His prosthetics would never hold in a melee fight, so he picked up his pistol. As soon as the men saw it they began to retreat. Unfortunately, it was already too late for them. The girl’s hair was burned a bit by the two blasts, the two-man laid injured on the ground.

Pxan came near them

> now even the time to finish the phrase that Pxan begun hitting them on their hands to further incapacitate them, then on the legs. After a few minutes, he understood how far he could push his core and picked up the rhythm, a swing every three seconds.

Strangely it was not the man that tried to stop him but the girl

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Pxan nearly spat on her face > he continued his beatings.

The man in plates desperately tried to grab the attention of his daughter. But the girl heard nothing of it >

Pxan face and hands were stained with blood >

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“Is she a Christian or what? If he continues like this I swear I will beat her”>

The girl was shocked, he never saw a man behave this way. Usually, men were nice to her >

Pxan looked at her, if it was not for the father the little girl would have had his maw broke.

> said the man in a low tone

Isabel agreed and the two men left Pxan alone to his anger.

After half an hour Pxan was satisfied. His anger had somewhat subsided. He looked at the two men, they had several bones broken, they were vomiting blood and their faces had bruises on all sides. They would probably die without a doctor, He went around searching for a doctor, killing someone was a bit too much even for him.

He ran a bit before finding a doctor and showing him the two corpses. He left before he could ask him any questions.

Once gotten back home he was tired

> said the apartment manager

Pxan looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds >

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Pxan world crushed on him, all those efforts to rise from that horrible place only to be putten back there now. What a horrible life.