Dandelions

41. Struggle

The Typhoon's mind went awry after getting the threat message. Moreover, knowing his sister who was kidnapped, made the worry even greater in his heart.

He won't let anyone hurt Ken so much that he doesn't care what Ken's been doing to him all this time. As a brother, it was natural that he was worried about his sister why napa.

6 years of living in injustice does not make him foster hatred, whether it is on destiny or his brother. He always believes in family ties that are able to shed all ego. For him, there was no need for a compelling reason to protect his own family.

Enough of his self to acknowledge the bond of blood, the rest he gave up the ruling universe.

A while had passed until the Typhoon finally arrived at an old factory that was quite far from the settlement of residents. A place that looks quite seedy and messy, a sign rarely visited by people. But of course it becomes a very strategic place for mafia like them.

The typhoon checked his phone, making sure his location was in line with the coordinates he received. He looked around, looking for clues that might lead him to Ken.

His eyes are on a car the criminals may have used to kidnap Ken.

His feet stepped quickly, but his hopes were dashed so quickly, greeted with disappointment as he found no one inside.

His eyes looked around, looking for the figure he expected to present. Damn it was a very wide place, the minimal lighting made it difficult to trace the place.

He clucked irritably, venting his emotions that could not be controlled anymore. Typhoon swore, anyone who dared to hurt his sister just scratch, he made sure the person would not be lucky.

He moved back, letting his instincts lead his way. Until he was in one hallway, a group of men blocked his path, welcoming him with sharp gazes. Not surprised by his presence, as if he was waiting for his arrival.

They wear thugs-style clothes with the hair in the polish and some body parts that are in the tattoo. There are even some scars on their faces that the Typhoon believes are due to the fights they fought.

"What do high school kids do in a place like this?" Ask one of them. While spitting smoke from the cigarette in his suction.

"She's similar to the kid that was brought in earlier, right?" Reply to another and nod in agreement.

The typhoon was still silent in place, there was no look of fear read on his face that there was only a flash of anger. From what they did already explain if Ken was indeed there. His hands clenched even more firmly while staring intently withstanding the increasingly overflowing emotions like a volcano about to erupt.

"Where's Ken?" Ask her in a sharp tone.

"Look at this little boy, got guts too."

"I told you where my sister is!?" The storm was full of emotion. His blue eyes looked up at everyone before him.

Everyone was silent, just looking at each other and immediately followed by laughter that echoed throughout the hall.

"Casual deck, you'll soon meet your brother. If he's not dead, I don't know. Because our boss's the one who's impatient."

"Don't play. We were just told to beat him to death and drag him in front of the boss. Quickly finish him." Said the tall man standing at the very back.

"I don't understand why the boss gathered us up just to fight a boy like this." Ask the man who is now standing before the Typhoon, looking down on a body that is only as tall as his chin.

Typhoon silent. His body moved to form a horse and instantly launched his attack.

The next second the man was already lying on the floor with his mouth bleeding from the hard blow that landed on his jaw.

The typhoon launched an attack first. Laying fists and kicks blindly but on target. Wooden beams, bricks, whatever was around him he used to attack.

Sadistic and horrible.

But it was nothing more than the instinct of an older brother who wanted to protect his younger brother at the expense of everything he had. In his brain just think of how he can take down an opponent as quickly as possible and immediately to where Ken is.

One by one they were uprooted by Typhoon's brutal attacks. But on the other hand not a few also the injuries that the Typhoon received due to a series of attacks. However, a High School boy against a group of adult men was not at all a draw.

But Taufan is capable. He must be able to defeat everyone who stands in his way to save his sister. No matter how painful the thorny path he had to go through, and how many obstacles were blocking him ahead there.

"Akhs! Damn you kid. This time you'll be completely exhausted."

Typhoon's sharp gaze was able to catch the sparkle from the dagger grasped by the man he had just dropped. The sharp object floated quickly, scratching a wound on the pale skin of the Typhoon.

The red liquid seeped through his white uniform. His arm was injured, fresh blood flowed freely until it fell to the ceramics.

The sizzling typhoon endured the pain, his hands clutching tightly at his arm which was now covered in thick blood. His sight was blurred. When his focus returned he got, the man was already back preparing to attack.

Not wanting to give the man a chance to strike first, Typhoon advanced a few seconds faster. Hold that hand with a firm grip and twist it until the sharp object falls. As far as possible Typhoon kicked the cutter so that it could not be reached.

Painful screams from the man echoed as Typhoon nearly broke his arm. Someone from behind had been waiting for Typhoon off guard, running with a wooden block in his right hand.

"Dead you!"

The cyclone is aware of that. Rotating the body, making his 'captive' shield, replacing him as the target of the blunt object's blow. Made him instantly lie unconscious.

In that instant, Typhoon also hit the man with his powerful kick until it hit the weathered door behind until it slipped from its hinges.

His footsteps carrying the body wrapped in wounds approached the man who was now curled up among a pile of wooden blocks. Not far away he stepped, he was already greeted with the sight of Ken being tied up in a wooden chair, along with a middle-aged man in front of him.

Breath choked. His hands clenched firmly, his pain and fatigue replaced his mounting anger.

"Take off Ken right now!" His exclamation is loud. The highlight of the blue bead was staring intently, as if it was capable of killing an opponent with just a gaze.

The presence of the figure of Taufan like a superhero, does not necessarily make Ken calm. Precisely his chest increasingly rumbling along with the reigning fear.

'No.. Brother Typhoon.. Run!' Inner Ken shouted, but no sound came out even though his lips were not silenced. His tongue was a mute, his brain frozen against his orders. His body muscles also withered, suffocating immeasurably.

This is not the right time. He didn't want his brother killed. Moreover, seeing the body of the brother who was injured like that made the feeling of guilt grow bigger.

The person he had hated all this time was willing to be battered like that in order to save himself.

TB