The God of Gabut

Market Thugs

Radja took his bike, he saw his wheels were not round anymore. "Is this bike no longer usable?"

His eyes stared strangely, the car of the beautiful lady passed by him without greeting. But the beautiful lady in the back seat smiled sweetly.

"Uncle, find out who that guy is?"

"Miss, don't get attracted to such a shabby guy. I don't want to get scolded by oma" said the driver in a slightly frightened tone.

"Honestly, I'm very interested in such a brave man. Plus he's not very smart, isn't that what you want?"

"But..."

"Just do what I say!"

"Good, Miss." The driver in front could only take a deep breath. He did not know whether to obey his master or the lady he served.

Radja who does not know how to justify the bike lift the front and lead it. "It looks like I can use magic to fix it."

After arriving at the rice field, Radja holds the bicycle wheels. He drained a little of his energy. The bicycle wheels returned to their original shape.

"Well, steady!"

Radja immediately jumped on his bike and pedaled with vigor. Unknowingly he has created the strongest wheel in the history of the world.

Arriving at the fried rice stall, Radja immediately offered 10 thousand dollars. "I got your money!" he said with confidence.

Hadi widened his eyes, his hands involuntarily rubbing Radja's head. "Thank you, you are indeed the child destined for us."

Radja who did not know what he meant could only nod her head.

Day after night, a fierce-faced buyer sat in a fried rice stall. "Sir, buy 2 servings here!" he said with a high tone.

Radja walked towards that person and looked at him with a sharp gaze.

The depressed thug just kept quiet, he did not want to see Radja's eyes that seemed to be emitting a terrifying killing aura.

His premonition as a thug prankster says that he should be careful in acting.

"Ok, Boss!"

Hadi immediately prepared his special wok and spoon, he did not pay attention to Radja who looked into the eyes of the thugs.

"Uncle, are you a bad person?" asked Radja innocently.

"Of course not" he said, turning his eyes away. His hunch said he shouldn't look at his interlocutor.

"Very unfortunate. If you're a bad guy take me to your base, I hear there's a lot of money there." Radja raised one hand on the table while holding it.

A cold sweat directly came out from the foreheads of the thugs. Fortunately Hadi's voice broke Radja's view.

"Two servings fried rice is ready!"

Two plates of fried rice served on the table. The starving thug directly took the fried rice with a spoon and devoured it.

"Uncle, give me a serving too." Radja raised his right hand, Hadi and Sutri only realized that Radja had not eaten since this morning.

At full speed Hadi made fried rice and Sutri prepared the side dish.

For no more than 5 minutes, the food is served on the table. Radja looked at the fried rice on the table with a look full of happiness.

His right hand immediately took the spoon, without waiting for a long spoon directly stuck in the mound of rice. Without thinking long Radja immediately threw it into his mouth.

The thug who saw with both eyes instantly fell silent. Young children eat fried rice that is still hot with greed.

"Damn it, a little boy, it's mafia!"

The thug continued to eat slowly, he would no longer look Radja in the eyes of fear.

Hadi and Sutri were also surprised to see Radja eating in hot conditions. But they kept quiet because Radja was a special child.

Within a few minutes Radja had finished the dish, on the other hand the Thug was still not finished with one plate.

"Hi, don't you want the fried rice. Let me eat!"

Shamelessly Radja scooped up the already warm mound of fried rice. His mouth opened and the rice was devoured.

The thug didn't want to bother about it, he quickly finished the meal and paid for it straight away.

Radja who had finished finishing the second plate immediately glanced at the thug who was running. "Uncle, I'll be gone for a minute."

Radja who was running after the stall customer saw a group of men with earrings in his ears.

"Damn, the intention of the heart to find free food even met the mafia, cok!"

8 Friends laughing together.

"Who did you meet?"

"Little kid who can eat hot fried rice voraciously without blowing it!"

"Haha," All his friends laughed while holding his stomach.

Radja emerged from the darkness. "Hello, Dude. We'll see you again, they're your friends, right?"

"Where did you find me?"

"I'm following from behind, man. I heard that the bad guys have a lot of money, I think I'm wrong, you're poor like me."

Radja turned her body with a disappointed look. But the thug who had been ignited by anger immediately slammed his punch into Radja's face.

"Duk.." The sound of the fist and cheek Radja clash. But the fifteen-year-old boy did not feel any pain.

"Eh.." the man who hit him was confused.

"What are you doing?" Radja stared intently at the thug whose fists were still stuck to his cheeks.

"Don't continue!" shouted the thugs who bought the fried rice in Warung Hadi.

Unfortunately the advice from him was ignored, the foolish man attacked Radja with a continuous punch.

Radja who does not know the events that happened to him just silence. Punch after punch he received, his pain instantly dissipated due to the Body of the Master of Everything.

Until finally the thugs who hit fatigue.

"Is it done?" radja asked as she tilted her blood-soaked head all over her face.

The thug who hit him was still exhausted, he did not reply. Radja's feet instantly floated right on her face.

"Break.." The sound of the impact of the legs and the face of the thugs rang out loud.

The thug in front of Radja was rolling around in pain, his nose was bleeding profusely.

Everyone who saw him was immediately flabbergasted.

"Boss, my friend was just playing around. We're just market thugs who don't have money, please forgive us." The thug who bought rice knelt in front of Radja.

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Rico, I'm the head of this little group."

"Suppit. I'll go home first." The blood on his face was wiped with Rico's shirt on his knees in front of him.

A shocked face appeared in everyone's eyes, the wounds all over his face were not as severe as they had expected. Even a little compared to his friends.

Radja came home on foot, her clothes slightly exposed to blood were cleaned using water magic.

Magic can only be used for itself. Somehow he felt the longer he lived on earth the weaker the seal that curbed his strength. That's why he can use some basic magic.

His clothes were clean, his face was fresh. Radja came home with a happy smile because she could use magic.

But Hadi and Sutri who saw it instead mean he was happy to stay in their house.

"Uncle, I'll go to bed first. Tomorrow morning wake me up yeah, want to taste cut vegetables again!"

Radja immediately walked towards the house not far from Warung Hadi.

"Honey, should we register Radja High School?" tanya Hadi looked at his wife.

"I agree, Radja does look like a 15-year-old. We should've sent him."

"But the school fees are so expensive, how can we get Radja into the School?"

"I'm sure there must be a way, we must take him first to the nearest school."

Sutri's advice was accepted, tomorrow morning they will take Radja to High School to study society.