The boss of the beggars union

The tension in the air was palpable, as if it could be sliced with a delicate blade.

The room was overflowing with men, so packed that not everyone could fit inside. Roughly 8 were inside as the rest of the group of 16 stood outside on standby.

These guys looked intimidating and menacing. However, Madara stood there confidently, like a deity, his posture as steady as mount tai. With his arms crossed, he observed the scene, finding amusement in the unfolding entertainment.

One of the thugs, a young teenager roughly 15 years old, pointed his finger at Madara. "Senior brothers! That's him, the one who beat up our comrades! There's no doubt about it!"

Ji Zha, the leader of the group, looked at the young thug with skepticism. The words coming out of his mouth seemed absurd. How could this seemingly frail youth have taken down their comrades, especially when there were four of them?

"You're certain it's him?" Ji Zha asked, his doubt evident in his voice.

"Yes! His movements were so strange. I've never seen anyone fight like that before! He was incredibly dominant," the young thug replied, fear evident in his eyes as he stared at Madara.

Madara looked at the young thug and instantly recognized him. "Ah, so you were the one who ran off like you had seen a ghost."

The young thug flinched, realizing that Madara had seen him during the fight. He slowly backed towards the door, seemingly contemplating escape. "How on earth did he see me, during the fight I was hidden behind a house over 50 metres away!" The youth inwardly thought as his fear reached a new height.

Ji Zha, witnessing this, finally believed the young thug. The fear in his junior brothers eyes spoke volumes.

Addressing Madara, Ji Zha prepared to apprehend him. The boss wanted a silent and clean operation. There was no need to kill Madara just yet; the boss specifically said he would handle it.

"Kid, come with me. The boss wants to talk to you," Ji Zha said.

Madara nodded and followed Ji Zha and his men out of the small shed. "As you wish. I'm curious to hear what your boss has to say."

Ji Zha furrowed his brows at Madara's words. "How arrogant! Who does this kid think he is? He's lucky that the boss personally wants to deal with him. Otherwise, I would have taught him a lesson right now!"

All of the thugs looked at Madara as if looking at a clown, they all believed they could crush him with one hand alone. But for the bosses's sake they held back.

After leaving Madaras home, the group of seventeen individuals walked through the slums, their presence commanding attention as if they owned the place. Some people even crossed the street to avoid catching their gaze.

An elderly man sitting in front of his house couldn't help but feel sympathy for the young youth being escorted by the sixteen thugs.

"He's surely going to meet his end. Those thugs belong to the Beggars Union, and their boss is a ruthless beast. What a pity. The town guards won't help us poor folks in the slums. Why would they care if ten of us died?"

Little did these Beggars Union thugs realize that the "captive" they were escorting was Uchiha Madara. They were unknowingly inviting a tiger into their den.

Madara walked behind them, his arms crossed, contemplating a few questions. "I wonder how many points I'll earn for taking down these fools in front of me."

One of the thugs escorting Madara noticed his blank expression and couldn't resist mocking him. He slapped Madara on the back of his head and chuckled. "I hope the boss rewards us handsomely this time. We held back from beating you up. Hopefully, the boss appreciates our restraint."

Madara remained unfazed. In the past, he would have torn the guy's head off, but Madara was clever. He wanted a bigger prize. Killing them here wouldn't earn him as many points as wiping them all out at their base.

"I'll gather them all in one place and strike," Madara thought to himself.

Meanwhile, the young thug who first reported Madara's presence was at the front of the group. Every now and then, he would glance back to see Madara lost in his thoughts.

"Is this guy a robot? Why doesn't he react to anything? There's something off about him! After the boss kills him, I'll personally ensure his body is buried. I won't feel at ease until I'm certain he's dead! Damn it, just looking at him feels like staring at a dangerous beast!"

The young thug was always cautious and had survived in the slums by observing from a distance, avoiding fights and altercations. His instincts had never steered him wrong. However just in case, he wanted to keep a safe distance.

"F*ck this." The young thug walked a bit further ahead, feeling relieved once he had distanced himself from Madara. Being near him gave off a bad vibe.

After fifteen minutes of walking, the group reached their destination. It was a large inn at the edge of the slums, just a two-minute walk away from the inner Ho Shou town.

However, before the thugs could step foot into the inn, they heard a distinct sound that would forever be etched in their memories.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

They turned around to see Madara leisurely cracking his fingers and neck, wearing an eerie smile on his face.

"So, who wants to go first?"

***

Meanwhile, inside the inn, laughter filled the air as beer glasses clinked together. The place was packed to the brim.

This was the stronghold of the gang known as the Beggars Union. Over fifty individuals were present, some drunk and others engrossed in fights. It was a chaotic scene.

Prostitutes were not in short supply either, sitting on the laps of thugs, providing them with entertainment.

In a certain corner of the inn, a burly man in his thirties was seated, his face adorned with a thick beard, slammed his beer glass onto the table.

Bang! "Hey, bring us more drinks!"

The waitress hurriedly approached the burly man, nodding affectionately. "Yes, Boss Han Zheng!"

Han Zheng let out a boisterous laugh as he playfully spanked the waitress's backside. Clearly, there was an unspoken relationship between the two.

"Ah, boss, not here..." the waitress laughed coyly as she rushed to the counter to refill the empty beer glasses.

Indeed, Han Zheng was the leader of the Beggars Union, a towering figure standing at two meters with a build that could rival three average men.

"Hehe, Boss Han, looks like you've added another lady to your entourage. Leave some for the rest of us," one of the thugs remarked with a light chuckle, appearing envious of their boss's "conquests".

"Hmph, instead of fooling around, you should focus on increasing our earnings! Even your subordinates were defeated earlier today by a nobody beggar! Our income this month is far too low! We'll go bankrupt at this rate!" Han Zhen scolded the thug seated beside him.

"Don't worry, boss. That troublemaker should have been captured by now. My men have already been sent to bring him here. Let's see the face of the person who dares to defy us! We'll use him as a slave to beg for us until he exhausts himself, hahah," the thug reassured.

Han Zhen looked at him and sighed. "We'll see, hopefully this time you won't disappoint me."

At that moment, the waitress filled the four mugs of beer and placed them on the table. With a smile, she leaned over behind Han Zheng and started giving him a gentle massage.

"Ai Li, I'll treat you well tonight, don't worry. You're my favorite among all the women I have" Han Zhen softly spoke as he enjoyed the soothing touch of Ai Li's hands.

Ai Li blushed and leaned in to kiss Han Zhen's neck to show her affection. However, before she could do so, a sudden commotion erupted near the entrance of the inn!

BOOM!!!!

The front door of the inn exploded as a young man in his twenties flew in headfirst, screaming in pain!

He crashed into several tables and chairs, his body tossed around like a ragdoll. Finally, he came to a stop right next to Han Zhen's feet!

But before anyone in the inn could process what was happening, a similar scene unfolded!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

One after another, men were thrown into the inn. Some had blood streaming from their noses, while others cried out in pain as they were tossed in like kites without strings.

The inn fell silent. The clinking of glasses and the laughter of patrons ceased. Even the drunken revelers sobered up instantly.

The men being thrown in were all members of the Beggars Union. Their identities were recognized by everyone. Who or what could possibly cause such chaos?

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard approaching from behind the broken inn door.

Everyone waited in tense anticipation. The silence was so thick that even a pin drop could be heard. They were eager to catch a glimpse of the monster who had hurled their men into the inn like discarded trash.

Finally, the footsteps ceased, and a teenage boy casually walked in, as if taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

"It seems this is the lair of these scoundrels. 1...2...3...4... hmmm, there appear to be exactly 79 sacks of garbage here," Madara nonchalantly counted aloud, assessing the number of "heads" he was about to vanquish.

The members of the inn: "..."