HEIR OF THE DEATH STRIKE

Chapter 10

snapped Darwin. He immediately got up from his seat and glared at his men.

"We guarantee it, boss! We took Zaqqy far away from this city, all the way to the forest. Maybe his body has already been eaten by wild animals."

"All right. Just make sure you check with your friends, understand?" Darwin pointed at Rinto's face. "I don't want any problems later on. And as for that woman, just get rid of her! Do you understand? Don't let her report it to the police and get me in trouble!"

"Yes, boss!"

"Good, go on then," said Darwin.

Rinto and his friends finally left Darwin's presence. Meanwhile, the man stretched his muscles and went back to enjoying the cigarette he hadn't finished.

​"That’s the risk of picking a fight with me. Zaqqy... Even as a security guard, you’ve been too cocky against me. Now, face your death! Hahaha!" Darwin laughed heartily.

​He enjoyed a night full of laughter, unaware of what was actually happening to Zaqqy at that moment.

Time passed quickly. The late night finally turned into a bright morning. Zaqqy, who had woken up early, looked neat and tidy.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and long trousers. The young man walked out, taking the motorbike that Rahayu had returned.

"Where are you going, Zaqqy?" asked his mother.

"To the market, Mum. Maybe there's work there. Usually the vegetable and fish vendors are looking for people to help them carry their goods."

"I hope you find some. But you should eat breakfast first. I've made fried rice and omelettes."

"Later, Mum. If I'm late, I won't get the job," said Zaqqy.

His mother couldn't stop the young man, who had already left on his old motorbike.

On the way, Zaqqy enjoyed the breeze blowing against his face. The market wasn't too far from his house, so he arrived quickly. The young man immediately entered the market area and went straight to one of the vegetable vendors there.

"Sir, do you have any work for transporting goods?" Zaqqy asked immediately.

"Yes, but not forever. Only today, and that's because one of my members didn't show up."

"In that case, can I replace him for now, sir? Just for today is fine."

"All right. Just lift those baskets of tomatoes, along with the sacks of eggplants and cabbages. Take them to the car," said the vegetable vendor, pointing to the items that needed to be transported.

"Yes, sir," replied Zaqqy.

He smiled at some of the porters around him. Zaqqy began to lift the baskets.

At first, he took a deep breath when he saw how many there were to lift, and of course, how heavy they were.

However, when he lifted one of the baskets of tomatoes, he was surprised to find that it was very easy to lift. The young man immediately smiled, realising one thing: the strength given to him by Ki Braja had made him much stronger.

"Hey, look at that young man... He's really strong."

Casually, Zaqqy lifted everything by himself. The porters there were astonished. One of them even patted the boss on the shoulder while pointing at Zaqqy, who was working very quickly.

"What's your name?" asked the vegetable seller after Zaqqy finished everything.

"My name is Zaqqy, sir."

​“Call me Mr Gimin. Wow, you’re strong, aren’t you! Right then, from now on, you’ll work with me. As it happens, I’ve got a lot of goods coming in tomorrow, but they’ll arrive early, around two o’clock. Is that alright?”

​“But sir, what about Emen? If Zaqqy joins, won’t Emen be replaced?” asked one of the porters, who seemed to disagree.

"Emen will still work too. He'll just be an extra pair of hands. There are only four of you, so it's fine to add one more. You can see for yourselves, right? He works fast and is strong. That's good!" replied Mr Gimin, giving a thumbs up.

"He's still young, sir. We're all old now, hehehe," they chuckled in response to their boss's words.

"Right then, today's work is done. I'm off too. Anyway, meet up at two in the morning tomorrow. Don't forget, Zaqqy. You're strong, I like workers who are quick." The man patted Zaqqy on the shoulder and gave him his wages.

​"Thank you, sir."

​"Hey! Pay the protection money!" someone shouted suddenly, the voice ringing out loud to Zaqqy and the porters.

​"Look at that, the stall owner’s bound to get beaten up again," whispered one of the porters.

​"Who are they, sir?" asked Zaqqy.

"The usual market thugs. They ask for security money even though we've already paid the local government."

"Pay up quickly! Otherwise, I'll break your neck and destroy this place!" snapped the thug.

"Watch your mouth! Don't be like that!" Zaqqy suddenly shouted. He walked towards the market thugs.

"Oh, looks like a hero has arrived. Do you want to die?" snapped the market thug.

"Watch your mouth when you speak!"