Taken

Kon smirked. “Didn't your mom ever tell you not to hit kids?”

The men stood, shocked by the boldness of the boy.

They were expecting a young student who will cower at their feet, with tears in his eyes, begging to be let free.

But what they saw was far from what they expected.

The boy standing in front of them doesn't look like a distressed damsel.

“What? Are you surprised?” Kon glanced back to make certain there was no one sneaking up on him before he turned to them.

“What do you want?” He placed his hands on his waist.

It has been long since Kon fought. Close to four months, it has been. And he's hungry for it.

He wants to hit someone in the face and watch as blood trickles down.

“Get him!” The leader of the men commanded. He stood back and watched them with a sly grin on his face.

With a battle cry, the men charged at Kon who stood his ground and watched them with an amused expression.

One of the men tried to knock him, but Kon bent and kicked him in the stomach. He took the man's