BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



The five men from the Zamora Clan, six from the Silverbend Clan, and four from the Montgomery Clan arrived outside the Red Lotus Lounge.

As soon as the clans arrived, they quickly huddled up outside the main entrance to assess the situation. The Zamora Clan's team leader, Carlos, spoke up first. He was a tall and muscular man with a thick beard and a stern expression.

"What's the situation?" he asked, looking around at the other team leaders.

"They appear to be still locked onto the fight," replied John, the leader of the Montgomery Clan's team, with a sharp gaze. "We don't know who did it, but we suspect it's the Mambas."

"That's a bold move," remarked the Silverbend Clan team's leader, Maria, a woman with short blond hair. "Aren't they scared of the repercussions?"

"Matthew is having a mental breakdown; he won't care," replied a member of the Silverbend clan.

Maria sighed. "I miss the good old days when the gangs still knew who their owners were."

"Yeah, they've become too bold lately," Carlos replied.

"I know you want to vent about the situation, but we should head inside."

The other team leaders nodded in understanding.

"Let's go!" shouted Carlos, leading the charge into battle, and they quickly made their way to the Red Lotus Lounge's entrance.

***

As the fight against Matthew and his thugs raged on, the Red Lotus Lounge was in complete chaos. The surviving parents were fighting for their lives against Matthew and his henchmen, who were attacking relentlessly.

Anderson's father, Mikey's mother, and Adam's brother were the most troublesome of the bunch, and they were putting up the strongest fights.

Suddenly, the scene changed as the men from the Zamora Clan arrived at the lounge, their presence immediately noticeable. Soon after, six members of the Silverbend Clan and four of the Montgomery Clan arrived on the scene.

Mikey's mother let out a sigh of relief as the reinforcements arrived. "Thank goodness they arrived," she told Carl as she saw the insignias strapped on their jackets.

Anderson's father nodded in agreement, "Yes. That kid planned everything. Too bad they arrived late."

Mikey's mother touched his shoulder reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, we will make them pay for what they did to Anderson." The kid's body was still lying on the ground; all his blood had been lost, and he had a white color.

Carl looked at her gratefully and said, "Thank you. I appreciate it."

They both turned back to face the ongoing battle with a renewed sense of hope and determination.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the tide of the battle began to turn. The Zamora Clan leader and his men were overpowering Matthew's thugs with their fire powers, which further destroyed the surroundings; the Silverbend Clan with their ice brain crystal powers weren't as destructive, but their lethality was high as they were making precision shots at the thugs, hitting their targets with deadly accuracy.

The Montgomery Clan members used their earth-controlling abilities to shield the parents from any incoming attacks, allowing them to focus on fighting back against Matthew and his men.

The tides were rapidly changing, as there were now more than twenty people on the parent's side, while the thugs were only 11, including Matthew since the remaining ones went after the kids.

Matthew's eyes gleamed with an unsettling fervor as he surveyed the chaotic scene before him. His men were struggling against the parents and the newly arrived reinforcements, but the crazed leader was not about to back down.

"Fight harder, you fools! We must kill them! KILL THEM ALL!" He barked, his voice laced with an insane fervor. The rest of his men stepped back, intimidated by their leader's sudden outburst. Matthew's eyes scanned the room, looking for his next target.

"I will not let these pathetic fools ruin everything!" He roared, grabbing a nearby table and sending it flying toward Anderson's father, who avoided the attack.

"I can't stop them! AAAAAAH," one of his men said before getting impaled by an ice arrow.

Matthew's eyes flashed with wild fury. "MOTHER FUCKERS!"" he screamed. The sound of breaking glass and splintering wood filled the air as Matthew and his men fought with reckless abandon.

The parents and their allies fought back with equal vigor, and it was clear that they were going to win and that Matthew wasn't himself.

Through it all, the Mambas leader's crazed laughter echoed through the room, sending shivers down the spines of everyone who heard it. His blood lust was unquenchable, and he seemed determined to destroy anyone who stood in his way.

However, Matthew's face contorted with rage as he watched his men being taken down one by one. He could feel his power slipping away from him as he used more and more mana, and it filled him with rage.

"Damn it!" he roared, slamming his fist into the wall beside him. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

One of his remaining men, a trembling young thug, stepped forward tentatively. "M-Maybe we should try to escape, boss. We can't win this fight." Matthew spun around, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Escape? Do you think we can just run away from this? We're the Mambas! We don't run from anyone!" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his young thug was right. They couldn't win this fight. And if they stayed here much longer, they were all going to end up dead.

With the arrival of the clans, his plans were foiled. He tried to retreat, but as soon as he opened one of the doors, a giant tongue of fire almost engulfed him.

He let out a guttural scream of frustration, and for a moment, it seemed as if he might lash out at the nearest person.

"FUCK!" He turned to look at the attackers; only five people were with him at that point.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE REINFORCEMENTS WE CALLED 5 MINUTES AGO?!" the man shouted.

"They are on their way, sir, a hundred men!"

Everyone clearly heard this.

"If what he said is true, we should retreat," the Montgomery clan's team leader said.

"I WON'T' RETREAT UNTIL HE IS DEAD!" Carl shouted. His eyes blazed with fierce intensity as he charged at Matthew. He swung his son's claymore with incredible force, hoping to strike Matthew before he could defend himself.

But Matthew was quick and had already created a barrier around himself. His power was similar to his son's, but he only had the barrier aspect, as the kid earned the attacking bit from his mother.

The claymore struck the barrier with a loud clang, sending sparks flying in all directions. Matthew sneered at Carl, taunting him. "Is that all you've got? A big ass sword and a heart full of hatred?"

Carl gritted his teeth and lunged at the man again. This time, he aimed for Matthew's head, hoping to strike him where he was most vulnerable.

But once again, the Mambas leader's barrier proved impenetrable. Matthew retaliated with a fast punch that sent Carl flying backward. Anderson's father crashed into a table, sending glasses and plates flying everywhere.

He struggled to get up as the blow was heavy, but Matthew was already on him, his fists raining down on Carl's face and body with brutal force. The clan members could do nothing against his barrier; it was impenetrable.

Carl fought back with all his might, swinging his claymore wildly and ignoring the pain that wracked his body.

Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, but he refused to give up. He would avenge his son's death, no matter the cost. Meanwhile, the other parents were fighting with equal ferocity.

They were trying to shatter the man's barrier using their powers, but not everyone had ranged ones like the clans who had just arrived. They also had improvised weapons, wielding broken bottles, kitchen knives, and even chairs as clubs.

The reinforcements from the Zamora, Silverbend, and Montgomery clans had joined the fray, fighting alongside the parents with skill and precision. They had managed to take down some of Matthew's thugs, but others remained, determined to protect their leader at all costs.

Carl and Matthew were still locked in a deadly dance as the battle raged on. The claymore clashed against the barrier repeatedly, sending shock waves through the club.

"You can't win this!" Matthew yelled, his voice hoarse with exertion. "You will die like a dog, exactly as your fucking son did!"

Matthew was beyond reason. He had lost control and was now consumed by a primal blood lust. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and there was a crazed look in them. They seemed to glint with a twisted sort of pleasure as he fought against Carl with his barrier-creating brain crystal power.

His movements were frenzied, almost feral, and he was panting heavily with the effort of the fight. Clearly, he had lost all sense of reason and was being driven purely by his own madness. The sight of him was unsettling, and it was clear that he was a dangerous opponent.