A Temporary Job

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"Ah.. Owner this braised pork was really tasty." I said to the owner.

The owner right now was standing with a confused look alongside his scared workers, all looking at me. Why? Well the reason for that is the unconscious brute lying down on the floor and his gun placed beside me on the table. Yep, took him down with the most basic move of Jiujutsu. Well normally that won't warrant such a reaction but what caused this was the brutal and efficiency with which I took him out.

"Well, owner I'll take this meal as a payment for the help. See Ya!"

I then stood up from my place and checked the gun and tucked it on my back and made my way to the exit but was stopped halfway.

"Wait... Can I know your name ?"

Hearing his question I frowned. Why does he need my name? Does he want to report me to the police!? Ungrateful bastard. However seemingly seeing my frown he immediately explained.

"I mean. I have a very lucrative deal for you." he paused.

"Go on."

"So would you like to earn some big bucks" he said and then looked towards me and seeing my go ahead he continued. "there's an underground fight tonight and as a new face you can have a really high odds. So I wanted to introduce you as my fighter."

"Hmm, what are the range of stakes."

"Anywhere from $10 to $500,000 and if you managed to make it big you might as well be invited to a private one where stakes are in millions."

"What's your name old man?"

"Chen Wu"

"Hmm, then Mr. Chen I will participate but I have no thoughts of doing it regularly only because I'm short on cash."

"Yes, I understand then please meet me at the harbor at 11pm."

"Hmm" I agreed and made my way outside but stopped and looked behind.

"...And my name is Marcus Dwight and I'll like to keep it to you only." I said to which he nodded and I made my way outside.

I then walked a few blocks and finally stopped at a Used goods store and made my way inside. The reason to have a change of clothes and finally did as I settled on a black jeans along with a white t-shirt and a black jacket with a pair of red sneakers all for a value of $75. A bargain I say.

"Now earlier I realized that I still retain my combat lessons and experience but they have had a major regress but that can be easily solved...."

[Divine Protection of Unarmed Mastery]

"....that takes care of it. Now I'll have some immediate cash from tonight but that is a one time solution. Should I become a For Hire Mercenary. Hmm, yeah for starters it can be great. I can always make it to any other field."

***

Well here I was now standing at the harbor entrance waiting for the old man. It didn't take long for him to show up.

"Sorry to make you wait Marcus." he apologized.

"No need for that. Anyway let's go." I walked off.

"Wait.. take this" I came to a halt as he handed me a black graphic face mask which I took as I understood the significance of protecting your id. Honestly how did I forget that.

"Thanks... and Mr. Chen can you lend me a $1000. I'll return after the fight." He looked at me for a moment but nonetheless agreed which I was secretly very thankful for.

We then made our way to a metal door and Mr. Chen knocked on it 3 times exactly which in return was tapped twice and then Mr. Chen said "Protect the Lolli's"

Well, I'll not talk about that except the gang being a cultured one and worth respecting if they adhered to it. Anyway we entered after confirming the password and came to a set of stairs leading downstairs to a huge ass room with a bar and seats with a cage in the center.

We then navigated through the crowd full of thug looking individuals to even some of high society and women in tight clothes wandering around as waitresses to the registration Centre.

"Hello, Vicky." said Mr. Chen.

"Oh, old man you're back. Who is it this time."

"Well, I have a new fighter. His name is.." he paused there and then looked at me

"Boogeyman" I said.

"You heard the man. I would like to register him. Any way's what will be the odds."

"Hmm, the odds for new fighter will be starting at 1: 10 and may increase based on who's he fighting."

"Who's the highest" I said.

He looked at me with squinting eyes but replied anyways.

"Today, we have Mason. He's on a 18 time win streak and stakes are to be minimum 1:20."

"I'll fight him."

"Hmm, sure your death wish."

"And I'll be betting on myself what 'bout you Mr. Chen." I asked.

He looked at me and then brought me to a side and asked.

"How sure are you."

"Hmm, I can say that I can match Batman in pure unarmed combat. Meaning without all his tech and stuff."

"You sure,"

Well technically anyone should consider me a psychotic or plane retard to even compare myself to him but at this point he has been active for only a few months so most do not have an idea of his level except knowing he's a great fighter.

"A 110%"

He then just sighed and put his money on my name. We then just waited for the today's matches to start take place.