I maintained a firm grip on my baseball bat, my gaze fixed on the five men sprawled out on the ground.
There was a fleeting hope that I might uncover the mastermind behind all this chaos.
However, that hope began to wane as the most aggressive among them now lay incapacitated.
I couldn't help but look at him, a mix of frustration and disappointment in my eyes, realizing that I had extracted no useful information from the group.
Taking a moment to glance around the scene, I picked up my bag and reflected on the recent turn of events.
My past experience in martial arts proved invaluable in this situation.
As a child, I used to engage in wrestling matches with my older brother. Often, those encounters ended with my tears and his victorious laughter.
