Little Game (I)

Mark had no expression on his face as he looked at the three thugs in front of him. He felt irritated and said, "Don't waste my time. I need to search for my friend." 

The one in the middle smirked and said looking at the other two, "Did you hear him? He says he is in a hurry. Wasn't our mission is to stop him in his tracks. The reward should be a gun. So shall we get on with it?" Looking at Mark in the end. 

The one I'm the left was to move first as he ran with a rod in his hand. He went for his head. Mark ducked in time and took out his sword from its sheath and sliced his stomach. The knife went deep as he staggered back in pain and knocked down a painting. He clutched his stomach in pain, looking at Mark with venomous eyes.