Rebirth Of The Forsaken Son-in-law

Chapter two.

"Okay." Cody response was sharp and immediate.

The very reason why Rapheal chose him.

He racked his brain to remember the address while he ran down the stairs.

In his past life, Finns dead body was found four hours after he died.

Long cold. 

"Think. Think Rapheal." There was not much time.

"You. Where are you going?"  Someone called out to him coldly when he reached the bottom of the stairs.

The method of address was normally used by his fake mother. Madame Diane.

 Ever since she realised he wasn't her real child she never called him by his name again.

Rapheal subconsciously frooze in his steps.

She looked in her mid-thirties, but the wrinkles that gathered at the corner of her eye hinted at her real age.

Elegant and graceful like she had never suffered a day of hard work in her life.

With no time to give a damn, he walked past where she was sitting elegantly on the couch without responding.

Her eyes pinned on him and the hatred in them was almost tangible.

"I am going out." Rapheal replied.

"No. You can't go anywhere. Dante will be tried from work in the evening. Go pick him up." She ordered rudely.

Yes. That was just how unreasonable she was.

"I am busy." Rapheal threw indifferently as he walked past her. 

"What are you.....! How dare you ignore me? I am talking to you! You...."

Her voice faded behind him as he exited the door. 

There was more important matters to worry about.

"Near the sea...probably a port." Rapheal eyes gleamed as he slowly pieced the report written by the police the. "Right! I remember now."

He dug out his car key, hooked it in his middle finger and spun it around. A cold, blood-thirsty expression on his face.

In this new life he was given, no one is allowed to hurt those close to him.

★★★★

By the sea port. Eastbay harbor.

In the large warehouse used to store cargos temporarily, before they are deported, a man was tied to chair.

The ceiling was high, with bared windows that let the tiniest amount of sun rays to filter through.

Lone, round, orange bulbs hanged down, sometimes swaying, sending the shadows of the boxes and loads stacked on top of each other dancing in a twisted rhythm.

"I won't ask you again. Where is the fucking package?" A scar face an stood in front of the person who was tied up. Besides him, there were many tall and bulky gang members, all belonging to the same group of drug dealers.

His chance of escaping was less than zero.

"Well you have said that plenty times now....hmmp..." A harsh pain erupted in his stomach as he received a punch and he let out out a heavy breath. He immediately changed his tactic. "I already told you, I don't know. I swear on my mother's grave that I have never seen such a thing before.

"Don't you try to fool me, aren't you one of the dark angel's people?" The scar face man spat. Clearly not believing him.

"Boss you are mistaken. I am just an innocent new intake. I don't even know shit. See, I can even swear on my ancestors. If I am lying may their graves be stroke by thunder until their coffin over turn and...hmpp."

Another punch landed on his face.

An accomplice standing by the side spoke up hesitantly. "Boss. It really looks like he is telling the truth."

The scar face man expression was very ugly. "So we wasted out time."

With blood dropping down from the corner of his lips, Finn still forced himself to talk. "Haven't I been trying to tell you that. You have got the wrong person. I am just a small crayfish. Not worthy of the attention at all."

"Is that so?" A slight smile appeared on the lips of the scar face man. But his eyes were chillingly cold. "Then my apologies. Kill him."

"What? No!" 

Click. He heard the distint sound of a pocket knife flicking open and three goons surrounded him while the main boss and his small circle walked away.

"No. No. I really don't know anything...." Finn struggled against the stong ropes binding him to the wooden chair.

The shouts for mercy was interrupted as the heavy doors of the warehouse was violently kicked open from the outside.

Before anyone could react a figure was already rushing in.

Swift, agile and fearless.

"Who are you..." The gang members were caught of guard. Taken aback by the sight of someone fearless barging into their territory.

Raphael grabbed the person closest to him by the neck, dodge an attack aimed at his back and retaliated by throwing an elbow. Right at the goons face.

The one he was holding tried to break free so he let go then punched him hard in the face. Blood gushed from the goons nose without stop as he collapsed on the ground.

The last person softened, scared from how easy he had handled the others. He waved the knife he was holding aimlessly, wanting to retreat.

But Rapheal didn't give him the chance.

This was the kind of people he hated the most.

Spineless. If you do evil be ready to receive evil.

With two moves he knocked the bastard unconscious.

The commotion was loud and it drew the attention of the others.

Since there were in someone's territory, Rapheal didn't dare to delay. He quickly picked up the knife that fell to the ground and cut the ropes.

Finn was in a state of shock. "Rapheal! You came to save me."

"Shut your trash and move if you don't want to die!" Rapheal wrinkled his nose at his best friend's fawning expression and shoved him forward.

All you know how to do is get into trouble after trouble. He cursed in his mind. Hurrying to retreat. 

Suddenly a loud siren blared in his head. Rapheal stumbled in his steps and almost fell.

[DING! SYSTEM REINITIALIZING....]

[SCANNING....SCAN COMPLETED.

HOST IDENTIFIED....TRASH SON-IN-LAW]

Rapheal's eyes widen in disbelief. 

Fucking you mean by trash-son-law?

[HELLO HOST. THIS IS YOUR MONEY SYSTEM. CUTRENTLY THE HOST IS GOING AGAISNT THE ORIGINAL WORLD'S PLOT. A FINE OF 100 MILLION HAS BEEN INCURRED.]

(HOST YOUR OUTSTANDING DEBT IS 100 MILLION! YOUR HEALTH WILL BE SUBSIDIZED UNTIL THE DEBT IS CLEARED.)