"Oho, look at that chick man. She looks so good."
"Fucker, it's still too young. Let's wait till it matures."
Boltus remained on the side listening to their conversation with embarrassment.
If someone heard their words without context, they might consider these hooligans to be the lowest of the scums.
But in actuality, all they were doing was shopping for chickens for their boss.
'Does she always eat that weird chicken dish?'
Boltus remembers clearly how many bowls of this dish his boss ate last night. And it might seem from the bags of chicken they have already bought, last night may repeat itself.
"Are you done guys?..."
"Don't call us guys, people will think we are some kids. Remember! Use bros or dudes" Whispered Oily, while Boulder kept looking for his perfect 'chick'.
'But you are kids.'
Boltus can't believe how stupid these two were in actuality. But, as a noob in the gang business, always follow your seniors.
"Bruh! You, done?" Boltus asked in gang speak.
"Yea bro, just let me buy three more chicks," Boulder answered before hunching back down towards the chicken pen.
"Ok, bro."
Boltus thought that his morning would start with asking for protection money from the restaurants, as he was ordered last night. But he seems to have thought wrong.
The gang work comes later, the priority is given to buying good chicken for their boss.
'Hmm, this is taking time. Guess, I should do some meditation.' Boltus didn't intend to waste any time. He needs to be stronger than the main cast of the otome game if he wishes to survive and attract their attention.
His boss will join the academy as well and is part of many of the events that will happen in that academy.
And with him being a henchman, there is no way he will remain unscathed.
'30% of my veins have been formed, with this rate, I would need three more days at most.'
And as he started to meditate, Boltus released a silent sweeper in the air.
A kind of fart with no sound, that he had practiced last night to fart stealthily.
"Eww… this smell."
"This fucker bastard"
"He farted again."
And so, the shopping was cut short as the trio left in furry under the barrage of curses from the shop owner and the cries of chickens.
*****
"Remember, only fart if they don't accept our protection."
"Yeah, Bruv. This is our first rodeo, we don't want to miss this one up."
"You cunts talking as if I could control my farts."
"Huh? You can't?"
"I mean… Yes, I can, but how the fuck did you guys notice this."
After submitting their portion of chicken to the chef of their boss, the trio left under the supportive eyes of their boss who seemed happier over the batches of the chicken they bought, than their first actual job.
It was time to collect protection fees.
"Bruh, just don't talk. Just keep staring at the boss and ladies in the restaurant, I am sure it will be enough."
"Yeah man… my mum tells me that nothing scares her more than the dead stare of an ugly customer." Boulder Mike spoke while beating his chest with confidence. He was showing the experience of his prostitute mother.
"Yeah, I know why."
'I have read enough doujins to know why.'
Boltus was uneasy about his first actual job as a gang member. He can't mess up, the better he performs the higher his income would be.
'Oh yeah, my boss didn't mention any income yet. Gotta confirm it with her when I go back. Probably sign some contract, just to be sure.'
The restaurant they entered was a small one. But as it was afternoon and time for lunch, it was filled to the brim with workers who came to rest and fill their empty stomachs.
But the moment Boltus entered the restaurant with a dead stare along with his companions. The whole restaurant went silent.
"Whatcha looking at, go eat your fucking food." Oily Jack said while slapping the head of a man.
"Fucking retards. Go back to doing whatever you were doing before. I am here for some official business."
Boltus remained like a tumor wall. Staring at people, making them uneasy.
Some even hid their food away from Boltus's gaze, they feared that he would steal it if they let their guard down.
'Fucking bastards, I have been on a diet for a month now, why would I want to eat your food.' Boltus's forehead creased in anger. Which in turn caused further misunderstanding among the customers, who shifted their seats to hide their food completely.
"Oye, pay up. We have protected your restaurant for the last month."
"What protected, all you guys do is steal our chickens. We won't be paying, go bring your boss here if you have any problem."
Albeit a bit scared of the menacing Boltus that silently stood in the back. The man still denied any protection money.
He was already fed up with these gang members since long ago. It's the story of every season, new gangs rise and older ones die down. But the protection money remains the same.
"This fucking cu…"
"Let me handle this." Boltus knew it was his time to shine.
Although now these guys have said to follow their command. But the way they asked for protection fees, Boltus knew that these two kids were truly amateur.
'And I thought they were my seniors.' His partners acted like how the high school students think how gangsters act.
'Let me show you how to act.'
Boltus came forward and looked deeply at the old man. And a dirty grin appeared on his face.
"Sorry for these kids. They are young and might make mistakes from time to time. This is the age of making mistakes, you can't blame them for it." Then Boltus turned his head toward the young waitress, specifically the dish in her hand. 'Wait, isn't this fried chicken? It's been so long since I had it. Didn't know this world has fried chicken as well.'
Boltus recalled, as he accidentally licked his lips.
Which was noticed by the restaurant owner.
'This bastard… he is threatening my daughter.'
"So how about we can settle this like grown-ups?" Boltus said with a shit-eating grin on his face.
But the connotation that reached the restaurant owner was completely different.
'This evil man... Settle like grown-ups?' The restaurant owner knew that flaring here may just affect the sales of his restaurant. So he calmed himself down.
"Ok, we... I will pay."
In the end, he thought it was not worth it. The ugly bastard that came with the two seemed to be the leader of the group and from his face, he seems to have done some time in prison too.
So it was better to just pay them and send them away.
*****
"This is how you do things. No need to waste my farts on things like these." Boltus was proud.
They just came back from their third restaurant with a fat load of cash in their pockets.
"But how bruv? How did you do it?"
"See, it's not about curses or bro-hood. You gotta be threatening. Stop with this bruv and dude shit. Wear clean suits and black glasses. " Boltus started his rant about how a gang member should be.
"Look at the shoe, it has a hole in it. And what about this jacket…" Boltus explained the faults in the clothes of his two companions at the start.
"You gotta be cool and cool people don't talk much. Just speak a few words and that is enough." Recalling the countless mafia-themed media Boltus has consumed in his previous life. He started to give out a proper lesson on what it means to be a gangster.
"See, you guys probably know the background of our boss, right?"
He asked, just to confirm. And both of them nodded. "Yeah, she seems to be from some rich family."
"Yeah, she even got some bodyguards. They look pretty menacing." Boulder recalled the fear he felt after bumping into one of these bodyguards.
"Those are professional gangsters, their suits are clean and they rarely speak. Didn't you feel fear whenever you meet them, even if they don't say a thing?"
At this question, both of them nodded in response.
"That is level two gangster, they have abandoned their amateur phase and entered the big leagues. Their income is pretty good too."
Boltus kept explaining his understanding of the retainer and vassal system employed by nobles.
"Just know that all these noble families are just giant gangster families. And their "knights" are just henchmen like us. The only difference is how we denote them."
"The knights are the dogs of nobles and us henchmen are dogs of our boss. There is no difference between us."
"The only thing we henchmen lack is strength. We gotta get stronger if we wish to become a grade three henchman."
Under Boltus's words, the blood of the two retards started to pump, they have started to look forward to upgrading to the high level of henchman and even the dream of owning their henchman was not too far.
"From what I can recall from my time as a noble, the level three henchmen are given their land and servants by the bosses."
"Our land?"
"Of course… So how about it? Keep following me and both of you may turn into a grade two henchman at the very least."
At these words, the two retards nodded their heads like a chick.
'Domesticated, at last.'