Lookism:Legends

The room went quiet. Riley's men took one step forward and that was all Jalen and Daniel needed.

In a blur of motion, Jalen ducked under the first swing, stepped in, and drove his elbow into the man's stomach with a crack of breath being stolen. Before the second could react, Daniel spun and landed a clean hook to his jaw, sending him crumpling to the floor.

The third reached for something in his pocket but Jalen swept his legs out from under him and stomped down, knocking him out cold. Daniel grabbed the fourth by the collar and slammed him headfirst into the wall before spinning to avoid the fifth, who was already falling from a side kick Jalen delivered without even looking.

It was over.

Five men down. Less than five seconds.

Riley took an unconscious step back, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat.

"You... You don't even know who you're messing with," he said shakily. "I'm not just some random thug."

Daniel's voice was steady as he stepped forward, brushing invisible dust off his shirt.

"You're Hostel," he said.

The room froze again.

Riley's jaw dropped. "How do you..."

"You think we came in blind?" Jalen added calmly, his eyes like ice. "We knew what this was. You're part of Hostel. That's why we're here."

Riley's breath hitched. The calm confidence. The overwhelming strength. This wasn't an accident.

They were targeted.

Riley stared at the wreckage of his men, sweat running down his temple.

He knew one thing now these weren't just kids.

They were a storm. And Hostel had just earned their wrath.