Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from the battered face before me and slowly rose to my feet. "I suppose you're right," I conceded, realizing the potential consequences of our actions.

Together, we sprinted away from the scene, putting as much distance as possible between us and the chaos we had left behind. After a few minutes of relentless running, we finally came to a halt, gasping for breath.

Dwayne, still catching his breath, managed to utter, "You're absolutely nuts and crazy, Alvin!"

I shot him a glare, my chest heaving with exertion. "Shut up! I did what I had to do," I retorted, defending my actions.

"I can't believe you just beat up those guys," Dwayne said, shaking his head.

I replied calmly "Next time, I will bring water guns filled with hot sauce Or I could just throw glitter in their faces and blind them with fabulousness. I could always whip out some knives or swords to handle things more definitively. Next time if they meet me I will kill them for sure.

Dwayne was breathing heavily as he spoke, "Dude, they're just drunk people. There's no need to go over there."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off of both my hands. "But I don't like seeing people who get drunk. It seems like we always encounter drunk people around here."

Dwayne let out a sigh. "I give up. You're not going to listen to me, I know it."

I didn't respond, and after a few seconds, he said, "Well, see you later. I'm going home now."

"Fine. See ya," I replied.

Dwayne began walking away, but then turned around and added, "Be careful on your way back. Don't get into any trouble, alright?"

I nodded and began walking towards my orphanage, my mind was still consumed with thoughts of the drunken men I had just defeated. I couldn't help but feel a deep disdain for people who drank excessively, regardless of their reasons. It just didn't sit well with me.

Letting out a sigh, my thoughts shifted to Alice. I hoped she was doing alright now. With a determined stride, I continued towards the orphanage, my mind focused on the task at hand. However, as I approached the parking lot, my attention was immediately drawn to a car Honda Accord standing there. It seemed that someone had come to take one of the orphans as their own.

I made my way towards the front door of the orphanage. There was a table and a chair in the front yard near the slides. I wondered what they were for. Perhaps some people enjoyed having coffee or lunch outside in the fresh air.

But the thing to my surprise, The two bodyguards were standing near the front door of orphanage, exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, their attire speaking volumes about their impeccable taste. Adorned in exquisitely tailored coats, their outfits were a harmonious blend of style and functionality. The coats, crafted from the finest materials, enveloped their figures with a refined grace, accentuating their powerful presence.

The rich, deep hues of their garments, reminiscent of a moonlit night, added an aura of mystery and allure to their appearance. Every stitch and seam seemed meticulously placed, enhancing the overall allure of their ensemble. The coats effortlessly draped over their broad shoulders, exuding an air of authority and confidence. The subtle sheen of the fabric caught the light, casting a soft glow that seemed to dance along their silhouettes. As they stood with unwavering poise, the coats whispered tales of opulence and sophistication, a testament to the impeccable taste of their wearers.

Those two were incredibly tall and muscular, standing at over 6 feet tall. In contrast, I am only 5 feet 3 inches. Undeterred, I attempted to enter, only to be stopped by one of the bodyguards.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, sir, but you can't enter right now," he said firmly.

My frustration from the earlier encounter with the drunkards flared up within me. My face flushed with anger, and without a second thought, I unleashed a powerful punch directly into the bodyguard's face. The impact reverberated through the air, and he staggered back, caught off guard by my sudden attack.

"I didn't hear what you just said. Can you say it again?" I retorted in anger.

The other bodyguard, witnessing his companion's unexpected defeat, swiftly moved into action. With lightning speed, he launched a series of kicks towards me, aiming to subdue me. But I was prepared. I deftly dodged his strikes, my body moving with a grace born from years of training and experience.

In response, I retaliated with a flurry of my own kicks, each one landing with precision and force. The bodyguard grunted in pain as my blows connected, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught. But he was resilient, and he fought back with equal ferocity, his fists flying towards me in a desperate attempt to regain control.

As the fight raged on, I seized an opportunity. With a swift spin, I launched myself into the air, executing a breathtaking flying kick that caught the bodyguard off guard. My foot connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground, defeated.

Just then the first bodyguard got up and came at me. Without missing a beat, I launched myself at him, delivering a swift roundhouse kick to his chest. The force of the blow sent him crashing into the wall, leaving a noticeable dent behind. As he struggled to regain his composure, I seized the opportunity to unleash a flurry of punches, each one landing with precision and power.

The bodyguard fought back, his muscles rippling as he retaliated with a series of punches and kicks of his own.

With a swift spin, I delivered a powerful spinning back kick, catching him off guard. The impact sent him sprawling across the floor, gasping for breath. But before he could recover, I leaped into the air, executing a breathtaking aerial somersault. As I descended, I brought my foot crashing down onto his chest, the impact reverberating through the room.

The two bodyguards lay motionless on the ground, defeated. I stood over them, panting heavily, my adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

As I stood there, four more bodyguards came running towards me from inside the orphanage. I quickly tossed my bag aside, as it was getting in the way of my moves.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got some more toys to play with," I said, grinning devilishly. "Come on then, let's have some fun."

As the four bodyguards closed in on me, I quickly assessed their positions and prepared myself for the intense fight that was about to unfold.

The first bodyguard lunged at me with a powerful punch, but I swiftly dodged to the side, allowing his fist to sail harmlessly past me. Seizing the opportunity, I countered with a lightning-fast roundhouse kick, connecting with his jaw and sending him sprawling to the ground.

Before I could catch my breath, the second bodyguard charged at me, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. I deftly blocked and parried his strikes, using my knowledge of karate to redirect his momentum. With a swift knee strike to his abdomen, I sent him reeling backward, gasping for air.

As the third bodyguard closed in, I leaped into the air, executing a flawless spinning kick that caught him off guard. My foot connected with his temple, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Without wasting a moment, I somersaulted backward, narrowly avoiding a powerful strike from the fourth bodyguard.

With my back against the wall, I swiftly regained my footing and launched into a series of lightning-fast punches and kicks. My movements were fluid and precise, a testament to years of training in various martial arts disciplines. I seamlessly transitioned from karate moves to kung fu techniques, keeping my opponents off balance and unable to land a solid hit.

Using my surroundings to my advantage, I leaped off the wall, executing a gravity-defying jump kick that knocked two of the bodyguards off their feet. As they struggled to recover, I capitalized on their momentary weakness, incapacitating them with a combination of swift strikes and well-placed joint locks.

With only two bodyguards left standing, I focused my attention on them, my movements becoming even more calculated and precise. I weaved through their attacks, effortlessly evading their punches and kicks. With a swift sweep of my leg, I sent one of them crashing to the ground, his face contorted in pain.Now facing the final bodyguard, I channeled all my energy into one last powerful strike. With a resounding roar, I unleashed a devastating spinning back kick, connecting with his chest and sending him flying backward, crashing into a table and knocking him out cold.

I stood tall, breathing heavily, and said, "Is that all you six guys got? Can't you beat a kid? Who made you bodyguards here anyway and most importantly who the hell did you give this stupid job?"

Just then, another bodyguard arrived. He appeared much stronger than the previous one, standing almost 7 feet tall.

As the towering bodyguard approached, his muscles bulging and his intimidating presence filling the room, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a devilish smile, I prepared myself for the impending clash.

Without wasting a second, I launched myself forward, my fist aimed straight at his face. My punch was swift and powerful, connecting with his jaw with a resounding crack. But to my surprise, the giant barely flinched, his iron-like jaw absorbing the blow effortlessly.

Undeterred, I swiftly dodged his retaliatory kick, my body moving with the grace of a dancer. As his leg sailed through the air, I seized the opportunity, spinning around and delivering a series of lightning-fast punches to his abdomen. Each blow landed with precision, causing the giant to stagger backward, his breath escaping him in a rush.

With a newfound determination, the colossal bodyguard regained his footing, his eyes burning with fury. He lunged at me, his massive arms swinging in a wild frenzy. But I was ready. I ducked under his first swing, feeling the gust of wind as his fist sailed over my head. Using his momentum against him, I swiftly rose, delivering a powerful uppercut to his chin.

The impact was thunderous, causing the giant to momentarily lose his balance. Sensing an opportunity, I executed a series of rapid kung fu moves, striking him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Each blow landed with precision, weakening his defenses and leaving him vulnerable.

Finally, with a final burst of energy, I delivered a devastating roundhouse kick, connecting with the side of his knee. The force of the blow was enough to send the towering bodyguard crashing to the ground, his massive frame shaking the room upon impact.

As he lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, I stood over him, victorious. The room was filled with a stunned silence, the onlookers in awe of the incredible fight they had just witnessed. With a satisfied smile, I turned away, leaving the defeated bodyguard in my wake.

Just then, I heard a voice and footsteps approaching me. I turned around in anger to see none other than Mrs. Smith. She came towards me and slapped me hard, causing me to flinch. She exclaimed, "Do you have any idea what you are doing?"

Mrs. Smith looked at the seven bodyguards lying on the ground and asked, "What have you done?"