116 Injustice
A man with smooth skin was eating beef soup in a stall that was quite crowded with visitors. Before the soup was finished, a middle-aged woman approached him with a plate of butter-fried chicken wings, french fries, and a glass of Sake.
“Oh.. I didn’t order this..”
The woman with the head that was already covered with a fair amount of grey hair imdiately shook her palm, “It’s free, Boss. Please accept it.”
“Gosh.. Auntie, you don’t have to be like this..” Marcel looked uneasy.
The woman shook her head, “It’s okay. I made it with pleasure. I have a lot of custors today. It’s all thanks to you, Boss Marcel.”
“I told you, don’t call Boss.” Marcel scratched the back of his non-itchy head. But, no matter how much he wanted to say it, it seed that these people never wanted to hear and kept calling him by that na.
“I’ve paid Yossi a weekly deposit,” Said the woman as she lifted the empty bowl from the table.
“Thank you, Ma’am. If you’re having a hard ti, don’t let my employees pressure you. Just tell if soone’s causing trouble.” He said.
“Oh.. Instead of being pushy, they’re really nice to . Just like the boss.” She winked, “Rember. It’s free. Don’t leave cash on the table again. Excuse ,” she continued before leaving.
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Marcel couldn’t help but smile weakly as he sighed softly. His eyes looked at the pile of food on the table, “Looks like I have to pack so more food for the boys.”
After finishing dinner, Marcel got into the car which imdiately drove to his headquarters. A man in a ponytail drove the car for him.
“Had the boys at headquarters have dinner?” Marcel asked Kenny.
“als have been distributed according to schedule. If you an Damian and the others, I have a report that they have returned from Bluevalley.” The man with an expressionless face answered.
“That’s good. They are the humans who are always hungry.” Marcel muttered in relief. He didn’t like wasting food.
A large building that used to be a movie theatre had been transford into the headquarters of a gangster group nad Red Jack Commander, or commonly known as RJC. The building was very nice and well maintained. Maybe, the locals would think it’s a private hotel or sothing. To be sure, no one could get in it except the n who always wear neat black clothes.
The black car that Marcel occupied entered the basent of the building. When the man ca out of it, he saw several mbers lined up and saluting him.
Marcel’s loafers echoed against the marble floor of the building as he walked. Even the pattern of his shoes tapping as he walked was already morized by the mbers, so that they would be ready to salute as soon as the man who had the appearance of a model passed by.
The round-shaped building had five floors. The room, or more accurately referred to as the house belonging to the leader of RJC, was on the fifth floor. It was a suite almost as luxurious as one in a five-star hotel.
Kenny opened the door to a room that was almost the size of a fifth floor. Marcel casually stepped inside. As soon as he entered the door, he was faced with a living room that had a masculine interior dominated by black and red colours. In the black leather sofa located in the middle of the living room, Damian, Renu, and Vico were seen.
RJC had three levels of mbers. The first was the chairman, Marcel Douglas. The second was the Major, naly Kenny Brown. Then, the third was Soldiers which were Vico Hustle, Damian Jamin, and Renu Khan.
Although Marcel was quite strict with the rest of his group’s mbers, to the four of them, he was relaxed like a brother. They could even enter his house freely as long as they didn’t touch his private room.
“You’re back, Boss?” Damian greeted in his usual loud voice. It looked like the three of them were playing cards with peanut shells all over the table.
Marcel placed two plastic bags of food on the granite table, “Playing cards again?”
Damian nodded as he directly checked the contents of the plastic bag. Instantly, a fragrant aroma burst out, “Nice! Fried chicken! Thank you, Boss!”
“You’re welco,” Marcel replied by taking off his coat and hanging it on the hanger near the door.
Marcel joined Kenny who had sat down first. He didn’t forget to grab a can of cold beer on the table, opened it, and took a big gulp, “Why are you guys playing cards so much lately?” he asked by picking up a peanut shell in front of Vico.
“Ah.. It’s my money!” Vico exclaid directly.
“Money?” Marcel put on a confused face while watching the peanut shell he was still holding.
“We use peanuts instead of money,” Damian said with a wide grin before quickly devouring the fried chicken that was already in his hands.
Marcel let out a tired sigh, then, lightly tossed the peanut shell back on the table, “It’s the sa as gambling. Even if you replace them with peanut shells, it’s a start that ends in your desire to use real money.” he shook his head slowly.
“Is it? This was Vico’s idea.” Damian replied.
“Relax, Boss. We will never get out of hand. Isn’t it right, Renu?” Damian continued by embracing the thick eyebrows man who was sitting next to him.
“I thought you never wanted to play their stupid ga?” Marcel asked Renu.
“They forced ,” Renu answered flatly.
“Oh.. There are a veggie soup and French fries in the other plastic. You can eat them.” Marcel rembered. It was because Renu didn’t like to eat too much at. He preferred to eat veggies to maintain his body health.
“This is great! Thank you,” It was Damian who was busy opening the other pouch.
Marcel could only shake his head at the red-haired boy’s behaviour. Maybe, because he was the youngest, his behaviour beca childish.
Finally Marcel got up from his seat, then, walked inside leaving the group of n behind. He stepped into his spacious room with a large window overlooking the white snow-covered streets of Handway City. The moon was shining quite brightly because it was not snowed all day.
To be honest, he never liked winter. The snow that fell, piled up, making everything look pure white, seed to frighten him. The mories that carved the wound in his chest seed to never heal forever.
He walked over to a big bed. The large bed only accommodated a lonely man. He sat on the side, then, his hand reached for a photo fra perched on the night table. Photo of a smiling family. Even so, that smile looked pathetic. But at least, there was so warmth in it.
Marcel would never forget what he once had. All that disappeared and could not be returned. All that ca and must be defended. All the mories that left scars that made him the Marcel Douglas he was today.
“Jack.. Can you see from up there? I’m sorry that I can’t be as brave as you. Sorry I can’t be as strong as you.” He muttered while looking at the figure of the light brown-haired boy who was laughing widely in the photo. “If grandma leaves in the end, doesn’t that an that I’m the only living human in this photo?” he smiled faintly.
After finishing his bath, Marcel ca out of his room again into the living room. The room looked neat and quiet. The boys had gone. There was only a big man with shoulder-length hair who always seed to be in a ponytail wherever he went.
“Did sothing happen?” Marcel sat on the sofa. From Kenny’s face, he could tell that the man was about to pass along information that seed quite important.
“They’ve doubled the rate,” Kenny said.
“What?” Marcel’s brows furrowed.
Kenny nodded once, “They said, since Hell Gate fell, they had to raise rates to cover costs...”
“F*ck with the costs! I know Hell Gate has fallen and I know things are getting a bit chaotic. But if they doubled it, that’s unacceptable!” Marcel’s voice rose.
“I know. I’m also sure that RJC wasn’t the only one who objected. But they didn’t receive any protest. If anyone resisted, they would be done. That’s what they said.” Kenny explained with his head down. To be honest, he felt ashad of himself for not being strong enough to face those people. Everyone had tried, but they all failed and almost lost their lives.
Marcel rubbed the bridge of his nose, “If things are like this, it is certain that various groups will start a war to expand their territory to increase their inco. We can’t stay calm. Speed ??up the mbers’ recruitnt and double it.” he ordered.
Kenny nodded, “Understood, Boss. Then, I’ll excuse myself.” He said by standing up.
“Oh.. Kenny. Please also make new rules for all mbers. Every morning, they must practice self-defence without exception. No one should be lazy. Tighten the guarding of our territories. The mistake Hell Gate made was it let its guard too down so it could be easily attacked. That can’t happen to RJC.”
“Well,” Kenny answered, then, bowed respectfully before exiting the room door.
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