Count me out

Meanwhile, in California, Raven and Venom with two Scorpion guys were in a club.

The time was around 2a.m. Now, the four of them were seated in a four-chair setup with a table in the middle.

They were drinking in silence and watching the people at the other part of the club dancing tirelessly.

Raven's leg was tied with a cloth where it was shot. The injury was long gone since he had spent two days at home to rest but it still pained him. He grunted every now and then and took a sip of his drink, his thoughts wavering far into space.

Venom insisted that they came here for unknown reasons; and Raven had accepted not because he wanted to but because he knew Raven had the favour of the Scorpion Mafia family.

A minute later, a cough could be heard from one of the guys. “I'm exhausted, man. I feel like I need a break,” he said.

Venom darted his head to his direction, the grip on the glass of whiskey in his hands intensifying. “I don't recognise you, but I did notice you look alot