I walked towards them.

“I don’t care who’s running this school but beating up my cousin and making fun of our family, that’s a grave offense,” I said, smiling sweetly at them.

Chong began sweating bullets. His friends were backing away from me, standing up from the couch and grabbing the empty bottles to use it as weapons.

“I bet you’re all brought up in families who can give you anything, huh?” I started, ignoring the scared glares from Chong’s posse. “Getting anything you want because that’s how your parents raised you up.”

I took one of the bottles and stared at it.

“You think you can do anything because you’re from the mob?”

I snorted, thinking how absurd that logic was.

In the underground world, you could do anything as long as you have the money. Money controls everything. Buying a person to become a sex slave was not inhuman in our world. Using people as killing machines, treating them like expendables good, disregarding their freedom and human rights, those things doesn’t exist in the mob world.

It’s all business, that’s what the saying goes.

And if these kids grew up thinking that they could do anything just because of the sole reason that they belonged to the mob, they’re already fucked.

The Torres-Shao’s the biggest syndicate in Asia. They have a lot of connections from neighboring countries, as well as in the west side of the globe. By getting only the support of the Italian mob was enough for their influence to last this long. They could easily exterminate a whole family group with just a snap of their fingers and that includes Chong’s family and everyone in this room.

“That goes the same for me too, right, Chong?” I asked, staring at him, still smiling. “I can do anything to you too because I’m from the mob.”

Chong trembled. I’m sure this was his first time to encounter someone like me. Someone he knew he couldn’t intimidate just with words.

“F-fuck you! You’re nothing!” he spat. Turning to his friends, he commanded, “what the fuck are you waiting for?! Fuck him up!”

They were ready to attack me but I lifted my arm to stop them.

“One wrong move and I’ll kill you all, right here, right now. If you don’t want that happening, better stay out of it and let your boss atone for his sins,” I said.

The smile on my face vanished as I walk towards Chong. Everyone was frozen to their feet, fearing for their lives.

Chong growled.

“You…cowards! Are you forgetting that I can ask my father to kill your family for not following me?!”

No one listened to him. They were just looking away, shuddering.

I know everyone knows what kind of person I am. I’m the leader of the Black Dragon, an extermination group where people can call us to eliminate anyone in exchange of money. I made a name for myself in North Vale and almost everyone know what I’m doing for a living.

And because this was North Vale, law couldn’t touch me because of my connection to the owner of the school. Besides, the head principal here was Maria and she’s my cousin.

I could do anything I want without being punished by the law.

I grinned at Chong, suddenly grabbing his arm and pushing him down on the floor. He struggled against me but I kept him pinned down while tugging his arm towards my way.

“Wow,” I said in awe, “you don’t do any hard work, don’t you, baby boy?” I teased while examining his smooth, chubby hands.

His face reddened, yelling curses at me.

“Putang ina [motherfucker]! Let…go, asshole!”

I smashed the bottle in his head and it broke into hundreds of broken shards. He cried out loud from the pain, blood dripping out of the gash I made on his forehead.

“Ssssh,” I cooed, “Don’t talk when I’m talking, you understand?”

“F-f-fuck you!”

My eyes glinted in burning desire, seeing blood pouring out of his head.

“...a-and…you’re…you’re not a psycho, kuya [brother] Hiro,” Evan shyly said. “It’s just who you are.”

“I’m sorry, Evan,” I thought to myself after I remembered his words back in the clinic.

I’m a sick guy who enjoyed hurting people and making them cry, inflicting the most possible pain anyone could do to a human being.

And with the rage inside me growing, I knew I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

“You can do anything you want, Hiro. I own North Vale, I own you and you’ll be under my protection as long as you’re working for me.”

Carlos’ words rang inside my mind. I smashed the end of the broken bottle on Chong’s hand, blood spurting all over the floor as he screamed from the top of his lungs. He was crying out loud while his friends looked away from the bloody sight.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck, aaaaaaagh!”

I repeated the process over and over again until his hand was close to detaching itself from the rest of his arm. I could see the muscle and bones from his almost severed hand but I didn’t care.

“Stop! Stop, please! Aaaaaaaaaaagh!”

I threw the sullied bottle on the floor and without batting an eye, I tore his lifeless hand away from his arm, skin ripping from its origin. He was screaming so loud, his voice was sounding hoarse from the intense pain.

“Aaaaaaaagh, no! No!”

I held his hack off hand, wiping the blood on my face with the sleeve of my uniform. Chong was having a seizure on the floor as I stood up and marveled from what I did.

Dropping his hand on the floor, I step on it, grinding it down with the tip of my shoes. In his eyes, he saw what had happened and he was crying like a baby.

Everyone was gasping from the gruesome sight.

Looking down at Chong, I grinned.

“Isn’t it good to be in the Mafia?”

[END OF UNCENSORED CUT]

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After picking up Evan in the clinic, we went back to my car to return back to the senior high building. He didn’t question the blood in me. I’m sure he already knew what happened.

While getting out of the elementary building, I was relieved that there was no one who could see how I looked like right now. I know I’m bathing from the blood of the kid who had beaten Evan up and made fun of our family.

I was about to enter my car when my phone rang. I answered the call without checking who it was and Maria’s voice echoed in my ear as she screamed like a banshee.

“Hiro, you stupid idiot!”

Evan heard his big sister’s voice and made an annoyed face. I rolled my eyes. She’s exaggerating again. She definitely got it from uncle Rey.

“You retard! Did you seriously cut a 6th grader’s hand?! What the fuck are you thinking?!”

I climbed inside the car and started the engine, phone tucked in between my ear and right shoulder.

“Your brother requested it,” I nonchalantly answered.

“Agh! What am I gonna do with you?! I just said let him stay with you!”

I sighed.

“You don’t even know what happened,” I retorted.

“I don’t care! Now I have to talk to his parents to explain what happened!”

“Hey, attending North Vale, they should know the consequences.”

“Unacceptable reason, Hiro! I want you to give compensation to his family right now. I don’t care how you’ll do it, just do it.”

“Not a big deal. Cash, is it?”

Maria growled.

“Grow up, will you?! I’m coming over tonight to pick Evan up. I can’t let him stay with a psycho like you!”

With that, she hung up the phone.

“She’s angry, isn’t she?” Evan commented.

I put his seat belt on before putting mine.

“Your sister is crazy. Let’s just leave it at that.”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

I backed up the car from the parking lot and drove back to the senior high building.

While in the middle of the ride, Evan asked, “you punished my classmates for beating me up, right?”

I didn’t answer his question.

“Did you hurt them bad?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Don’t you feel bad for beating up a kid?” Evan inquired.

“Doesn’t matter how old you are, young or old, you pay for your sins.”

“You’re not afraid they might get back to you?”

I snorted.

“I wouldn’t come to them in the first place if I’m scared.”

Evan lowered his head, nodding.

“You’re right.”

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Evan was holding my arm as we walked to my dorm room. It was already four in the afternoon and soon, classes are going to be over. We rode the elevator to the 30th floor. Starting in this floor were rooms belonging to the big-time sons of the syndicate. Every floor only consists of four rooms and students were free to design and add whatever commodities they want in their rooms. As requested, Clark was roomed beside me but he often sleeps over at mine.

We got out of the lift and I guided my cousin to my room.

“It’s awesome how you get to live in this place,” Evan said.

“You’ll get your own room after you graduate,” I replied.

I opened the door with the key card. It dinged, the door automatically opened for us. I let Evan go inside first.

My room was like a house. Nothing spectacular since I wasn’t interested in living in luxury. I only need the necessary stuff and that’s what North Vale gave me.

Evan ran to the tall windows overlooking the forest from afar, hiding us from the eyes of the civilians.

“We’re up so high!”

“You wanna eat?” I asked.

I took off my shoes and placed it on the rug before entering my room.

“I wanna play!”

The door behind me suddenly slammed open and Anthony’s loud voice deafened me for a second.

“Did someone say PLAY?!”

Evan’s eyes sparkled.

“Kuya [brother] Tony!”

I watched him ran to where Anthony was, jumping up to his arms as he hugged my cousin tight.

“Ooof! I can’t carry you anymore, Evan! You’re already so big!” Anthony complained while laughing out loud from Evan’s enthusiasm.

Kenneth entered next with Clark following behind him.

“The fuck?” he asked, looking at my blood-splattered uniform, “what happened to you, man?”

Clark raised a brow but stayed quiet.

“Dad hasn’t given the gift yet and you’ve already used it?!” Kenneth joked and his brother laughed again.

“It’s not from your dad’s gift,” I answered. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Classes finished and we’re here to drink and smoke some joints, baby!” Anthony answered, grinning widely at me.

“I don’t do weeds,” I said.

“Of course, you don’t need that. You’re already crazy,” Clark mumbled.

“Hey, fuck you too,” I cussed, smirking at him.

“Can I smoke weeds too?” Evan inquired.

We all looked at him.

“No, dear. That’s against the law,” Anthony said in a professional voice and everyone laughed except for Clark who only rolled his eyes.

The irony, indeed.

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