*Maniganj, Dhaka. A town crowded with people, cars, and stores. It is a part of the capital, which results in traffic, noise pollution, and quarrels as regular occurrences. But still, the people are very welcoming and kind to anyone visiting their small town. But peace is not always going on in this town. Today is an example. A gang of 5 members entered the Maniganj Bank. They had guns and knives, which they used to scare ordinary people in the bank. While they were taking out the money from the bank locker, a man entered the bank out of nowhere. He was wearing green trousers and a black t-shirt. He walked towards the bank counter like nothing was going on. The leader of the robbers approached him.*
--(Leader) Hey! Who are you?
--I'm Abdullah, thanks for asking. (He made it sound like it explained everything.)
--I didn't ask your name. I'm asking what the hell you think you're doing.
--What do people come to the bank?
--To keep or take money.
--Exactly.
--... You are probably not noticing who we are.
--Are you a banker?
--No?
--Are you the manager?
--No!
--Then why the hell are you bothering me?!
*Abdullah punches the poor leader in the face. The punch was so hard that he flew toward one of his companions and crash-landed on him. The remaining one pointed his gun toward him*
--(Remaining member) Who are you? How the hell did you get in?
--Through the door.
--I didn't mean that! Didn't our gang members stop you?
--Oh, you mean the guards with those ski masks. Yeah, they tried to stop me. They also pointed long batons they had with them at me. That pissed me off, so I took those batons from them and beat them with those instead.
--Those were not batons. Those were rifles!
--Who gives a shit?!
*Abdullah grabs the paperweight on the counter and throws it at him out of rage. The paperweight hits him right at his...jewels down there.*
--(Gang member groans in pain)
--Take that! (laughs)
*The people in the bank started to applaud Abdullah. Abdullah jumped in surprise.*
--(A man) Thank you for saving us, Mr. Abdullah. I'm the manager of this bank. And we would like to gift you in any way you want for your bravery.
--Um, okay. I needed cash.
--You name the price. 100 thousand takas. 1 million takas. We will be glad to give it to you.
--Ah, no. I needed five 100 taka notes in exchange for this 500 Taka note. I need to pay the fare of the taxi driver over there. He didn't have any change, so I came here for it.
--Oh. I see(Takes five 100 taka notes). Here you are, sir.
--Thank you, and here you go(gives the 500 taka note).
--No, sir. You can keep that. Think of it as a gift from us.
--Uh-huh, okay.
*Abdullah Islam. A 20-year-old man. He is an unemployed man who moved to Maniganj for a job. He is a master of 4 different martial arts. Karate, Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu, taekwondo and a Bangladeshi Martial art named Butthan. He is also an astonishingly strong man who can break rocks with kicks and punches. But the only problem is that he doesn't care about anything. His master once told him that with the help of his talents, he could win over the entire world. Yet he didn't care. To him, a peaceful life without the greed for money or the want of earthly things is the best possible way to live. He thought he would do the same in Maniganj, taking a part-time job and living in a quiet place. But little is known to him that his dreams of a peaceful life are about to go in vain.*
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