Mastering the fates with Role-play system 2

[5] Jericho walls

"Protein shake?" Jace asked, raising a brow in confusion, he couldn't tell what the system meant by that statement, and he genuinely did care to know.

All that mattered to him at that moment was to fight these thugs, save his mother and humiliate the greedy cop; every other thing was secondary. He wasn't exactly terrified by their body build; rather, he was just baffled because most street gang members that he knew didn't look so good.

He also wasn't afraid of going up against them in a fight, because he had been targeted and attacked numerous times by these kinds of hoodlums and made it out alive by defending himself. So he believed that three thugs were nothing compared to those attacks consisting of five to seven members.

As Jace waited impatiently for the right moment to attack, his eyes glanced at the television screen, and he rolled his eyes in disdain.

"They must put up my picture everywhere now huh?" He whispered under his breath and adjusted his dark shades before sipping from his bottle of cola.

Soon, the voice of his favourite female waiter caught his attention and he looked in her direction, only to see her trying to explain some things to the thugs.

"I'm sorry but we don't do that here," she said,

"This is a bar not exactly... a club."

"But don't you see?" Asked one of the thug members, he stood to his feet and towered above her like Jericho walls.

"I came to make you feel good, it's nothing too serious."

To make matters even worse, he pulled her closer to himself by her waist, while sniffing her hair like the fresh autumn air.

"I said let go of me," she struggled to break free from his grasp.

Unfortunately, every customer minded their business, such behaviour was not new to this kind of environment, and no one cared to interfere, knowing that it might he sorted out eventually.

But Jace wasn't going to ignore this, especially not when his favourite girl was involved. However, he feared that when he got involved, his cover might be blown, and that's when things would get messy.

"Is it time yet?" He pestered the system, all while feeling the urge to get on his feet and do something.

[ Wait ]

"Oh come on!" He swallowed these words and continued to watch in silence.

"You smell so good," the thug commented, sniffing her hair multiple times and making the young lady feel uncomfortable. Sadly, she couldn't protect herself or fight him because he was a customer, and if a customer were to get upset and leave the bar because of her, she might lose her job.

So inasmuch as this made her skin crawl, she had no choice but to endure it, until hopefully the thugs let her go. But, that was not the case.

The member who had drawn her to himself started to go further than just sniffing her hair, his fingers ran down her neck and a smug expression was plastered on his face. He was aware of his perverted behaviour and enjoyed it all the way, but this did not go unnoticed because Jace was burning with fury back in his seat.

"Sys....

[ Now. ]

"Yes!" Jace exclaimed in his head and sprang up to his feet,

"Hey, let the girl go!" He yelled at the thug, in a slightly lower pitch tone,

"You heard me!" He added, walking up to their table like a lion asserting dominance.

"This is not a street club, so go find a party doll somewhere else."

Shocked by the stranger who dared to speak to him, the thug pulled the waiter even closer to himself and asked.

"What are you going to do huh?"

"Please sir," the young lady pleaded with Jace, with fears evident in her eyes.

"Please don't upset him, I will handle this myself." She added.

Jace knew that she couldn't do anything, he had worked here for three years and knew that she was just protecting her job.

"Let her go, or will rip you apart," he warned.

"Oh?" The thug exclaimed with a smug,

"I'd like to see you try," he added, and to further provoke Jace, he tried to force a kiss onto her lip, even though she fought against it.

"That does it." Jace did not waste a second; he delivered a powerful punch to the thug's face and pulled the lady away from him.

"Find a place to hide," he ordered her, and instead of leaving immediately, the lady turned to him and called his name,

"Jace?"

"Who is Jace?" Jace asked back in a bid to cover up, but the thug members attacked him before he could say anything else.

"Get out of here," he warned the lady just before he was brought to the ground, followed by the numerous punches that were thrown at him.

It was difficult to dodge the punches because he was on the ground, and taking three of them simultaneously was overwhelming. There was a cutlery on the floor, within reach, but the system's instructions were clear in his head. To use no weapons, not even a fork.

"You think you have such a big month huh? Well, watch me disfigure your face!" Said one of the members.

"Aren't you such a prince, trying to save a damsel in distress? Where has it gotten you?" Asked the other.

The punches kept coming at him, and the most he could do was to block his face and the glasses from falling off. These thugs were a lot stronger than he thought, so it was funny how the system reduced their strength and body build to mere protein shakes.

"Combat Proficiency 2%, physical strength 2%" Jace instantly recalled these figures, because that's what had caught his attention the most on the system status.

If he wasn't allowed to use a weapon, then at least he could use the system to his advantage. On a normal day, he could take five thugs, but now there are three and they appeared to have outpowered him. So just a slight increase in his strength would surely go a long way. And two per cent, although not much, was enough for the time being.

[ As instinctively requested ]

[ Combat Proficiency at 2% activated! ]

"I hope this helps."

[ Physical Strength at 2% activated! ]