Revenger by Ralph Thompson Jr.
“Dude! You don’t have to do this. I’ve done nothing to you!” The smaller man shrieked. Any pretense of manliness dissipated. The smaller man knew he was overmatched. He was trying to minimize an absolute beatdown. This type of ruckus meant only one thing: Smash was out and about, looking for his version of fun. That usually included inflicting pain on random folk. Smash felt rested and satisfied, like predators do from time to time. Feeling good meant getting out and looking for folk to intimidate. Lowtown was like that. The cops didn’t go in unless they absolutely had to. Most of the city’s citizens figured if they could confine Lowtown’s lawlessness to a small area, eventually the folk inside would kill off one another until the area could be renovated (leveled & gentrified) with little opposition. Folk like Smash made the transition go slower than the city fathers would like. Smash suspected it, even without much formal education. Smash had an innate sense of his hard-fought place in this neighborhood. As long as the police gave the area a wide berth, he could do almost whatever he wanted. The locals were so afraid of him, they wouldn’t even band together to take him on en masse. Smash knew all of that."