The God of Gabut

What's wrong?

Everyone who heard Radja's question immediately stood up and widened his eyes. The two match arena owner bodyguards instantly clenched fists and attacked his opponent.

Unfortunately Radja was not wanting to be hit, he immediately used some fist movements to knock both of them down.

"Uncle, get up. I didn't slam too hard, my stomach's been rumbling." Radja shook the body of the match arena owner.

Actually the owner of the arena did not faint, he was just a little embarrassed from being knocked down by a small child. Unwilling to bear more shame than this, he wakes up and looks at Radja.

"Of course I have good food. Come with me, son." They both went to a special room to eat.

While the rest of the bodyguards directly explained that the Arena Owner only relented because the little man was his nephew.

Now the public knows why the arena owner lost. They assumed the arena owner was simply giving in.

Robert knew it was just a lie but he just kept quiet. Fighting the arena owner was the same as suicide.

On the other hand Radja walked with a handsome man called the Arena Owner. "Hi handsome guy, long time ago."

"Calm down, we'll be a few more seconds."

The elevator doors open city view from the top of the building. It was a special room for arena owners.

"What do you want to order?" ask the Arena Owner while sitting on the sofa.

"Fried rice with extra eggs and without onions seems steady." Radja replied casually, even though she had just slammed the person in front of her.

The two of them just kept quiet while waiting for the food to come. 2 service people came to bring 1 food trolley.

"Woh, it looks good." Radja's happy face suddenly changed when she saw the fried rice was just a fist.

"Hi, since when is there so little fried rice?" tanya Radja looked at the Arena Owner.

"Fried rice here that much. Believe me it tastes so delicious." The owner of the Arena wanted to save his face by serving his company's best food.

"If so order 20 more servings. The problem of paying it so that Old Man takes care of it" Radja said as he raised his hand.

The two maids directly looked at the arena owner, they wanted to make sure the words of his customers were correct. The City Owner simply nodded his head signaling approval.

"Is he a monster eater, 20 servings is really crazy." His eyes only turned in real response to the waiter, but Radja was already burping and saw the fried rice on the plate was up.

"It turns out really good, man. Add another 5 servings to wrap it later. There are some thugs who should try this cuisine." Radja looks very hopeful with two hands attached like he's begging.

"Yes, just order. I'll pay for everything, by the way who you really are. There's no way a man as strong as you is just the son of a fried rice salesman." The Arena owners began to interrogate their interlocutors.

"I'm a human being who wants to have fun. Mr. Hadi and Ms. Sutri are just nannies picking me up from the street." Radja told the truth, he thought the person in front of him was very good for buying him fried rice.

They chatted casually and told some silly things while eating.

"Yes, I had my school exam yesterday. The value I got was astounding, cook yes out of ten about I got a value of 20. Rico must be helping me." Radja says it while laughing.

Somehow the Arena Owner laughed hearing that as well. He is a very intelligent man, none of his grades have been below 9 since he was kindergarten.

"What is the average score of all exams?" asked the Arena Owner while smiling to laugh.

"Well I got an average score of 7 points from 7 subjects. It must have been a very bad lesson, shit I really can't Math or whatever the name is."

They joke until night, Radja has spent 21 servings of fried rice. He also brought 5 other packs of rice.

He immediately entered Robert's private car and went home to Pak Hadi and Bu Sutri.

"Sir, why did you give up on a boy?" ask one of the guards.

The Arena owner clenched his right hand. "Who gave up, he really won. Moreover, the real power is not there, I'm sure he's still hiding something terrible." He said it while smiling sweetly, for some reason all the burden in his mind instantly disappeared after a casual chat with the High School boy.

"Don't joke, boss. How could a 15-year-old beat you so easily."

"Now don't think about it, let's go back to solving the problem with those shadows!" said Arena Owner.

In the car Robert asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm just telling you about my life on earth. He said I could eat there at any time. It's really nice to have rich friends..."

Robert could only nod his head while hearing Radja's story. In fact he still could not believe the high school boy beside him had managed to defeat the strongest man in the city.

Arriving at home, Radja gives two packs of fried rice to Hadi and Sutri. They looked at the fried rice while frowning.

"What's wrong?" ask Radja.

"Where did you get this beautiful fried rice. All the ingredients were cut perfectly as well as the seasoning spread neatly." Hadi gave his opinion about the fried rice in front of him.

"Not only that, it's definitely not a chicken egg. Look at the color that looks black, it must be a caviar egg!" Sutri was stunned.

"Where did you get this?" tanya Hadi looked at Radja who seemed unable to distinguish expensive and cheap food.

"A friend bought it. I don't know the place, which is for sure when we eat all the sights of the city are clearly visible." Radja recounts the true events of the meal, he does not recount the underground fight.

After giving the parcels to Hadi and Sutri, Radja walked towards the market post where Rico and his comrades had gathered.

His hands were waving casually. "Hi Dude. I brought some really delicious fried rice."

No response from Rico, Radja immediately got a serious face when he saw all the market thugs passing out in the post.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, so you're the one behind these market thugs. I'm the police sector, they and you will be arrested don't fight!" Two police officers arrested Radja, who was carrying rice. They handcuffed his hands.

"Wait, at least let them eat first." Handcuffs that have been locked are destroyed very easily.

His hand that was used to slapping was directly swung to the cheeks of Rico and his friends.

"Wake, Man. You're at the police and you're sleeping." Radja keeps hitting the thugs on the cheeks.

The three policemen who managed to bend them were shocked. Very sturdy handcuffs are removed very easily.

Rico and the thugs wake up. Radja immediately opened the food wrapper. "Let's eat first, you'll be in jail soon."

Seeing the food being brought, three policemen immediately ran from the scene. They knew the supporters of the thugs were not simple.

Sturdy handcuffs can be easily crushed, expensive superfoods wrapped in plain oil paper.

The three of them knew that fried rice was worth 12 million rupiahs a serving. Rather than get into further trouble, the three chose to run.

The police leaders are so in love with money, all his subordinates know that he is corrupt. Yet no one dared to reprimand him because it would bring disaster to him. So it's better to be quiet and receive a salary as usual.