Return from the Abyss: The Superpowered Young Master

Chapter. 06

He approached with fury burning in his eyes. “All of you, stop causing trouble here! If you don’t, we will take legal action!”

Ali’s warning was completely ignored by those who had clearly come solely to create chaos.

“Law?” Zane scoffed, slamming a large bowl onto the floor as he stepped toward Ali. “What law? You think we’re afraid of that? You pathetic little slave.”

Hearing Zane’s words, Ali’s anger boiled over. He immediately called the security unit on his phone.

“Get here now! There’s a pack of rats causing chaos in here!”

“Yes, sir!” a voice answered from the other end.

After pocketing his phone, Ali said coldly, “Hmph! Just wait. You’ll all be arrested soon!”

The riot continued until a group of uniformed security personnel arrived. They immediately clashed with GANG JAY’X, who numbered only seven.

Seven against a dozen might seem unfair, but make no mistake. Besides their individual skills, every member of GANG JAY’X possessed martial abilities that could not be underestimated.

One by one, the dozen security guards were taken down, their bodies littered with injuries.

“Stop!” Ali shouted once more, raising both hands, turning in place as if hoping to halt the chaos. “I order all of you to stop immediately!”

Receiving no response, Ali grew increasingly frustrated. The losses suffered by the cafe were already immense, and all of it would be his responsibility to the owner.

CRASH!

Ali flinched as a flying glass bottle narrowly missed his head.

“Stop!” Ali shouted even louder. “It seems you still don’t know who I am! I’m the head manager here, and you probably don’t know who owns this place either!”

“Guys, stop,” a man in a black jacket, wearing a hat and a black mask, suddenly spoke as he stood up from the corner where he had been sitting silently all this time.

“Hold them all,” he ordered firmly.

“Yes, Boss!” Zane replied enthusiastically, immediately knocking down several staff members with his fists.

Ali felt as if lightning struck his ears as cries of pain echoed from his subordinates, who were being easily subdued by the gang.

“What do you want?” Ali asked in shock, not expecting them to show no fear at all.

Without looking at Ali’s face, the masked man extended his black-gloved hand.

“Hand it over.”

“Hand over what?” Ali asked, startled. The voice sounded faintly familiar.

“All of Hero Cafe’s revenue for the past year.” The man’s voice was calm, yet it sent chills down Ali’s spine.

Handing over a year’s worth of income to these scoundrels, only a fool would do that.

“Oh, so you really came here to rob us?” A woman who seemed to hold an important position stepped forward.

“Robbery?” the masked man replied calmly. “What if I say yes?”

“You!” The woman tried to block him despite her fear. “Don’t think you can rob this place so easily!”

“Move.” The masked man shoved her aside forcefully. “Enough talking. Hand everything over. Now!”

“I won’t!” Ali said firmly. He would rather die than make such a mistake.

THUD!

A powerful punch slammed into Ali’s face, instantly swelling his right cheek.

His head spun, his ears rang, and his vision blurred.

“Hand it over, now!” the masked man barked, his gaze vicious.

“If you don’t, I’ll take it myself!”

The man in the black mask shoved Ali roughly in the left side of his chest and strode toward the cashier’s counter like a king claiming his throne.

Hearing the shout, Ali snapped back to his senses. Suddenly, he staggered to his feet and tried to run.

Gathering what little strength he had left, Ali slammed into the masked man from behind, attempting to stop him. He even threw wild, desperate punches.

However, the young man moved swiftly. He blocked the attack and shoved Ali hard, sending him crashing miserably onto the floor. Shards of broken glass pierced several parts of his body, drawing blood.

“Daring to attack me from behind. Do you really think you’re that impressive?” the young man said as he slowly removed his mask, revealing a handsome face that looked utterly terrifying in Ali’s eyes.

Ali held his breath.

Those eyes. That face!

“Y–Young Master Jaya Wijaya?” Ali whispered in disbelief.

Jaya Wijaya, commonly called Jay, curved his lips into a crooked smile. “So you know who I am.”

“Young–Young Master!” Ali truly felt powerless now.

His knees went weak. As far as Ali knew, this man had died several years ago. He couldn’t be a ghost … could he?

“Sssht!” Jay pressed his index finger against Ali’s lips. “Don’t make a sound.”

“Prepare everything I told you earlier immediately, or I’ll break both your legs,” Jay said casually as he sat atop the counter. “Hurry.”

“O–Okay!” Ali had no other choice but to submit to this unusual robber. “I’ll get it right away!”

“So boring,” Jay muttered, lounging comfortably.

Ali pushed himself up from the floor and hurried away. Of course, he had no intention of being as obedient as he appeared.

Jay, who was rumored to have disappeared, had now shown up right in front of him. This matter had to be reported to the Madam immediately!