The sailor's door burst open to reveal ten men, all wearing flat caps, with smiles on their faces as if they were ready to drink the day away. They came inside the bar as if they owned it.
"Hahaha, I'm telling you. He's already here."
"Yeah, he's probably already drunk."
"Well boys, let's join him."
The ten men all walked in one by one, like a group of hyenas. They were teasing and jerking around with a merry attitude. This was usually the time when they would get drunk as they would have to work at night–a policy of the Capo gang.
But then, their moods were spoiled when they saw an unfamiliar teen in their bar. They were supposed to be alone. The owner knew that, or else he would be fined heavily by the Capo gang or risk his bar getting trashed.
"Hey bartender. Who is this guy? We're supposed to be alone."
"Relax man. This guy is probably a new hire."
"Ahh, is that so? Then give us a drink, new kid. Make it fast or else you know what will happen to you. We're the Capo gang!"
The group of men laughed at each other, completely confident. There were ten of them, and everyone knew what would happen when someone tried to defy them.
Caesar smiled. "Okay. I'll give you a taste."
The men smiled and sat at the tables, getting ready to have a party.
"There's no women here. Hey, new hire! Dance for us, will you?"
"Hahaha, you. You are probably this guy's type!"
Everyone laughed while Caesar went behind the bar to fetch a bottle of alcohol. Meanwhile, the bartender was looking aghast at Caesar. He didn't know if he should follow Caesar or not.
He had the money, but the bartender was unsure whether the Capo gang would allow Caesar to buy this bar. After all, this bar was on their payroll.
"Just humor them for now," the bartender whispered to Caesar. "I'll talk to Kopra later and tell him that you're buying the bar. You'll have to pay a fee, but it's better than getting harassed by the Capo gang."
Caesar just took a bottle of vodka from the myriad of different colored alcohol bottles displayed on the bar. He took the most expensive vodka called "the humiliation".
"Hey! Where's our drinks?"
"Yeah! Don't make us wait or else we'll make you our personal slave. Hahaha!"
"Speaking of which, where's that guy–"
A man suddenly stopped his sentence as he felt something from the bottom of his feet. It was as if he stepped on something squishy, like a dead body.
The man looked down.
"AHH!"
The man saw his friend's body lying at the bottom of his table. He was unmoving, even though the man kicked him in the chest. He looked pale as a corpse, with severe bruising around his jaw.
"What happened?"
Everyone was intrigued, and immediately looked at where the man was pointing. They were all shocked to see their colleague down on the ground.
But before they could even understand what happened, Caesar shouted at them.
"Here's your drinks!"
Caesar threw the bottle towards the nearest Capo gang member, right in the forehead. The bottle immediately shattered, sending glass shards and vodka all over the place. The man unfortunate enough to be hit with it was immediately knocked out.
"You have made an enemy of the Capo gang!"
"You're dead meat!"
These Capo gang members were one of the elite soldiers of the group, with their stats ranging in the 50s to 60s. They trained their physicality to the utmost limit. And now, they were all gunning to kill Caesar.
The Capo gang members immediately surrounded Caesar. They took out knives from their pockets, playing with it and rolling it around their fingers.
"Get him!"
Five men immediately lunged towards him with sharp knives. Caesar didn't even have to exert any effort as he ducked down and strategically hit one neck after the other.
Caesar hit their necks with such speed that they didn't even know what happened. They only felt a sharp pain as they passed out.
Caesar was impressed with his strength and speed. He used to have trouble dealing with 3 people who had stats in the 30s, but now he can deal with 5 people with stats in the 50s.
The Capo gang members were immediately alarmed as they saw half of them immediately fall down without much of a fight. They realized they were dealing with someone serious.
But they didn't fret. Even if Caesar was physically strong, there was one thing that he, as a human being, had a weakness from. And that was a gun.
He could not dodge from a bullet, they thought.
They immediately took out a pistol from their jacket pockets and aimed it at Caesar. They smiled and pulled the trigger.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Five gunshots echoed through the bar. And through their training, they were able to aim accurately at Caesar's head who was only a few feet away from them.
They smiled as they saw Caesar's head shot back. He's dead, they thought.
But then, they saw Caesar's head slowly move down. Chills went down their spines. How could he survive five shots from the head? Was he a zombie?!
The first thing they saw was a smile on Caesar's face. And in the middle of his white teeth was a bullet, exactly from the barrel of their guns.
And the four other bullets hit Casear's forehead, eyebrow, left cheek, and nose. But none of them penetrated his skin.
How could this be?!
Caesar smiled. His skin had finally turned strong enough to even withstand the piercing power of a speeding bullet. That was all physical durability; he didn't even have to use any Miracle power.
"My time,"
Caesar then sucked in a lot of air and spat out the bullet in his teeth. The bullet directly hit the Capo gang member that shot him, dead. He then took out the rest of the bullets from his face and threw them back to their owners. Dead.
The bartender slowly stood up from the bar, with his jaw opened wide. Ten Capo gang members, all dead. Caesar dismantled them without any effort. He was a monster.
The monster, Caesar, walked away towards the door with a straight face. He looked back at the bartender.
"Use the extra money to repair any damages done from this."
The bartender immediately straightened up. Caesar knew that he upped the price. A cold sweat dropped in his back thinking how he could have ended up like the Capo gang members.
"But…but…won't Kopra take revenge?"
Caesar smiled. "I killed him." Caesar left, leaving the bartender even more surprised.
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Trough Street. Night.
Rola looked around the party. There were men and women drinking and dancing in the club while the jazz band played upbeat music that seemed to have magic in them that made anyone who listened to it want to move their bodies.
This was a familiar sight, but completely different. Back then, she was just a pusher for the Capo gang, barely even making money while doing all of the work.
Now, she was in charge of this whole club.
Caesar was a complete mystery to her. In a span of a few days, he was able to take over the Capo gang's operations and make it his own.
He said it was easy. 'You just have to kill them all, and then you can get everything from them,' he said.
"Oh My God! What is this?! Is this Joy?"
At the corner of the club, where there was a minibar positioned, Rola saw Uver, with his signature droopy eyes, selling pure Joy to a customer.
He didn't even have to speak about the miraculous effects of the drug. All he had to do was to give them a little taste. Then, he watched as his customer did all the marketing for him.
"What is that? Is that a new product of the Capo gang?"
"No, I heard that this one is from some new group."
"Really? Won't the Capo gang get angry at them?"
"I heard that they're disbanded. Don't you see other people selling Joy?"
It was true. At this point, almost all customers still believed that the Capo gang was alive and well. But for the gangs and organizations surrounding Trough Street, it was old news.
With the Capo gang out of the picture, some gangs decided that it was time for them to take over the business.
Rola already saw 5 suspicious individuals roaming the club, talking up the guests and secretly selling their Joy. Caesar told her to chase out any of the organizations, but everytime she tried to approach them, they disappeared like mice.
She wasn't in a hurry. At this rate, they would already sell out the 5 kilograms of Joy and earn 10 million Parou this night.
But before she could celebrate, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation from her heart. She didn't know why, but it indicated danger.
Then, three people walked into the club, with swagger in their steps. They wore a red suit, with an emblem of a circle containing a cross. She knew who they were. They were from the Krabers!