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Carlos laughed, seemingly broken from the spell of Mohawk and his punk culture.
“Yeah... I think I'm going to go. I'm not about that life any more.”
<span class="mu-b">”Hey! Don't think I was kidding! Get back here!”</span>
“What, so you can beat me up for wanting to leave? I just won't come back.”
<span class="mu-b">”You'll regret this, fucker!”</span>
You smile from your hiding place. Mohawk got owned by a little kid, that's karmic justice right there. Thankfully, Carlos doesn't seem to want to be a criminal like them anymore, and isn't swayed by Punk culture anymore. You're happy for him. There's no way Mohawk is gonna punch a kid so-
Oh wait, he just punched the kid. Okay, time to intervene.
Pulling on your mask, you rush behind the group in surprise, taking out the smallest guy in the outskirts with a blow to the back of the head. Your batons ready, you rush towards the main group- finally ready to get your revenge on the Mohawk after all these years. You briefly wonder if it's a misuse of your new persona of justice to get petty revenge on your bully... but you think it'll work itself out.
