The arena was a slaughterhouse.
Blood soaked the ground. Bodies lay scattered like broken dolls.
Perfect stage for the final dance.
Golgo versus Max Somsun.
The brutal leader of the Teenagers against his own furious lieutenant.
Golgo moved like a storm.
Dark. Heavy. Scary.
Every punch carried raw power.
Max's nose bled freely. His hand was probably cracked.
He was struggling.
Golgo didn't let up.
Hard, fast combos slammed into Max again and again.
Trying to end it.
But Max activated his Uncommon Blood Art.
120% boost.
Skin like steel.
He blocked the barrage, soaking hits that would've killed anyone else.
Then he struck back.
Trying to break Golgo's rhythm.
For the first time, Max looked… troubled.
Golgo's focused strength was real.
Suddenly, Sonic dragged himself up from the dirt.
Covered in blood.
Eyes burning with determination.
He glanced at Hawk.
Hawk stood still, fighting something deep inside himself.
"How much time do you need?"
Sonic's voice came out raspy.
"As much as you can give me."
Hawk's reply was quiet. Distant.
His eyes were somewhere else.
Max knew he was reaching his limit.
He pushed harder.
And then—
A memory slammed into him.
Five years ago.
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Twelve-year-old Max sitting beside sixteen-year-old Hankstroke.
Hank flipped through records, calm as ever.
"So you beat Vager Usman and took over your group. Nice."
Hank smiled.
"What are you calling it?"
"The Mosquito Group."
"Good choice."
Max leaned forward, face stone-cold.
"You and your HYBRID gang better stay out of my business."
His eyes burned.
"If you interfere… I'll kill you, Stroke."
Hank just chuckled.
"No interference. Got it."
Then the smile faded slightly.
"But why do you hate Strokes so much? You know you're one too, right?"
"I'm not a Stroke!"
Young Max shouted, voice full of rage and denial.
"Your call, Somsun."
They walked off together.
The flashback vanished.
Max's eyes snapped open.
Pure fury.
He exploded forward.
Unleashing everything on Golgo.
The tide turned again.
Sonic, Golgo, and even one-armed Murg
stood shoulder to shoulder.
Three against one.
Max at full power.
The sun bled across the ruined arena, casting long, ugly shadows.
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
Hawk felt it building.
That wild, untamed Animalistic Instinct.
He knew the truth.
Even with their power-ups, Golgo and Sonic couldn't stop Max.
Not anymore.
Only one way left.
He made his choice.
First raindrops hit the ground.
Heavy.
Cold.
The rain came down like a waterfall.
Mose and Thor watched from the terrace above.
"Looks like it's over for them," Mose muttered.
Thor nodded slowly.
"Yeah… Mosquito gang is finished."
Below, Max became a whirlwind.
Rain made the floor slippery as ice.
He moved like he owned it.
Red aura blazing against the dark sky.
Ultra Sonic and Golgo threw everything at him.
Max shrugged off their blows.
His skin was too tough.
His strength too crushing.
Golgo's dark aura flickered.
Fading.
Hawk stood perfectly still in the downpour.
Surrounded by deep, pulsing red light.
Everyone knew what it meant.
He was about to lose control.
Big time.
And the beast inside him—
was waking up
Max's thoughts dragged him back five years—to a freezing night on the streets.
He was twelve.
Two police cars screeched to a halt in front of him. Four officers jumped out and rushed him. Max didn't hesitate. He fought back hard—fast, vicious—and dropped all four.
Then someone else stepped in.
A single blow to the head.
Everything went black.
---
When he came to, he found himself sitting beside a massive man—Hankstroke.
One of the cops spoke, almost impressed. "That kid took down four of your men."
Hank's eyes settled on Max, studying him for a moment before a faint smile appeared.
"He's like the other one," he said.
---
Hank asked his name. His age.
Max answered, but nothing more.
No family. No background.
Hank didn't press.
Instead, he smiled.
"From now on, you're a Stroke."
---
He extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Max."
Max didn't take it.
"Why am I here?" he asked.
---
Hank chuckled.
"I'm building something. Gangs—inside Neo Berlin High."
He leaned forward slightly.
"You become a leader, you earn ten thousand Euros a month."
Max's eyes didn't change.
Hank continued, calm as ever.
"All you need to do is bring me fifteen kids. Ages nine to eleven."
---
Max frowned. "Why?"
Hank laughed this time.
"For work."
A pause.
"Mining. Stealing."
Another pause.
"Killing."
---
Silence stretched between them.
Cold. Heavy.
Then—
"...Fine. I'll do it."
---
Hank's grin widened.
"Good."
He stood up.
"But first—you earn it."
---
The next thing Max knew—
Darkness again.
---
When he woke up, he wasn't alone.
Three other kids were in the room.
Vager Usman.
Golgo Makenzhi.
Rahale Afsani.
---
The rain poured in the present.
Max stood in the middle of it—breathing hard, eyes cold.
Ultra Sonic and Golgo were already broken.
Murg tried to hold on.
Max crushed what remained of his hands and kept hitting him, over and over.
No hesitation.
No pause.
---
Behind them—
Hawk's red light burned brighter.
And brighter.
On the verge of exploding.
---
Max stood over all three of them.
Defeated.
Broken.
---
And Hawk—
was about to unleash chaos.
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