Jinlong

One cloudy evening, you were walking home after work. Your measured steps led you slowly home. A light rain occasionally touched your face, making you wince. This weather was typical for autumn, but you saw something more in it. The tranquility, the empty streets, the couples sitting in coffee shops, warming their hands on freshly brewed coffee. All of this evoked a feeling of calm and comfort.

As you rounded the corner, breathing in the scent of rain, a sudden dull thud seemed to snap you back to reality. Fortunately or unfortunately, you didn't lose consciousness, but a dull pain and dizziness immediately washed over you, forcing you to sink to the ground. Mocking voices were immediately heard behind you.

• Look, he's still conscious, he's a tough nut to crack.

The men, unknown to you, burst into laughter, cutting your ears with their vile laughter and venomous remarks directed at you. Many images came to mind, thinking of this being your last evening and how sad everything had turned out. But then a soldier burst out from around the corner. Tall, strong-built, with brown hair.

In an instant, his leg shot up, thrusting out in a perfectly straight, almost acrobatic kick. His leg flew up as if slicing through the air. The kick was so perfectly executed, it seemed effortless. It landed squarely on one of the men's jaw.