章節 17: Tailor shop pt 2

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After the system informed me about the shocking news; I choked my curse words inside; how can such coincidence be so absurd that I will meet one of my family members inside.

'My pinky was right again, huh!'

The man in black looked at my ghastly expression, horrifiedly removing his hands before he questioned, "Are you okay?"

Collecting my thoughts, I replied, brushing the spot his hand touched, "Are you out of your mind? Why would you touch a customer? Didn't you learn from the disaster of batvid two years ago!"

Batvid was an evil disease that affiliated planet earth, at year XX, and kept amassing people's lives, especially the sick and old, for almost two years, making the country go in complete lockdown.

That incident was the most significant factor in the country deciding to turn the shrine into a national heritage, ultimately kicking Yami to the streets, hence, turning him into the biggest scammer in the village, as he sold weed to teenagers and even collected tuition money from the school youngsters using a fake Harvard degree...

Pretended to be a doctor, a deity in the shrine, a messenger from god after he got kicked out, a lawyer, and finally, a concocting master who can cure everything, almost killing half the village people feeding them his homemade dogshit porridge.

All this happened before karma had its payback, making him meet the drug lord who offered him the crooked lenses.

His sins were immense, but for some reason, he always managed to work it out, using his pinky ability; after all, the kids who received his high-quality weed unlocked their brains full capacity and became famous stone philosophers inside the village, adding to that the mysterious case of the disappearing chickens, which got solved by none other than him, after all, he was the main unknown culprit. However, the poor girl he had a fleeting crush on who also harshly rejected him back in the village bore the blame.

After hearing Yami's words, the bulky man apologized; Yet, letting him enter wasn't one of his options.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait till the young masters finish receiving their uniforms." his eyes restless, observing every unexpected move the kid will try to pull.

"Huh!? Not happening, This is a public shop bastard!" Yami sneered; even in his helpless overweight days, he never shied away from fights; if he managed to sit on your head, your dead, but after continuous battles, the outlaws figured out his most weak point, the fragile legs, thus, the legend of the skull-crushing fatty sumo wrestler faded as fast as it had been established.

Following Yami's retaliation, the man removed his glasses, showing off two veiny red eyes.

'Wait a minute; I am still a minor at the moment!' he realized.

A scream rocked the street walls; I grabbed the spot in my chest where he briefly pushed me and rolled on the ground like a football player, making up the face of total agony, "Help! Someone! I'm being assaulted."

The passersby glanced back, and shortly after, a commotion slowly assembled, goggling at me like a zoo before a righteous middle-aged man stepped up to check on me.

Squatting he worriedly acquired, "Young boy, what's wrong?"

I clasped my chest in grief and pointed at the white-faced bodyguard, hardly mumbling in a low tone, "He punched me on the chest after I requested him to let me enter the tailor shop,"

"What?"The man said furiously, sending a penetrating peek at the large guard, shouting in disgust, "How could you hit a kid this age, and in what right you are blocking him in the first place!"

My screams and his screams mixed, turning the street into an opera show.

Inside the tailor shop, the five people chatting with each other heard the loud noise, "What's happening?" said the boy sitting on the sofa.

They halted their talk and directly shifted their attention to the outside from the open windows.

A man drenched with cold sweat, a middle-aged man, disciplining him in the long chapters of law, and a handsome lad welcomed their eyes.

All of them recognized the wronged man, as it was one of the Ito family's personal guards.

The conversation broke between them, wondering about the context of the odd incident unraveling under their gaze.

"What's wrong with big mac?" The boy with the lengthy grey bangs said.

The answer simultaneously came from two people; the indifferent youth reading a book in the corner said in a cold tone, "Just tell him to use force if it's required," while the other laughed himself silly, "Hehehehe, he looks like a ghost in there!"

Almost all of them watched the exciting event with broad eyes; however, one girl was contemplating over it with a higher interest, her sharp pupils scanned the kid laid down on the ground, as she watched the grin hidden deeply in the corner of his face, and even her self smirked, whispering, "Interesting,"

I felt the guard legs shaking with each yell coming from the middle-aged man, and I felt my scammer nature kicking again, standing up unhurriedly, I painfully demanded, "Oh god, it hurts! My sternum is most likely broken, and I am just a miserable orphan; how would I pay my medical bills!"

The middle-aged man immediately spitted what law regulations decrees in this kind of situation, "According to the law, the assailant should compensate the victim for all physical damage inflicted, refusing or any denying of the lawsuit will result according to chapter 54 of the law book in a punishment that can go from six months to three years,"

'Damn! This man is a blessing from heaven if only I had this hypeman back on the court! I would've made bank'

I added, shamelessly coughing, "And mental too,"

With a troubled face, the man repeated, "Yes yes, and mental damage if their's any,"

Shrinking back, under our threats, the guard didn't know what to do anymore, letting out a stifled breath.

The owner of the tailor shop and the remaining guards finally reacted, peering outside as they tried to solve the problem before it goes out of hand.

"Sir, just calm down; we can solve this peacefully!" said the shorter guard.

"We aren't fixing shit if he didn't pay for my injuries!" I furiously said, forgetting about my fake injuries.

Was it a habit for Narcos to surprise me in my most heated moments? I frankly didn't know, but yet again, he mailed my mind a notification out of nowhere.

'What the heck Narcos, at this point, I will end up conquering the whole world!'

'Tsk, obviously yes, asshole.'

<Ping>

Name: Akari Ito

Age: 17

Looks: 9/10

Description: Half Asian, Half Russian, also the most voluptuous girl Narcos encountered till this moment.

Talent: 9,5/10

Description: A future global successful businesswoman.

Infatuation: 3%

Description: Amused.

Difficulty: A+

Yami heard of this name back in the small village, 'Akari Ito? Oh lord! Wasn't she the richest woman in the country? And number fifteen on the Forbes list!'