The Lady Gangster's Mission For The Prince

In a small cafeteria, there were a few people eating because it wasn't lunch time at that time. A woman in a black hoodie, ripped jeans, and rubber shoes entered and went quietly to the pot of dishes. Then she sat down in a corner and put the hood of her jacket back on her head and put her hand in the jacket pocket.

While I was waiting for the cafeteria staff to put my chosen dishes and rice in front of me, I caught sight of a man and the owner herself, who seemed to be having a bad conversation. "Why haven't I paid yet? It took me a while to choose what to eat!!" the man shouted with strength.

The cafeteria owner calmly answered him. "We don't take payment until the customer has finished eating. Only after the customer has eaten will we take the payment, so how do you say you already gave it? "

"I just gave you the payment earlier. You were so talkative that you didn't notice!"

"I have other staff here, and they are the ones who check who has paid or who has not paid. Now you are done eating, it's your turn to pay for what you ate. "

The man dropped his hand on top of the table, causing even more noise in their place, so the other customers were slightly scared, especially because of the size of the man's body and that he looked drunk. "As long as I said I paid, I paid!"

"If you don't want to pay, we will be forced to file a complaint with the police," the owner said calmly, even though the person she was talking to was not showing good behavior.

He looked angrily at the owner and was about to overturn the table towards the woman when a hand stopped him.

"You are already in arrears for not paying for what you ate. Then now you try to destroy their property." I grinned even though he couldn't see my face, only my lips. "It's unfair, right?" I looked up at the man, a blank expression on my face.

The man tried to remove my hand, but he couldn't do it. "What do you know? Can you please stay out of this?"

I looked at the owner and saw that she was also tired, because I often eat here. This is also the one who cooks what she sells, and then there are people who are brave enough not to pay when they have already eaten what she worked so hard to cook.

"Just pay, then it's over," I calmly said.

He grinned. "The owner of this cafeteria is just stupid, so they didn't notice that I paid."

"Ms, is what he said true?" I asked the lady.

She shook her head a few times, and her face showed that she wasn't lying. "No, if I'm the one who made the mistake, I won't be tough with him like this."

I turned back to the man. "So you're the liar here?"

The man got out of my grip and tried to push me, so I tried to avoid it and he quickly fell to the floor. He stood up again and tried to hit me with his fist, but I just calmly moved my body as if something was being avoided based on my movements and thought I was just playing. His fist that was going to hit me in the face, I immediately moved and hit the man's stomach with my fist, who almost vomited from the force of the punch. I took my two wooden sticks from my back that were hidden inside my jacket with only 2 inches sticking out.

I put it in front of the man's face. "Whether you pay or not, you will go home your feet crippled. Your body is capable of working, but you are here to cause trouble. "

He was stubborn, so I let out a hit on its knee, causing it to immediately fall on the floor. From the look of the man, he was obviously hurt by a strong hit from a woman. "Okay—I'll pay," he said in a strained voice.

"You want to be hurt before you admit it." I strapped the two wooden sticks to my back.

The man stood up and quickly paid the woman, who looked like he still had change, but the man left in a hurry. "Are you all right?" I asked.

The woman nodded. "Thank you. You, are you alright?"

"Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself."

The owner apologized to the few customers who were eating. "Sorry for the little mess. You can continue eating. " They returned to the table near where the man was sitting a minute ago.

The woman looked at a table on the side. "You can take your seat. I'll just send you whatever you want to eat. Thank you again. " She held my hand before I left and returned to my table earlier.

She is Adira, a gangster and known to everyone in that area, but the man she met earlier seems to be a stranger, so he tried to hurt her fearlessly. A gangster who rarely shows emotion, she only shows frowns and grins to other people, especially to her opponents. The moment her name was heard, no one wanted to fight with her, except for the novice gangsters in their area. The moment she took out her two wooden sticks, she seemed to be a different person. But it is still a big mystery why everyone is so afraid of her, even though she is alone and a woman.

A cafeteria worker put down her food. "Thank you." I began eating because I needed to get home as soon as possible.

After eating, I just dropped the payment on the table and looked at the owner's place. She saw me and I just nodded before leaving. I'm already familiar with them because I've been eating at their cafeteria for a long time, so by the time I stood up and looked at the owner's place, they already knew that my payment for the meal was already on the table.

I'm walking home, and my eyes are only looking at the road. They can't see my whole face because I'm wearing a hoodie. As I was walking, a man spoke from behind me. "Hold on!"

I stopped walking. "Do you know what happens when you pass through my territory?"

"No," I replied.

"They don't get home without blood on their bodies anymore." I heard his slight laugh.

"Do you also know what will happen to you if you don't let me pass through your so-called territory?"

"How dare you! You look like you don't know who you're talking to!"

"You don't seem to be either." And I faced the man behind me. "Know that I can break a bone in your body in just a few seconds." I grinned, and at that point, the man retreated slightly because he seemed to recognize who he threatened.

He smiled hesitantly. "It's you, Adira." It can also be seen how its appearance has changed. It used to look like a brave, now it looks like a gentle sheep.

"Yes, it's me. Try to scare passers-by again. No matter where you go, I can still find you. So when I count to three, you should be gone!"

My mouth was just about to open, but he was running fast. I frowned. "Tsk, man, but a coward." I shook my head and continued walking home.

I was near the warehouse where I live when someone greeted me while walking. "Adira, where have you been ?" he asked Adira, and by the looks of it, he was already 60 years old.

"Just over there, eat."

"Is that so?" He took an envelope from his pants pocket. "New client, study her problem carefully if you want to do what is written on the envelope."

I took it and started walking again, but I raised my left hand, which meant I was leaving.

Simon, the man's name, simply shook his head. Adira is always with him whenever someone wants to take her services, but she can't just say yes, because she has a condition whenever someone wants to take her services. The client must first provide details on the problem and how Adira will do it. But if Adira doesn't like it, she doesn't accept it, even if she is offered a lot of money. It's not because she's a gangster that she doesn't have a heart when the client wants to do something too brutal to someone. Her answer is always no, and she tears up the envelope Simon gives her when the client requests it.

While Simon was watching Adira walking away, his phone suddenly rang, signaling that someone was calling, and he knew it was a client because only Adira's clients call his phone often. "Hello! What mission do you want to do?" Simon said immediately, but the other line didn't answer. He wondered and looked at the phone screen again, but the caller still didn't hang up, so he spoke again. "Hello! Are you a client? If not, maybe you called the wrong number!" Simon was about to hang up when the person on the other line spoke.

Simon frowned at what the caller was saying. He just listened and didn't speak at first, but after a few minutes, the caller seemed to say something, so Simon answered, "I'm not sure if she'll accept your offer, but if you really want to, you can't talk to her. You can only talk to me and I'll just tell her what you want, but talking to her is impossible. " Simon stopped for a moment and sighed at what the person on the other line said. "Okay, I'll find a way." He ended the call and looked again at the road leading to Adira's house.

I already returned home to my house, which is a warehouse. It is an old warehouse, so I just decided to live here. I only covered one part of the warehouse because it was too big. The small space for the bedroom and kitchen is perfect for me. I have a decent house to go home to, but I can't live there anymore because my sister always has a grudge against me and I don't know why. Even though our father and mother are still alive, they can't get along since they are of the same blood line. It's just what flows through our veins. I can't imagine that it might be jealousy because our parents love us so much and I can't quite figure out why. When their parents were buried a few days ago, her anger towards me got worse, and sometimes I even ended up with injuries because she almost pushed me, tweaked me, and even tried to kill me during those times. I knew how to fight back then because Simon was starting to teach me, but I still chose not to retaliate because she was older than me and also my sister, so I just left our house and lived alone. I haven't heard from her anymore because since I left home I focused my time and mind on training to become a full-fledged gangster and accepting missions that I could earn money on, but the missions I accept are no violations of the law and only those that can be discussed, but if I really have to fight, I use the two wooden sticks that are always on my back.

I shook my head and tried to forget the past that happened to me and just entertain myself because the night was still a long time coming.