"Make way for the Royals!" The announcer hooted as a path was cleared out for the royal's vehicle to zoom by. Limo, luxurious royal carriage and armoured vehicles swept the street, forming a long line. When everything is going fine, one kid stood in the middle of the street, forcing the line to come to a halt.
"Hey kid!" The driver blared his horn as he poke his head out of the car window and shouted. "Make way!" The kid didn't listen to them, as he stood there, like a guarding angel, an unmovable statue, or maybe he was just deaf. "You fucking brat!" The driver get out of his car upon seeing that the kid didn't gave a fuck about his yelling. He raised his hand high, about to give him a good old slap and beating, but then, the Royal member exited his carriage and stopped him.
"What are you doing young boy?" The man asked, interested. "I am protecting these rats, so they can move to their new home." The boy replied, he is dirty, shabby, but yet very strong willed, both mentally and physically. "Why, they are rats. Stinky, filthy sewer rats." The man asked, confused. Wonder why a kid would protect these pesky pests. "They had a life too." The boy replied, staring back. "Things that had life should have a chance to live, to prove." He answered.
"Oh, it is, then what are you going to be one day? Young man." The man patted the boy's head, his oily greasy hair stained his white glove, but he didn't mind. "I am going to be an admiral!" The boy spoke with such determination. "I am going to help the poor!" "Very well then" He patted the kid on his shoulder and smiled. "Bring him back" He turn around and told his assistant. "I wanted a boy just like this, what is your name again?"
"Dan, Dan Strong."
"Ah~" Dan chugged down an entire jar of beer like it was nothing. "Now that is good drinking!" He laughed out, the other customers, and even the boss cheered for him. They all seem happy to meet him. "Wow, you sure got a reputation here at City W." I take a sip out of the expresso cocktail Dan ordered specially for me; he still remembers that I love coffee huh. "Of course! Boss Dan here, he is the new Robin Hood!" One of the customers laughed out, the rest cheered, agreeing his statement.
"Nah, that's nothing guys!" Dan waved his hands, his face red, both drunk and in embarrassment. "What had you done for the past three years Dan?" I asked, curious. "No, because I am not quite of a brainy guy. So, I joined a local mafia gang." He began his story. "And for some reason, people in there are very physical. Like they just keep on challenging me, I keep on winning, and here I am. The leader of all mafias, king of the underground world." The crowd cheered again, these people are his damn fans, let me tell you.
"So, what did you do for living. Smuggling? Kidnapping? Drugs? You do drugs?" I asked out. "No, no, no." He immediately denied. "Boss Dan here, he does engineering and architecture!" The owner of the bar helped him to answer. "He built stuff, you saw this bar, he built it. Almost every building in City W is built under his name. He also held underground matches, sometimes he even fought in the arena himself!" The old bar owner waved a few fists, the customers laughed again.
"Because I found out most of these men are just people with very little education background." Dan explained as the waiter refilled his jar of beer. For how many times, his fifth cup? Sixth? I had no idea, he is an alcohol dumper, just like what he used to be back in the good old days. "They didn't want to commit crimes; they had no choice. So, I wanted to give them a way, where they could earn their bucket of gold with their own sweat and didn't need to feel guilty about it." He smiled, happy for his decision. Right at that moment, the beer had been fully refilled, he immediately finished it once more in one go, before letting out a burp of satisfaction.
"Boss! Boss!" While we are enjoying our time in the cosy bar, a man suddenly stumbled into it, calling for Dan. "What happened?" Dan approached and asked while calming the man down. "The Silver Knights, they are raiding our area again!" He screamed, the people within the bar let out a gasp. "He is hurting the people!" "Hurting my people?!" He roared, clenching his fist in anger. "Bring me to him!" And with that the two dashed out of the shop.
I hop off my seat and decided to follow, but the rest didn't budge. "Why are you guys not going?" I asked. "Tch, there is nothing for us to watch." One of the customers laughed out. "What?" I asked, didn't they care for him? "Just go and watch the show, you will know why." The owner waved his hands. "No worries, I will keep the tab for you, now go." "Alright…" With that I dashed out from the shop, and headed to an alley, where a huge commotion is going on. Two huge gang of people were gathered in a narrow alley, in the middle of it were two men, arguing.
"You can hurt me, Chariot, but not my family!" Dan roared, the anger causes his muscle to pop, his shirt is at the verge of ripping. "Family? Those are our ATM machines, family. Ironic." A gentleman in white laughed, bonking the staff in his hand on Dan's head. "How about this, we had a duel shall we?" He challenged. "Toe to toe, if you win, you kept your area, and if you doesn't…" He grasped his palm with a sudden force. "I am going to crush the place into smithereens.
"Alright then, make way please." Dan waved his hands, his man backs up, some with a smirk on their face. They felt pitiful for the pathetic guy, he is crowned imperial for a reason. "You see, the Oslum metal gain me a very, fitting, power." He waved his stick; the gold money flew out of his pocket. They started to liquify, circling around him. Gold manipulation huh, that's rich. "I am able to manipulate gold out of will, and as you know, gold are extremely durable, there is no w-"
Before he could finish his introduction, Dan lunged one punch towards him, the punch shoot out like a rocket. But stopped, when it was just an inch away from his face. "You misse-" Before Chariot could let out a smirk, a gust of what seems like a typhoon swept the alley, causing him and his men to be blown away and pinned onto the wall. When all of the win stopped, all of them are pretty much lumps of shits. "Call the ambulance." He ordered his followers. They all cheered, even the residence too, chanting for his name. Looks like three years didn't make him weaker, he is still strong, still the strongest man alive.