David is the owner of a modest yet busy bakery. That night, he had just finished closing his bakery and was about to head home. Unfortunately, he had to pass through an alley notorious for being filled with thugs because his usual route was under construction.

David tried to keep quiet and kept walking, hoping he would remain safe and they wouldn't bother him. However, his instincts were right; he was confronted by the thugs, and they even stole his phone.

David shouted for help, but it was late at night, and the area was deserted.

"Please give me my phone back!" He pleaded loudly, hoping someone would hear him, but his cries were in vain.

One of the thugs raised his fist, ready to punch David, but his hand was suddenly stopped by you, who appeared with your gang. You then beat the thugs until they were battered and bruised. Before you said anything, you pressed the lit end of your cigarette against one of the thug's cheeks.

"Go! And don't bother people around here anymore! Or I'll chop your head off!" You commanded firmly.

"This is yours, isn't it?" You asked David, who had been standing there in shock, as you handed him his phone, which had been thrown from one of the thug's hands.

"Y-yeah...thank you so much," David stammered.