"So you are the rebellious young man, who dared to beat my man.
I was born to rise in rebellion, so you better know your place and let me go before my people come, I will magnanimously forget the old grudges and let you go.
You have gut young man, even when you are surrounded by a group of bandits, you still dared to threaten their leader.
State your name, I usually don't bother to ask the name of my product, but you have piqued my curiosity.
I am called 'Monkey D. Goku.'
These two were none other than Norman and the bandit leader Vayne.
"So tell me, how did you end up in Alion's stomach?" asked Vayne.
Norman was confused by that name since he didn't know who Alion was, so he said, "Sorry, but I don't know anyone with that name."
Hearing this, Vayne frowned. He was deep in thought for a few moments, then he continued, "I am asking about that giant monster."
"Oh, so you were talking about that anaconda. Man, really, that was something. I don't know how there is a monster living here and it's not known by the world."
"You didn't answer my query."
"Oh, sorry, talk about rude," chuckled Norman. "I don't know myself how I ended up in that situation. I was just making content for V-Tube, and then I woke up in the middle of the river. Then I tried to find my way out, only to be attacked by that monster."
"You can go now," said Vayne with a poker face.
Hearing this, Norman took his leave. As he came outside of Vayne's carriage, he didn't return to his room but tried to go in the opposite direction. Just as he was getting out of sight, a bandit noticed him and hurriedly caught him.
"Where are you trying to run?" asked the bandit, only to be slapped by Norman.
The man was dumbfounded by the situation. He felt like his role was somehow switched.
"Your boss told me to leave. Are you trying to disobey your boss?"
"I didn't know about it."
"If you don't believe it, why don't you go and ask yourself?" (Believe me, you shithead, thought Norman.)
"This, this, I am sorry," said the man.
Seeing that the man had no intention of stopping him, Norman tried to leave calmly. Although he wanted to run away from this place as fast as possible, he had to maintain his image. Seeing Norman walking so calmly, the man was convinced that the boss had let him go. He secretly wiped off his sweat. "Phew, nearly angered the boss."
"What is going on? Why is he going into the forest?" an armored man came and inquired. This was the same man who had been thrown by Norman earlier.
"Ah, Sir Tris, the boss gave permission to let him go," said the scrawny man.
"What?" exclaimed Tris. He found it hard to believe that the boss had let a "product" go. He found this situation suspicious, so he tried to stop Norman, only to see him running toward the forest at full speed.
"Why is he running?" Thwack! The man was slapped on his face.
"Catch him, you bastard!"
A few moments later.
Norman was fuming with rage. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I AM GOING TO SUE YOU GUYS!" he yelled, waving his fists in the air. "YOU ARE GOING AGAINST THE WRONG GUY.
I HAVE MY FAIR SHARE OF CONNECTIONS, EVEN AMERICAN PRESIDENT HAVE TO LISTENED MY WOES. HAHAHA, YOU BETTER PREPARE YOURSELF!"
The bandits couldn't believe their ears. They were left speechless by the shamelessness of this guy. Norman, sitting inside the carriage, couldn't believe there were still people like this in the modern era. "Everything is useless, even those damn police. I did pay for my taxes," he muttered under his breath.
"Getting out of here would be tough," he sighed. "Maybe if we all work together," he thought, but then he looked at the people staring blankly in the room and sighed again. "I better sleep, otherwise I will also go crazy," he said, before letting out a shout. "And make sure you bring me three meals a day! Don't forget to add meat, and also salad, if possible desert!"
He quickly shut his mouth, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. "Well, at least I can dream," he thought with a chuckle, before drifting off to sleep.