The moment Kiryu burst out through the door, one of the thugs flew in a wide arc and hit the wall right next to him. With a quiet oomph, the man slid down to the ground and refused to get back, crawling his way away from the pandemonium that was happening.

These men surely thought their force laid in numbers, and they could easily overpower one manager. How wrong were they proven— the fight was almost done, Majima was currently busy twirling his bat as if it was a nunchaku and probably hitting the man more times than it was necessary, finishing it with a kick.

That would be the end of it— if not for one of the previously incapacitated punks that got off the ground by sheer force of spite. Popped open a folding knife and ignoring Kiryu entirely, ran towards Majima