Chapter 11 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (2/2)
But something made him rethink and judged the situation. An old woman in the forbidden district with baggage was really suspicious conduct. Who might be a fool will enter the place which will risk their lives? But looking at the situation, the old woman was getting hurt by the bandits and if he didn't do something, her life would perish. He clicked his tongue and made a quick decision; Save her or leave her?
Play a hero or run away what always his character will do? Risking his life for the sake of the old hag was a foolish mistake he would commit but if he wanted to show up his guts then he must take action.
”Hold it right there!” He showed up and ordered the thieves to return her luggage and stopped their harassment with pure courage. ”Stop it now, or else?”
”Oh, he really showed up, ” the red-haired man murmured after his gaze turned at his location. ”Foolish mistake. But according to his background, he shouldn't appear like that. Did we miss something? He really did change, huh. But his sense of fashion is... have no sense at all.” One of his comrades came closer and whispered on his ears, ”Boss, is that him?” The red-haired man nodded with a convincing eye.
”Anyways,” he turned his gaze at the young Don. ”Or else, what? Hey kid, just step aside from here. It's none of your business.” The curb haired blonde man stepped forward while l.i.c.k.i.n.g his knife from edge to the point. ”Do you wish for instant death? I'm happy to help you meet Mr. Death.” The bald one with a black shirt while looking at him with pure l.u.s.t. ”I like him.”
”Greetings,” The young Don didn't flatter and gulped some air before he spoke. ”Foolish morons. My name is Aljen. Remember my name because you'll experience a lot of shame because you choose to face someone like me. I demand you all release that old hag and kneel before me if you want to live.”
Embarrassed.
He needed to make sure to fool them that he was an inevitable man.
”Boss, the prey has shown up, ” the shirtless bald man silently laughed, ”Excluding the weird mask he wears, that outfit can be sold at a high price. The shoes have a good price of around 200 Luzers. If we take him as a slave, we could earn a large portion of money!” He tossed his knife, caught it as he approached the young Don, two steps ahead.
”Oh my, good idea. That could be good in our business.”
Hermes, petrified, remembered his character's body was a useless person. He didn't possess any kind of blessings related to magic. Although he had a brain and mastered everything related to science and technology, he was freaking weak in close-quarter combat. Therefore, he needed to deceive the enemies. And don't let them got near to his position at all cost.
”Oooh,” Hermes shrugged his arms with a mocking gesture, ”Do you really think you can take me down easily? I know you're planning something.”
”Hmm.., ” the red-haired man surprised; his choice of words tittered him. ”He must read the situation very carefully. This young man has keen eyes but he was bluffing from the very beginning. Let's play along and see what he can do.” His men nodded with agreement.
Hermes clicked his tongue and resumed his bluff, ”To think you guys are hurting and targetting that old hag. I'm sorry, I mean old lady. Do you guys have no idea that there's authority will get you and bring you to prison?” His words didn't startle them but they only boisterously laughed instead.
”What's so funny then?”
He thought and folded his arms. He muttered, ”Aah, that's explains everything. I see. Poverty outclassed the mindset of the authorities in this district and money prevails over dignity. Manipulated… The security system was already partially unstable in this district so bandits can easily breakthrough. Gosh, why Chief Zamor didn't even tell us about this? Oh yeah, that reminds me, he already told me earlier before we went to the Village hall. C'mon, I'm a game developer of this world so I should be more knowledgeable about this event. …. Jeez, it's been over ten years since it was ended so how can I even recall something like this.”
”I guess the playtime is over.” The red-haired bandit said, lifting his sword behind him. ”Capture that man.”
”Yeah, it seems pretty interesting to take his clothes.” The bald bandit replied, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his knife from his tongue.
'Seriously? My clothes? That guy is a pervert! I change my clothes and its now pure white sleeves! 'Hermes covered his body when he got chilled from the bald one.
”Don't move!” said the young Don, with his hands raised to stop them. ”Huh?” The red-haired bandit was confused. ”What now?” The young Don stepped backward for two steps and continued, ”You two, don't you know what would happen if you tried to attack me?”
”.... No,” the two bandits replied. ”What gives?”
”Look at the corner, the red wall, you morons.” He pointed his right side. ”... Red wall? What just did you call me, kid?” the leader stepped his right foot forward but still, Hermes warned him once again. His face turned blue after he saw something pointing at his location. ”What the hell?”
'Oh, he's good. To think he set up a magical crossbow! Boss, you're wrong about this kid.' The leader thought. He bites his lips for failing to see it through. 'He's prepared!'
”I said, don't move. Hmm?” Hermes noticed that the leader stopped. ”What's going on?”
The red-haired bandit looked at his right and saw the shining stuff behind the huge hole. His face turned blue with cold sweat.
”Hey, Rag, why did you stop moving? Hey rag, rag!” said the bald bandit, shaking his left shoulder by his right hand. The leader of the group who had been exposed to his identity as Rag turned his cold gaze at him. ”Don't move, pal. Something is pointing in this direction.”
Hermes folded his arms while still gazing with the dark face at the bandits.
”Eh? What the heck, it's a crossbow?” The bald one panicked after he figured it out. It was a reversed trap. Hermes, clueless, stepped forward with an antagonistic manner. ”Hey, what's taking you so long, morons? You're afraid of me now?”
”Darn it, if we take a step, that weapon might trigger the other set of traps in this place. Sir, I think that weapon is a magical item. It can also contain an explosive arrow. One-shot will cost us to death. Damn, this kid has a lot of secrets on his sleeves. No wonder he is too confident to show himself. We shouldn't just approach him without asking for help?”
The bald bandit looked behind him. Several flashes of dark strings lay scattered behind the leader, holding the old lady from his side. The blonde-haired man's face turned blue like the others with cold sweat after he realized he's in big shit.
”Sir, I'm also in a shit situation,” the blonde pointing at the strings that's two inches away from him. ”Sorry, I can't help as well.”
”What?” Rag, surprised, turned his angry face at the young Don. ”Y' got us.”
”Don't touch it. That string…. That magical string might be a poisonous type. Looking at the purple color, it could be one. I experienced to touch something similar to my previous occupation as a merc. I was lucky back then to have an antidote. It was one of the types of assassination items to kill an enemy behind the scene.” The bald bandit explained, wiping out his sweat from his face. They turned their gaze at Hermes who had still no idea what's keeping them to move, however. Thus, all of them envisioned him as an evil c.u.n.t and a powerful opponent like his background written from the intel.
”What the heck? How did that bastard set this one from my back?” He asked, moving forward away from it. The old hag took a glance at the string, checking if it was real or not by her own eyes. When she noticed Hermes looked at her condition, she began to do something, ”Oh dear, please… please don't hurt me!” The old lady panicked, pushing herself away from the leader.
”Shut up!” he said, giving her a hard punch from her face. His action made the young Don shouted angrily. ”Old hag! You dirty bastards. That's an old lady, show some respect to your elders!”
”You dirty bastard,” said Rag while clenching his teeth. ”How did you set a trap in this place?”
'…. Eeeh? What trap is he talking about? Seriously, I just warned them to look at the right side because it was the direction of the guards.' The young Don, surprised, was unable to respond for a few seconds.
Hermes turned his gaze in the direction of the bandit's pointing at. He found a crossbow inside the wall and the string behind the leader.
'What? I didn't even know there was a crossbow on that side. What the heck are those strings? I don't have any slight idea of what they are afraid of that one. What's special in that simple thing…. Unless they mistakenly thought it was a poisonous weapon. Oooh…' His face turned dark and his scarlet eyes trembled with the scheme. 'What a coincidence.'
”Ooh, you finally realized, maggots.” He shrugged his arms and stepped three steps forward. ”You see, I already held your asses from the beginning. Judging in your ugly and filthy faces, you're a group of stupid assholes who don't like to negotiate in a good way. As per saying, to make a dog listen to his master's words, he must give them a little bit of taste of food to follow his command. Now, now, now…. put down your weapons in the ground, raise your hands and hand over the old lady immediately.”