Trough street, Capo Gang main base
A few minutes after Caesar and Rola moved away from Trough street, two figures walked inside with arrogance and superiority in their steps.
They both wore red uniforms, and anyone who saw them would immediately be intimidated. Even normal humans would know not to mess with these two strangers as they exuded a dangerous feeling.
Miracled would also sense the intense Miracle power leaking out from their body.
They looked around and saw the chaos and aftermath of the confrontation between Caesar and the Capo gang with Boban. All that was left were dust, burned tables and chairs, and 6 corpses left on the ground with holes in their chests.
"Are you sure he was here?" a man on the left asked.
"Yes. He was here not long ago," answered a woman.
"Good. He won't get away. We'll make him know why the Krabers are the top dog in this industry."
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Caesar and Rola returned to the orphanage. Rola's first thought was to find out if Ybarra was safe and sound. He had suffered the most injuries from the battle before. She blamed herself.
If she had her lightning powers from the start, she could have defeated Zaturn before he treated his family with broken bones and trauma.
"Rola!" Vrija panicked. "The doctors won't treat Ybarra!"
Vrija's hair was now disheveled with her very curly hair all tied up as if she had stayed up all night. She could see the worriedness in her eyes.
In Vrija's perspective, she was the reason why all of this happened in the first place. If she had not been kidnapped, Ybarra would not have been put in this situation.
"Take me there," Rola said.
Rola hurried as she went towards the Community Health Hospital just a few streets away from the orphanage. This hospital was supposed to be a public hospital, which was paid for by the government.
This means that people could get treated from this hospital for very cheap fees or even no fees at all. At least, that was what it was supposed to be.
Human greed was greater than anyone ever expected it to be. See, it was only the poor or underprivileged people who got to have free or cheap treatment in the hospital. As you can guess, the hospital earns very little profit from this.
So, the hospital managers decided to just reject poor people from their hospital. They would make up an excuse like, 'you are rude, you are not following hospital rules, or this hospital has no extra beds or doctors to serve you.'
Of course, those excuses were all bullshit lies so that they could reject giving away their services for free to the poor people.
Soon, Rola burst through the double doors of the hospital and went directly to the emergency room. The guards quickly saw their 'poor' clothes, and immediately turned to stop them.
But Rola's anger was bubbling under the surface. She subconsciously conjured a small amount of lightning on her body to move beyond what the guard could see.
With one side-step, the guard was left grabbing the air. He even felt a small sting on his arm as if he was grounded by electricity.
Rola went directly to the emergency room which was an open room filled with beds on either side. The beds were only separated by cheap and almost translucent curtains.
"Please help him! We'll pay you!" Mitre's pleas echoed through the curtain partition on the far right.
Rola quickly went inside the partition and saw Ybarra lying on the hospital bed with a pained look on his face. His shoulders were still bleeding, even though it had been a long time since he was here in this hospital.
The doctor wearing clean white robes was doing nothing. "I can't do anything. Our hospital can refuse to serve criminals."
"I told you. We are not criminals!" Mitre insisted.
The doctor backed away from Mitre. "That is a gunshot. This is clearly a gang-related shoot-out."
Mitre couldn't say anything. From a perspective, the doctor's words were true. They did have a gang fight that resulted in this gunshot wound, but a doctor was supposed to heal a patient no matter what.
"We'll pay for it. No matter what it costs, we will pay for it. Just save him," Rola said, looking straight at the doctor.
The doctor couldn't help but snicker at her words. From what he saw, these kids were just some street kids who were just living out on sewage and trash bins. Where would they get the money to pay for his expensive fees?
And, paying would not solve this problem. If the hospital accepted the fee from them, then they could get in trouble with the government. So, it was better to just refuse service.
"What? Do you think we can't pay for it?" Rola frowned.
"We cannot heal you. That is what our superiors told us. Oh, will you look at the time! I'm supposed to have surgery today," the doctor said, looking at his hand with no watch.
Rola could do nothing but watch as the doctor ran away with his tail tucked behind his legs. He was a cowardly doctor who did not care about his patients' lives and just wanted to please his superiors.
"Don't worry. I'll find someone that will help us," Rola said as she stormed out of the emergency room. She will find a doctor even if it means dragging them by their ears.
"Hey!"
Caesar felt a forceful hand clamp on his shoulders. When he turned to look, he saw the guard that they ran away from in the entrance.
"This is the guy, sir. He was one of them," the guard said, talking to an old balding man wearing a suit.
The old man with the suit had a condescending look on his face, like he knew he was better than anyone in this room. Caesar knew exactly who this guy was.
It was easy to tell as the nurses, doctors, and even the patients looked down whenever this guy would look at them. But they were not looking down because they respected him, it was because they feared him.
There was only one reason why. It was because this guy can decide whether they get fired or not. This guy was the manager of this hospital.
"Kid. Do you know that this is private property? It's not something that the likes of you can just dirty our floors with mud," the old man said while pinching his nose, implying Caesar smelled bad.
Caesar sneered. "How much would a floor even cost? Surely it's less than what you're paying for hair growth serums."
The old man almost choked as he heard Caesar's reply. He immediately patted his almost bald head, thinking that he was losing hair from the stress he was getting from Caesar.
"Kid! Did no one ever teach you manners?!"
"No one had to teach me that balding men should just give up and shave their head."
"YOU!"
The old man wanted to squeeze Caesar's head and pull off every strand of his hair so that he knew the pain of losing hair. But he stopped himself, knowing that it would create drama in the hospital.
"Tsk…why did this kid have to make trouble just when the owner is visiting…" the man whispered to himself, biting his fingernails in anxiousness.
"Fine. If you are able to pay off the damages you have done to this hospital, I am willing to let you stay here," the man said, thinking that Caesar would just run off if he heard the price.
"Just pay me 1 million Parou, then my hospital will welcome you with open arms," the old man said with a sly smile on his face. He'll pass out from hearing this, he thought.
But Caesar just smiled hearing that cheap price. Keep in mind, Caesar earned 10 million Parou in one day and will continue on as long as he sold his Pure Joy.
"Fine. You can take credit, right?"
The old man couldn't help but clean his ears as he tried to understand Caesar's words. He can pay for it? He must have heard it wrongly, he thought.
"That's 1 million Parou. With 6 zeros."
"Yeah, I know. I can only pay through checks as I don't carry small change like that."
The old man was speechless as he did not expect that Caesar was able to pay off this kind of money. Even he, a big manager of this hospital, only had a few million Parou in his savings account.
"You are lying! There's no bank like this!" the old man couldn't help but shout.
"What's going on here?"
A mature woman's voice inquired from the back. The old man looked back and almost had a heart attack. A few of his hairs fell out.
"M-Miss owner. I thought you would come a few hours later." the old man stuttered
"Some plans fell through. Tell me what's happening here," the woman said as she eyed Caesar.
"It's this kid, miss. He's trying to pay through this unknown bank. He surely made this up. Who names a bank 'Black Market Savings'?"
When the woman saw the violet card in Caesar's hands, her eyes showed shock and she couldn't help but look at Caesar, the owner of the mythical and legendary VIP card of the black market.