A black car was parked near the street's edge, not too far from Hirvan and in a low-key manner.
" Boss, did you see his move? His fighting techniques were comparable to those of the pros!"
A man with boorish hair and a buzz cut turned his head and looked at the back seat with excitement.
In the dimly lit backseat of a sleek black car, a man was looking outside while exuding an aura of power and danger. His muscular body filled the seat, his brown hair styled in a slick, classic manner contrasting with the scar that cut through his eyebrow, adding a mysterious edge to his handsome face. His piercing brown eyes command attention, hinting at a depth of experience and intimidation. A strong jawline added to his rugged appearance, and his tall frame gave him a dominating presence. Despite his outlawed nature, there was an undeniable charm to him, a combination of danger and allure that drew you in, making it impossible to look away.
" umm"
In agreement, the man hummed.
He was distracted by the mischievous smile of the red-haired boy, whose eyes were full of excitement and juvenile ecstasy. He had not seen this vivid expression for quite some time.
" Do you want me to check him? It would be a good idea to employ people like him for the next raid!"
The buzzcut man rubbed his hands and looked at him with anticipation.
Irama hesitated, uncertain as to what action he would take in the coming days.
His 24 years of life were filled with suffering and hardship.
To ensure his safety, his grandfather removed him from that dreadful family and placed him in a normal one. But with his unlucky fate, His adopted family was also affected by the downsizing wave, leading to a very poor financial situation.
In addition, his grandfather was involved in an accident and passed away unexpectedly.
Irama was left with no one who cared about him. His adoptive parents perceived him as a nuisance and an extra mouth to feed.
He had to rely solely on himself to survive. He matured at a faster pace than his peers due to working part-time night shifts and studying daytime at school. Even though his adopted family had deserted him, he still held on to them in his heart and would give his siblings money regularly to avoid malnutrition. But the world played a cruel joke on him. His adopted father, an alcohol and gambling addict, sold him to a gang instead of paying his debts.
For some period of time, he had given up on himself and felt like everyone and everything was against him. He was living like a soulless person until he met the legendary figure of the Tiger gang who was the talk of the underground community. The imaginary bulky scarface man in his mind turned out to be a handsome 30-ish man without cruelty or violence in his eyes.
It was an accident that he had a brief conversation with the man. His appearance made the boss choose him to cater to this special guest, only serving them dishes or pouring wine.
In the Gang, His work was always sabotaged by jealous people who were dissatisfied with him. Before, he didn't care about the outcome of their dirty tricks. However, this time was different. They drugged him and sent him to the man's hotel room, reasoning that the guest had given him special attention in the restaurant by talking to him.
Upon discovering him in his bed, the man did not display any signs of desire or distaste in his eyes towards him. He merely asked one question.
" Forced?"
Because of his unjudgmental attitude and understanding of his circumstances, Irama's resolve crumbled.
Through a heart-clenching cry, he released all his resentment and grievances from his paralyzed body. At seventeen years of age, he was a boy who was hopelessly fighting for survival.
The man's gentle touch on his head was the first kindness he had received since he had lost his grandfather.
The man held him in his arms without hurry and wiped the tears from his cheeks.
" You have done well surviving until now. As a way of rewarding you, I will help you to live a better life. My sons are the same age as yours. I can be a nominal father to you."
The man's clothes were clenched by Irama in response. It wasn't clear why, but he subconsciously had trusted the man.
Afterwards, he was taken to the hospital and admitted to the emergency department for one night.
When he became conscious, the man disappeared and left him a bank card that would be recharged every month for his expenses, as well as contact information for his charity organization to help him escape the gang.
Irama didn't want to let those people get away easily.
His passion for a higher goal was fueled by his refusal to give up on his future and his hatred for their actions. After seven years, he has become the leader of that gang and has received a degree from a prestigious university.
The card remained in his possession even though he hadn't spent any money for quite some time. He set out to return it to the man, but two months ago, the man unexpectedly passed away. Irama was unsure of how to handle it. After some pondering, he decided to express his gratitude to his two sons, hence arriving at the club tonight. But his plan was interrupted by the red-haired boy across the street.
He had no idea why his entire attention was focused on the boy with red hair. His eyes were glued on him from the moment he had entered the private room and was entangled with the two Ren brothers as if a predator had spotted his next prey.
After that ruckus, the two Ren brothers had left the club and he had missed the opportunity to talk to them.
Even though he was interested in the boy, Bringing in a new person into the Gang would be futile and would ruin the boy's life since he's leaving.
Irama sighed in exasperation and rubbed between his eyebrows in frustration.
His next move was to get back what was his from those magpies in his family.
In order to leave the gang, he had to fake his death. By doing so, he will eliminate all things associated with his past, including the man and his family.
Nevertheless, The possibility of repaying the man's kindness unnoticed may arise in the future.
Irama put this matter to rest and coldly spoke to his subordinates.
" Drive back."