The Legacy System

Things seemed to have progressed very good up to here, in fact, one could say that the matters seemed to be going perfectly, too good to be true.

The two big guys didn't get any flag, everything was continuing normally, and the masked young man seemed to be satisfied with the shipment.

The people that Eric had sent his voice to earlier seemed to have firmed their resolve and not tell on him, so this was going great too.

But just like Eric thought, everything seemed to go much oiler than it should, as finally one of them couldn't control himself anymore as he jumped towards the owner, screaming,

"Master! Master! Please, I will tell you something really important if you let me go! Please! I can't stand being in this place anymore!"

Hearing those words, and seeing his jump the masked young man seemed to get annoyed by this guy, as he screamed back,

"You piece of trash~! Know your place, if you don't want to die!"

It looked like he had piled up the anger and wrath of a few days now, and was finally releasing it upon him.

More than a fit of momentary anger, and a mistake of the moment, the masked guy seemed to have some internal issues that he hadn't been able to think about and resolve until now.

It was weird, because the more Eric heard of him, and saw him act, the more assured he was that he knew this guy from somewhere.

It was truly complicated, but he was sure that everything would make sense once he took the situation under his control.

As for hearing that guy almost betray him, Eric didn't bother in the least. Up to this moment, his presence was unnoticed, and there was no sign of his presence in the surroundings.

Furthermore, with the skills, and the powers of those people laying in wait at the entrance inside the boxes, they would never believe that someone was would be able to break through that defense.

In fact, he was more worried about his clothes, than the prospect of someone breaking through, and killing all of them cold-blooded.

With these thoughts in mind, he just returned to the burly man accompanying him, as he said,

"This time you have brought some really good merchandise, and you deserve every coin that we are spending.

In fact, I want to take this opportunity to ask for the merchandise to be doubled next time, as the contract and price don't need to change."

His words clearly caught the burly guy a little by surprise, but he soon recollected himself, as he said in a solemn, and heavy voice,

"We can talk about that latter kid, but right now you need to go ahead and make the payment. You know our motto, nothing had happened if the payment doesn't go through.

The young man seemed to be expecting this, as he immediately gave the guy a light smile, and handing him over the right piece of a One dollar's banknote, as he said,

"Just like always, this is the payment for this shipment, in untraced hawala money! You only need to show this in one of our gourmet restaurants, and you will be handed your money in dollars, no matter where you are!"

The burly man seemed to get truly excited, as he extended his hand trying to pick up the half banknote from the masked young man's hand, but eventually, he wasn't able to.

Just as his hand was about to make contact with it, he felt a gust of wind pass by, as someone seemed or something seemed to have robbed it off him.

For a moment he was still startled as he didn't expect something like this, but the next moment he got extremely angry and pissed off.

Just what kind of a motherfu*cker had the skills and the guts to do something like this to him!? And he immediately turned his head to look at the fu*cking robber.

But even before his face could have turned in that direction, he felt that gust of wind once more, and then a sharp little pain of his skin being pricked by a needle.

Just what the fu*ck was going on!? He was completely stupefied by the developments right now, as he lowered his head to look at what had happened, only to find a red stain on his t-shirt, and nothing more.

Trying to place his hand there, and touch the stain, he found out that it wasn't some kind of prank ink or something like that, but real blood.

He had probably just been stabbed with a small knife on his fu*cking chest, and he had no idea about it! Just how was this possible!?

Still, the wound wasn't too deep, and it hadn't attacked any vital, or critical point on his body, so bearing with the pain he started searching his surroundings for the culprit.

Turning his head to the front of him, he saw two almost identical young men with the same look, and mask on their faces, as if this wasn't enough they gave him the same feeling too.

That wasn't the end of it, as the two people behind him seemed to have been cut by the same knife too, but even their wounds were not deep or serious either.

The same as him, the duo seemed to be really angry and hateful, as they looked at the two identical figures in front of them.

As if this wasn't enough, the two identical figures looked at each other with surprised, and shocked looks, as if they were looking at the perpetrator of this scene, unable to point their fingers.

No matter who started pointing fingers first he would definitely be the first suspect, and it would become the target of the trio in front of them.

These guys weren't renowned for their logic, and sharp brains as they were more likely to be ruthless fools who could only fight.

Of course, these were the thoughts of the original masked young master, as the other one clearly gave them more credit.

But this whole situation was really confusing, as all of them were looking at each other with weird and complicated looks.

After all, no one could make sense of the situation, or solve the identity mystery in front of them.

According to the trio's books, and way of conduct they would have already killed them both, but the problem was that one of these guys wasn't someone simple!

They already were fighting on too many fronts, so we are looking for a way to resolve a few of our conflicts, and creating new without closing old was a senseless thing to do.

They had to find a way to make a distinction between the two, otherwise, they would forever stay in this stalemate.

Trying really hard to come up with a way to do it, one of them finally seemed to have found out the proper way, as he said,

"How long is your P*enis!?"

"The fu*ck is that question!? X2"

Too bad that his seamless plan seemed to have been derailed though, as he got the same response from both of them, making him fall deeper into puzzlement.

Once again, the situation entered a weird stalemate, a weird silence once again, as everyone was looking at each other in dismay.

Things were getting more and more tensed all the time, as there was a big probability that the burly man would kill both of these guys.

He would much better prefer to kill someone and create conflict than let a wimpy kid who dared to steal from him. Not to mention that he even injured and harmed him.

Right as this silence was getting worse, and the nerves were getting taut like the bowstrings of a bow, one of the identical duo jumped and said,

"Oh, come on knucklehead don't tell me you aren't able to truly understand who is the impostor here, right!?

It's so simple and right in front of you, I am cleaning my clothes since that trash tried to touch me earlier, while he is just standing there looking at us!"

His sudden explosion would be considered a huge mistake at this time, as the other guy looked at him as if he had already won.

Who would have expected that right at this moment, the burly man would move forward, and give a vicious, and critical strike to the guy who didn't say a thing?

His strike hit the guy at his pelvis as a gut-wrenching scream exploded from his mouth, and then he directly fainted.

He wasn't dead, but he surely wasn't in a good shape and condition either. In fact, one could see a mixture of fluids running down his thighs, making the whole place stink.

The duo behind the burly man was clearly stunned by this, but still, they didn't say anything as they just looked at their boss.

The burly man couldn't be prouder of his logic, and smartness, as he said while pointing at the guy left standing,

"With that useless young master's attitude of his, do you think he would have been able to shut his mouth?"

The two men seemed to have suddenly realized the whole situation, as they started smiling lightly, as they praised their leader's wits,

"Leader is truly smart and quick-witted! You certainly deserve to be one of our leaders!"

The burly man usually didn't like ass-licking and compliments much, but right now was basking in them. He felt like he truly deserved them, when he suddenly heard another laugh, and…