with rain.
And in his other hand there were two people of bike gang
"So," he said in a deep, raspy tone. "You defeated my second-in-command…"
He cracked his neck and pointed the chain at them.
"Now face the real monster."
Yash wiped his nose, smirking despite his exhaustion.
"I was hoping you'd show up."
Zenro stood beside him again, blood still dripping from his bitten hand.
"Let's finish this once and for all."but suddenly someone grabbed zenro neck and slams him on ground yash was shocked but he see Shaban is still standing and he is the one who slammed zenro and as yash was going to stop Shaban suddenly anaconda leader rushed on him tackling him and throwing him down.
Thunder struck behind them as they both stand again.
two brothers standing against the storm, ready to fight not for gangs, but for pride.
To be continued