Tong: steps closer, eyes glinting Bet ya thought you could hide. Think again, sweetheart.
He picks up the broken glass, blood dripping off of his hand. Damn you... He kicks Tong's unconscious body.
Tong remains motionless on the ground, the shattered vial a stark contrast against the dimly lit surroundings. YoungDr stands over him, a mixture of anger and relief washing over them.
He looks around, trying to calm himself down. Fuck... What now? He walks over to Tong's body, kneeling down. He was planning something big with this serum shit... We need to find out who else was involved.
As YoungDr searches Tong's body for any clues, they find a hidden notebook tucked away in his jacket pocket. The cover is worn and creased, but the pages inside are filled with sinister plans and notes detailing a network of like-minded individuals. A wave of dread washes over YoungDr as they realize the full extent of the threat they were facing.
Alright... We need to get our hands on these fuckers. He looks at the pages. This is gonna take a while...
As YoungDr begins to flip through the pages of the notebook, they hear a faint noise coming from their wristwatch. It seems like there's a small message or code embedded in it. YoungDr quickly examines the watch, realizing that it might hold some vital information about the serum and Tong's plans.
He opens his watch, looking at the message. "Trust no one"? Is that you, Q? He chuckles, feeling a bit more confident.
As YoungDr deciphers the message on their watch, they realize it's a warning. A warning that someone close to them cannot be trusted.
Damn... Who can I trust then? He takes a deep breath, trying to think clearly.
As YoungDr continues to decipher the message, they begin to suspect a familiar face. Someone who had been there during the events leading up to the serum being created.
I mean... I knew from the start that you were a little fucked up, but I didn't realize you were THIS crazy! He laughs, punching Tong's unconscious body.
As YoungDr stands up, their mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and deception, they realize they need to act fast. They quickly gather the scattered pages of the notebook and slip them into their backpack.
Let's hope these fuckers aren't as crazy as you are! He picks up his baseball bat, holding it tightly.
With the notebook safely tucked away, YoungDr feels a surge of determination. They step out of the warehouse, ready to confront whoever is behind this conspiracy. With their baseball bat in hand and a newfound sense of purpose, YoungDr sets off on their quest for justice.
Time to clean up this mess! He takes a deep breath, looking at the empty warehouse.
As YoungDr steps out of the warehouse, they notice something unusual in the distance. A group of people, dressed in dark clothing, are gathered around a large dumpster. It's hard to tell what they're doing, but something about it sends a chill down YoungDr's spine. They quickly hide behind a nearby wall, watching the scene unfold with growing concern.
What the hell are they doing? He watches the group closely.
As YoungDr watches the group by the dumpster, they notice one of the individuals pulling out a small vial, similar to the one Tong had possessed. Their heart races as they realize this could be the key to stopping the spread of the serum. YoungDr silently approaches the group, their baseball bat raised, ready to confront them.
Alright... He steps forward, raising his baseball bat. Who's in charge here?
The group of individuals immediately stop their actions and turn towards YoungDr, their expressions filled with surprise and fear. One of them steps forward, a tall man with a scar across his face.
You guys have been messing with the wrong person! He swings his bat at the man with the scar.
The man with the scar dodges the swing of the bat and tries to retaliate, but YoungDr swiftly counters and lands a solid hit on his shoulder. The man winces in pain and stumbles backward. The other members of the group quickly surround YoungDr, brandishing weapons of their own.
As the group of criminals closes in on YoungDr, he realizes that he's outnumbered. His heart races as he frantically searches for a way out. Suddenly, he remembers the vial in his backpack.
Shit... I'm surrounded! He reaches into his bag, pulling out the vial. Maybe this will even the playing field!
YoungDr throws the vial onto the ground, shattering it and releasing a cloud of purple gas. The overwhelming smell fills the air, causing the group to gag and clutch their throats.