Bully Lord

Part-175

Despite the danger, James and his friends pressed on. They knew that they had to confront Arad, no matter the cost. They had to stop him and his gang from continuing their harmful activities.

When they finally reached the agreed-upon meeting spot, they found Arad standing on a rooftop, surrounded by a group of his men. He was looking down at them, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice echoing through the narrow streets. "Look who decided to show up."

James and his friends exchanged glances. They knew they were walking into a trap, but they were determined to confront Arad.

"We're here to talk," James said, his voice calm and steady.

Arad chuckled. "Oh, is that so?" he said mockingly. "I figured you were here to fight. Only middle-class housewives bicker and argue—real men don't waste words, they settle things with their fists."

James knew that Arad was playing mind games. He was trying to get them to lose their cool. But James was determined not to fall for his tricks.

"We're here to talk," he repeated, his voice firm. "We want to end the violence."

Arad's expression fake surprise. "Is that so?" he asked. "Well, let's talk then."

He motioned for his men to step aside, and he descended the stairs to meet James and his friends.

As they approached each other, a tense silence fell over the crowd. Everyone knew that a confrontation was imminent.

"What do you want to talk about?" Arad asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

James took a deep breath. "We want to stop the violence," he said. "We want to end the scams."

Arad laughed. "No need to repeat yourself like some game NPC, I heard you the first time. So, tell me—how exactly do you plan to pull that off?" he asked with a smirk.

"We have our ways," James replied, his voice filled with determination.

Arad nodded with a smirk. "You really do sound like an NPC, huh? Well, good luck with that," he said. "But don't think I'll just sit around and let you mess with my business."

As Arad charged towards them, James recognized the significant gap in strength between them. Arad was a formidable opponent, his body a well-tuned machine of muscle and bone. His eyes were sharp, his movements precise, and his fighting style was brutal and efficient. He was a natural-born fighter, honed by days of experience and countless battles. James, on the other hand, was a skilled martial artist, but he was still a teenager. He had the raw talent and potential, but he lacked the experience and the hardened resolve of a seasoned fighter.

However, if he, Ryan, and Sourov fought together, they might have a real chance. The bigger question was whether the rest of the Judo club could handle Arad's group.

Despite the odds, James was determined to face Arad. He knew that if he could defeat the leader of the gang, the rest would crumble. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his stance wide and stable. He prepared himself for the impending clash.