BAM!
BAM!
"Bastards!" Stan cursed as he vented all his frustration on the robber in front of him, driving punch after punch into the man's face and torso.
BAM! His fist connected again, snapping the man's head to the side. His fist slammed into the man's face again and again, each blow shaking through the restrained body.
The robber couldn't fight back. Restrained and helpless, he could only endure the full force of Stan's anger. He silently cursed his rotten luck. Out of all three robbers, he had been the one unfortunate enough to be within Stan's reach when the fury finally boiled over.
His accomplices, tied up just as securely, could only watch from where they sat.
Only when he was finally satisfied did Stan stop. He took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders, and pulled out his phone.
A few taps later, he was calling the Velaris City Police Department. The call connected on the second ring;
"Police. What's your emergency?"
