Bar Fight Scene

At midnight, Kevin suddenly came in from the main lobby and called Max and George. After looking at each other, the two stood up and went to the main lobby, buttoning up their fronts and adjusting their cufflinks, already knowing what was going on. "Oh, I wish I was wearing the jacket. The shirt will get dirty." George ignored his reckless comment, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and opened the door. The music playing in the lobby was very muffled and played at low volume, with an aggressive tone. The lights illuminated the atmosphere as if there was a large group partying inside, as always. Charles was standing at the door watching what was happening with his men. It was obvious that the dozens of people who entered were using all kinds of repair tools and sports equipment for purposes other than their original purpose, as they were worn out and covered and decorated in different ways. Many items at the entrance to the lobby were on the ground, and they had completely closed the entrance door and blocked it with an iron bar so that it could not be opened from the outside. One of them came and sat at one of the seats at the table near the entrance of the door.

"Bartender, didn't we tell you to bring us drinks? Besides, where would those guards show up?" The men standing at attention around the person sitting on the couch turned to them when they saw two guards with orange hair and black hair coming from the back of the bar and matching the description they were looking for. One would have to be a fool not to understand that the people speaking with their broken accents were from Novkargod, the cold eastern country. Most had clumsily shaved heads or were bald. To see what was happening, Charles left the three men with him in front of the princess's VIP room and accompanied the two guards who entered with their hands in their pockets. It was obvious that they had easily overwhelmed Charles and prince Connor's chief guard, who left only minimal guards outside. Wondering how Charles could see in the dim light through the sunglasses he wore at night, Max saw that the man, realizing that he could not hear any sound from the radio he was wearing, involuntarily snorted, took off his sunglasses and put them in his inner pocket. He saw the soulless expression of the man who had threatened him this morning slowly return to his face.

"What do you want?" Max stepped forward. The monotony in his voice must have annoyed the other group because the man in the front shouted. "You have an unpaid bill, here to collect that!" But when the guy sitting silenced the man who had crossed the line, he went back to his seat like a kicked puppy.

"Which one of you beat my brother yesterday? Come forward, otherwise we will beat all three of you to death. Actually, now I can see which of you beat him, but it doesn't matter, we will beat all of you anyway." The men around him laughed. George sighed.

"I guess you didn't see that the bar was closed. We'll give you two minutes to leave. Otherwise, we'll call the police-" Charles interrupted George and said they wouldn't call the police, whispering loud enough for the two to hear.

"You can't call the police or cause a scandal while the Princess and her friends are behind drinking alcohol. It's better if only the princess is here, and the Archduke's son, Prince Connor, is also here. Solve this quietly." Getting angry and showing his impatience, the thug asked what they were whispering among themselves like women. Max stepped forward again to deal with what was happening before things escalated.

"I beat them. They attacked first. I fought back completely to defend myself." The man laughed.

"Normally, I wouldn't mind if you beat one of my men, but if you beat my brother, it would cause rumors around. Hyenas would flock to the field, thinking that the snake's head had been crushed, you know?" The man opened the beer bottle on the table by pressing it against the edge of the table and held it up to his head. "This is beautiful." He said and took another sip. He waved the beer in his hand and called out to Max.

"You've got the wrong person, son. We're going to tear this bar down and make a mess of it. No one can take you away from us. He who steps on the snake's tail will endure its poison. Right, kids?" The men around him shouted 'Ura!' yell. Realizing that the conversation would not go any further, Max stepped forward and fastened his left cufflink, then looked at the men surrounding him. He thought George and Charles would stay behind, but apparently he should have known that they wouldn't be let go easily either. Kevin had already moved to the back freezer and closed and locked the door. The trio looked at each other and focused on the men rushing towards them.

Unable to focus on what was about to happen to the others, Max leaned down to fight back at the first three men running towards him, and standing on his left hand, he hit all of their shins with relentless force with his foot. When the men, shaken by the blow, bumped into each other, he threw himself into the air with his hand on the ground, then hit their heads with a spinning kick and threw it onto the two men next to him. When the barbed bats in their hands hit the men's faces, five people fell to the ground at once.

"Oh, so you know how to fight, son! I sent my son to the east last year to take kung fu lessons too, ya know?" He laughed to himself, making different fighting moves with his hands.

"But you know you can't do anything against so many men, right?" While Max was avoiding a man who was swinging a baseball bat towards his head, he knocked out the man with a straight punch to the completely unprotected face of another man who swung the crowbar towards him in front of him. He lifted himself off the ground with the strength he got from both hands, towards the man with the baseball bat behind him. When he jumped on it, he threw it upside down in the air with his foot and crashed to the ground. The men around suddenly became uneasy due to the rapidity of his movements, and since Max, whom they thought was an easy prey, had knocked down almost ten people but did not take even one damage, they all stopped acting cautiously and looked at each other and attacked. When Max jumped into the air, he stepped on the head of the first man that came towards him, grabbed the low lamp hanging from the ceiling, grabbed it and dismantled it, then landed on the bar counter.

As he was about to throw the liquor he had at the men from behind the counter, he put it back down, knowing that one of them would cost more than his entire salary. But he sighed when a man threw the knife in his hand, shattering the liquor he had just replaced. At least the drink didn't harm him and his salary wouldn't be deducted. While the men were running towards him, he thought how pointless this was because he already had enough money in his bank account to drink all the drinks on this counter for the rest of his life.

"So you call yourselves a mafia, gentlemen? Or a gangster? Whatever the hell that is. Do you have enough self-confidence to attack an unarmed man with those terrible tools in your hand?" Max dodged a baton that tried to stab him lengthwise. He threw the vodka in a shot glass on the counter at one of the men. While the man closed his eyes and avoided it, he fell to the ground with an uppercut landing on his jaw. There seemed to be no end to the men he fought. He looked around because he didn't know what Charles and George were doing. But one of the men trying to climb the counter tried to kick him and missed, breaking the liquor cabinet behind him. With his vision restricted, he turned his attention back to the front. When he positioned himself to protect himself from the glass shards by not covering his front with both arms, the drinks that fell on him shattered on him and soaked his clothes and hair. He only had time to think enough to breathe because someone was constantly trying to attack him from the front or the sides of the counter. He continued to swing his punches and kicks without knowing how long it took. He resisted by standing up again every time he was about to collapse from the kicks, bats, cutters, weapons, and punches that landed on his back, arm, face, waist, chest and abdomen. He realized that he was out of breath when the blood flowing from his eyebrow that burst a couple minutes ago in front of his left eye. However, the number of men around him who could continue the fight had decreased, and the number of men lying unconscious on the ground had increased significantly.