Now he stood behind one group of them as they glared at the other. He tried to take one step at a time to the right, each time a gang member in the back would pat his back with a look of brotherhood and put his arm around him.
His eyes kept drifting over to his bag as all he wanted was to sneak away and leave these gangs to there work.
A leader from each stood out front arguing with each other. it was hard to hear them through the jeers and cheers from the others that were ready with chains and bats.
"Yeah...Yeah," he played along with a weak voice long enough for the man to take his arm off him.
The gang across from him yelled out, "This is our turf. And if you keep pushing us, we are gonna take yours too." It was a bold statement as both gangs only had ten people and they hardly could say they had a turf at all.
Jin just happened to stumble into the rival gang's territory and one of their members. They chased him as he ran off and ran into the other gang's turf by accident. Now they both forgot largely about him and were on the verge of violence.
The man beside him hollered for battle. No one moved but it was a long enough distraction for Jin to slink to the side and leave the group.
Silently he hoisted up his bag and tiptoed away.
"Where the hell are you going!"
Jin froze and turned around. The Gangs were becoming loud enough to alert anyone nearby.
Jin pointed at himself, "Who me," he gave a dismissive wave. "I'm just getting out of your way. Can I interest you all in a good luck charm before you tear each other apart?"