Return from the Abyss: The Superpowered Young Master

Chapter. 05

This group was infamous for causing trouble in public places and was considered highly disturbing. Yet who could stop them?

Even law enforcement officers were often treated like toys by them, let alone a small security team.

GANG JAY’X had an intimidating appearance. They wore black synthetic leather jackets, dark sunglasses, torn black pants with strange stickers patched onto them, and long, messy hair that was unpleasant to look at.

As they barged in, one of them whistled and casually patted a female waitress who was about to greet the guests.

He was Kenzo, one of GANG JAY’X’s members.

With an insolent grin, Kenzo said, “Hey, pretty. Hurry up and serve some wine or whatever the best drink you’ve got here!” His voice was loud and commanding.

Wine? The waitress froze.

“Y-Yes, sir!” she nodded with a pale face, briefly glancing at the uninvited guests who were heading straight for the far corner table.

“Don’t forget to bring some hot, sexy girls to entertain all of us too. Okay?” Kenzo added, mischievously poking the waitress’s cheek.

The waitress tried to dodge his touch, then froze, unsure of what to say.

“What are you waiting for?” Kenzo shoved her shoulder roughly, making her stagger. “Move it!”

Several people who overheard shook their heads. It was obvious the group was deliberately looking for trouble by demanding things not provided there.

This place was merely a coffee shop, a cafeteria serving various types of coffee, not a nightclub or a brothel.

The waitress’s body trembled.

“But, sirs, we don’t provide things like that. There’s no alcohol or women to entertain customers here.”

Kenzo’s eyes widened.

“I don’t care. Your job is to fulfill my order. If you don’t ….”

Kenzo touched the waitress’s cheek with a cold gesture.

“Then we won’t hesitate to destroy this cafe until it’s flat to the ground just because of a single mistake made by a little servant like you.”

Although Kenzo’s tone was low, it was a clear threat.

The curly-haired young man sneered cynically and walked away, leaving fear etched deep in the waitress’s heart.

“Alright. We’ll try to fulfill your request. Please wait a moment, sirs,” the girl said, bowing politely before rushing away as fast as she could.

Kenzo pulled a thin grin at the corner of his lips, then followed his companions.

“Move!” Zane shouted, a stern-faced man with a large, powerfully built body.

The people sitting at nearby tables immediately fled, unwilling to face or get into trouble with GANG JAY’X.

The lively atmosphere of the cafe instantly turned silent. The waitstaff looked terrified. Some customers glared at the group with visible dislike—the infamous urban bandits, the source of chaos.

Even so, the waiters continued to serve with stiff smiles. They did not want to provoke trouble with this group.

Behind the bar, a middle-aged man named Ali narrowed his eyes. He had worked at this cafe for a long time as the head manager, yet he had never seen these strange guests before. He chose to observe silently, wanting to see what they intended to do.

CRASH!

Everyone flinched and turned toward the source of the sound.

One of the gang members had deliberately knocked several glasses off the table, sending shards of glass scattering across the cafe floor.

His name was Nayaka, infamous for having the worst temper—cruel and wild.

“Hey, little servant! Clean this table up, now! We don’t want other people’s drink stains here!” Nayaka shouted in a high voice. His tone was hoarse and rough, deliberately menacing. “Hurry up! Or do you want me to wreck this place right now?”

The cafe patrons froze, torn between fear and the urge to run away as fast as possible. Some even held their breath, afraid to move.

One male waiter nervously prepared to bring new glasses, while another rushed to fetch cleaning equipment.

But before the staff could act, a young man wearing a hat pulled out a collapsible baton from inside his jacket and smashed the glass table in the center of the room with a powerful strike.

The sound of shattering glass exploded through the air. Everyone jumped in shock. The phone in the head manager’s hand slipped and fell to the floor just as he was about to call security.

Laughter erupted.

“Hahahaha!”

“Hahahaha!”

“Hahahaha!”

“Guys, let’s start the party!” Zane shouted, raising his fist into the air before kicking over the chair in front of him.

Chaos erupted.

In an instant, the cafe turned into a battlefield. Customers screamed and scattered. Chairs were thrown, bottles shattered, and a hanging lamp crashed down.

Three of the seven delinquents began destroying the interior, punching walls and kicking speakers. One even climbed onto the DJ table and overturned the sound equipment.

Ali ran out from behind the bar, his face flushed red like a ripe peach.

“Hey! Stop this!”