This time, the first floor went into silence for a while, as the man's old brain froze, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. He sighed in his heart, blaming his old age for not being able to hear the boy properly.
'Sigh.... it seems my old age is really catching up with me.'
The man held the bridge of his nose in tiredness before repeating his question.
"Boy! What was the color of your card again?"
"Black!"
Simultaneously, the boy's answered the same question in with a tinge of irritation as he scratched his head, wondering when this circus was going to end.
Silence once again prevailed.
The boy who was starting to get irritated, decided to shrug his shoulders in dismay and began walking towards the other elevator that was not beeping.
He walked by the man, ignoring the frozen expressions of everyone present as he yawned and blocked his mouth using his right hand, with his eyes becoming moist.
Before he could however move another step, he suddenly felt an iron grip with the pressure of a mountain on his shoulder, stopping him from taking one more step.
The old man growled menacingly as he furiously stared at the boys eyes.
"Hmph! Boy, do you take me as a fool?!" A vein bulged on the old man's forehead as he angrily increased the pressure on the boy's shoulders.
Normally, a person would have been shaken in fear if he was a man, forget being a child, and the grip on the shoulder was enough to even break it and dislocate the arm. He was flabbergasted however when he realized that his grip didn't even move the boy, forget even injuring him.
In response to his question, the boy merely shamelessly nodded.
Indeed, to him the old man was a fool.
"Umu" He confirmed.
Everyone in the hall became stunned out of speech, not wanting to continue this farce, especially the old man who had just lost 10 years out of his left due to increased stress.
"Do you dare?!"
The man became outraged at the disrespect he was faced with.
"Old man, take it easy. You know, if you get angry at your age you might accidently burst a vein or two. Who's gonna pay for the medical fees? Think logically, loogically"
Shamelessly, the boy spoke in such a confident voice, that the old man became stunned speechless and was almost in tears. He had never been faced with such disrespect and humiliation in his 55 years!
His already head that was already bulging with veins, turned even more red as his arms trembled in self control.
"Hahahahaha!"
Out of nowhere, the previous man that had the blonde hair started laughing out of nowhere. The people around him looked creeped out and started moving away from his, but ignoring them, he continued on laughing.
Everyone's gaze went on the man thinking he had went crazy before the man spoke.
"You actually think he had a black card? The one from the legends? No wonder he thought you were dumb!"
The people around him nodded their heads subconsciously as their eyes flashed in understanding before they joined him, pointing accusing fingers towards the boy and snickering.
"That's right! Does this brat thinks he's better then us just because he didn't get kicked out without a card? Heh!"
"Too bad he just exposed himself! If he kept his mouth shut, maybe he would have spent a few more minutes inside!"
"Kick this brat out! Since when were kids allowed inside this establishment? I paid 100,00 dollars to enter here! And yet a mere kid tries to swindle us for free?"
"Kick him out!"
"Kick him out!"
'Suits him right!'
Aria scowl slowly evolved into confusion then into glee, as she smirked at looked back at the boy, crossing her arms on her chest before sneering in mockery at the boys idiocity.
Everyone wondered when the boy was going to breakdown and leave the establishment crying, where they would take a video of him and talk about it over dinner vigorously.
"What's up with this kid? He's got balls, I'll give him that, but does he really think he's in control here?" A bodyguard commented as he asked his colleague.
The other bodygaurd looked around before answering him in a whisper.
"I don't know. He's looks calm for a brat whos about to get his ass handed to him."
"You think he's has something planned? Nah, he's probably some punk trying to get under the old man's skin."
The other bodyguard merely shrugged his shoulders. He literally had no idea what the kid was up to with his weird-ass provocations.
However, only the old man remained stoic with confusion evident on his face looking at the boy's indifferent face that was looking at a specific direction.
'Why is the boy still composed? Don't tell me....'
The man followed the boy's gaze, only to find an elevator that had finally arrived at the first floor, but had yet to open. The man raised his eye brows as he looked back at the boy. He then looked back at the opening elevator as his eyes widened in shock.
The guests had yet to realize what had transpired, as they continued mocking the boy, who clapped his hands in delight as a grin adorned his face.
"Its time"
A disheveled beauty with round black obsidian glasses, and black, smooth hair that was tied in a neat ponytail and flowed like a river. The cold air surrounding hair was enough to send anyone into a frenzy of panic.
She had large assets that revealed the a view of her sight of her milky neck all the way to the top of her breasts that were at least D cup, and she wore a black, expensive leather like jacket.
She wore black jeans that threatened to burst at her large, filled buttocks, as the familiar of 'click' and 'clak' from her high heels resounded, making her hurriedly rush towards the hassle.
The cold woman held a clipboard as she shouted.
"Stop what you are doing, now!"
Her declaration boomed everywhere, as the hall once again went silent for the upteenth time. She gasped for air and leaned on her knees, before she fixed her clothing and coldly looked at everyone around her as if they were insignificant ants.
One of the newcomers asked a nearby person a question.
"Who is she?" The guy wondered.
In response to his question, the man that was asked slapped him on the head.
"You don't know her?! She's Maria, the goddess of the seventh floor!"
"Godd-ess?" The person who asked the question looked at the man weirdly.
"You idiot! She is a corporation giant that looks over all the capitalists and oligarchs in the free market of North America!"
The man who processed the words gasped as he whispered to the man besides him.
"What is she doing here?" He curiously asked.
In response to his question, the man felt the urge to strangle him but held himself as he answered patiently.
"Why the fuck are you asking me? Go ask her if you have the guts!"
The moment the woman entered the scene, everything flipped a 360 degrees
The moment his eyes registered the symbol, his body stiffened. The woman who had laughed so confidently before suddenly swallowed her gum. The few guests who had taken out their phones quickly lowered them. The atmosphere shifted instantly, the previous air of mockery dissipating as tension took its place.
The two bodyguards who were talking before started Chattering once more.
"Oh shit, oh shit, here she comes. No way he's getting away with this now..."
His partner commented as he nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, the guys fucked for life"
What everyone expected was for the boy to do something and offend the prestigious woman, which would result in him being crippled for life.
However, fate seemed to have different plans.
To everyone shock, the woman approached the boy and bowed to him slightly, apologizing as cold sweat formulated on her back.
According to the information the had gathered,
Not only was he so ruthless, his manipulation tactics and strategies were known so far and wide. There was a wide spread rumor that once, when the interpol had assigned a bounty of 25 million dollars to whoever caught him, the next day, half on the interpol was wiped out by an unknown organization also known as 'Sphinx', or Yuuta's arms dealer company. From the day onward, the government decided to turn a blind eye to such an individual, despite his young age. Although no one actually knew how many people he had killed in his lifetime, there were rumors going on that they exceeded 45 million personally, save for those that were indirectly killed by his arms dealing business.
Not only this, the boy was not only an arms dealer, but he was also the main cause of the start of the war of SALT IX, an international Opium drug war.
A mere 14 year old, started an opium drug war when it was revealed to the US government and the UN that Yuuta had tens of large opium farms that were found in many countries such as Columbia, New Mexico, Tamnasia, and Afghanistan. He became the main supplier of opium and LSD from the ergot fungi in the world, creating different kinds of drugs and opoids such as Heroin, Tramadol, and Morphine.
Although this seemed quite fine compared to his other crimes, there were anonymous sources that had whistleblowed and leaked to the government that the fertilizer he used was the corpses of the labor farmers that died growing the devilish plant and other unfortunate victims that were shot. The number of corpses used as fertilizer for the opium, while watering it with the blood of such individuals exceeded hundreds of millions, with the order of corpses coming from all around the world.
He was hunted down by several bounty hunters assigned by the highest authorities, the US, Canada, China, even peaceful organizations such as the UN, yet not one of them returned from their mission.
And this boy, who was known as one of the worst criminals in the history of the 21th century, was crying after killing a mere man who held no value even though the boy was charged for hundreds of crimes, where even one was enough for him to either spend thousands of years in prison, or the most painful execution, from crimes against humanity, rape, organ trafficking, cannibalism, extreme swindling, operation of illegal casinos, illegal arms dealing, patricide, homicide, parenticide, genocide, etc.
"My apologies, sir Olympia. We weren't informed of your arrival."
Yuuta nodded his head in understanding before motioning her to approach him.
'Sir?'
Everyone present had their eyes bulge at the level of respect she had displayed to the young boy.
The woman approached Yuuta, still maintaining her cold expression until she stood in front of him.
"Yes, sir?"
PAH!
The woman's eyes widened in shock as she held her reddened left cheek, where fingermarks had made its announcement on her face. Supressing her shame, she spoke while stuttering for a moment.
"S-sir, if I have offended you I-"
PAH!
The boy slapped her right cheek as a tooth went flying out. The familiar taste of metal and rust seeped into the woman's mouth as she struggled to keep her emotions in check, but swallowed it bitterly before she went quiet.
In the end, be it a woman slider or a woman mother, a woman was a woman in the end.
The boy cheerfully clapped his hands
"Please go ahead on and lead the way" He didn't forget to wink to Aria and took one last look at the old man who looked to the side, with cold sweat on his back before walking behind the shivering woman.
However, just as he made his way to the elevator behind her, he stopped in his tracks as he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh! I forgot to give you a parting gift."
He turned back to look at the crowd that looked in evident confusion and fear.
Their fear however soon tripled as he pulled the .44 magnum from his pocket and without looking shot a particular man in the crowd with a bang.
The crowd quickly made way to the now fresh corpse that collapsed on the marble floor, with blood seeping from the middle of the forehead of the man. Everyone who has witnessed the boy's brutality shuddered unconditionally and some even vomited in disgust for seeing the young handsome, blond haired man dead who had just spoke with them a few minutes back.
As if he had accumulated fake sweat, the boy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand with a smile before returning his revolver back into his jacket.
He looked back at the frozen woman in place before he walked up to her and held her waist.
"Ah, sorry I interrupted our session"
The boy smirked as he walked with the shuddering woman to the elevator, before it closed.