18 Troubles? Not with Narcos

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The commotion grew in front of the shop; people's boisterous gossips filled the street to the grim.

The owner of the shop knew it wasn't ideal for business; hence, he tried his almost best to ensure that the problem will be fixed as quickly as possible.

"Please, calm down; we can rectify everything peacefully," he uttered.

Yet, nobody even turned to look at him; people liked chaos and will always sought drama.

I knew this fact all along, and I took advantage of it; such families' most worries always circle around their respectful reputation, as it's the face that they sold to the public and the most important thing for their lineage continuation.

And the crook here, which is me, smelled this fact like a dog; however, I inhaled something far more luscious with it, "Money." the sacred thing that makes my little brother harder than looking at a woman naked peaks.

"My opportunity is now to get some cash from these brats," I thought, grabbing my chest and having round two of weeping and moaning.

"Ahh! The pain! Oh lord, I Am going to die! At the pinnacle of my teenage life!"

The scenery was getting grandeur, and the condemned guards' partners slowly panicked, begging me to stop my metal concert.

"Sir, we can work this out."

"Sir? Huh!? Was I not just a nobody brat a couple of minutes ago?" I mentally sneered.

However, the ancient four-families descendants made their exits from the shop after the guards failed to control the mess.

The street noises quiet down for a fraction before the conversation broke up, this time more enlarged.

"I saw that kid before in a website! Isn't he some wealthy family heir?"

"I don't know who you are talking about, but I swore that kid at the right looks like that famous politician I saw on the news yesterday."

"Dude! Look at their clothes; they look rich!"

Their group was composed of four boys and one girl; in the middle stood a yellow-haired youngster, putting his hands on the back of his head, walking with a smile, not having any concerns with the events unraveling in front of him; His name was Hiroshi Yamamoto, the heir of Yamamoto international hotels and restaurants, while beside him, looking disconnected from the outside world, as he was leisurely reading a pocketbook, a tall young teen wearing glasses strolled, he was none other than the heir of Suzuki electronics cooperation.

As he was trying to read the book, his friend tried to get his attention by continuously flicking the book edge; the latter was Itu Family youngest successor, "Mauro Ito," a Playboy with a dwarf complexion, as he looked like a shrimp standing beside the other legatees, his facial features didn't seem to be Asian, as his hair was red and eyes wide and greenish, little pimples can be seen in his face.

He was my new target little brother.

Lastly, leading the group, a handsome fifteen-year-old lad with light brownish hair and an elegant style gazed at me; his black eyes held a lofty stubbornness; his name was Haru Nakamura, according to narcos, he was my big half-brother.

They all seemed handsome in their own ways, and from the look of it, they seemed like childhood friends, just like a United group, it kind of reminded me of that famous drama, "Boys over flowers."

Of course, as a man of culture, I didn't even spare the other kids a second glance, including my brother, my target is the only person I cared to investigate, and as the saying goes, "Her two souls were beautiful!,"

I instantly got mesmerized by such a gorgeous girl; her grace was far different than Miku's, as the deeply rooted, refined, attitude was at full display for my eyes to feast on.

Furthermore, her whole aura screamed "expensive," not from the brandy clothes she's wearing, but from her being itself.

She looked delicate and pared to perfection.

Switching my pupils around, I inspected more of her figure; hence, focusing on her visage, she had rouge-red hair spiraling over her shoulder, complemented with alluring lambent green eyes, shining with the brilliance of a stargazer.

My eyes descended slowly down, capturing her pointy nose and then kiss-inspiring puffy lips, to finally reach her concave cheekbones.

Going more and more, I didn't miss any detail; up down her slender neck, she had a mermaid body, the ones I dreamed about every time I watch a fantasy movie.

Still, my chest nearly stopped when she gazed at me from afar, exploring me with the same type of vigor that sparked in my eyes.

Yet, I didn't shy away from the eye contact; perhaps the years of having lowlife esteem reinforced my conviction; I mean, how could I fear rejection if I had no faith in getting accepted in the first place.

With such a principle, I am shameless enough to ask any girl my eye befall upon, well, not like I had any success back on the village, but at least I tried.

Seconds passed, and the group reached our spot; upon closing up, I immediately got back to my act, painfully uttering groans.

The first one to talk was my brother, speaking in a cold tone, as his eyes scanned me, "Big mac, what's going on in here?"

Hearing him, the guard horrified to whisper in his ears, everything that previously happened.

"Hm, I see," he grumbled.

Raising his finger, he pointed it at me and sneered, "As Big mac said, he didn't even push you that hard; care to explain?"

snapping from my act, I replied, "And why would a guilty man say the truth?"

I wished to add, "Are you dumb?" so bad after my sentence, but I can't afford to make enemies yet, my brother should never know that I existed at least while I am still vulnerable, similarly, my father too, after all, if he wanted me, he would've took me in back when my mother died, annoying him, would only get me killed.

Nevertheless, an ominous attention-carrying voice broke me out of my thoughts; it was feminine and soft.

"We should take you for a check-up to confirm the accusation toward my guard." my target said.

"Shit!" I mentally yelled; that was the worst sentence I could've possibly heard right now.

'This girl is smart; she probably already know that I am not really injured, but stopping uncle froggy is not possible, at least with my system here with me.'

"Narcos, the stage is yours; initialize the contact lenses."

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