After the meal, the boy walked out of the tavern. It was a gloomy morning; dark clouds hung over the district. It was always gloomy in District 9; some said it was a curse. Beggars lined the streets, trash was everywhere, and the populace seemed to be zombies given life. They shuffled through the street, silent despair clinging over the area like prey in a predator's grasp. Today, the boy would be leaving this god-forsaken place behind. But first, he needed to settle some debts
He walked through the district until he reached a certain building, which was taller than most in this area, and unlike the other, it was well kept. The scent of cheap perfume and liquor lingered in the area. A brothel. He walked to the entrance, where two burly men guarded the entrance as usual.
"We're closed," one of the right spoke.
"The rat knows the walls, but the shadow knows the way," the boy responded in a hushed tone.
The men's eyes narrowed in understanding. They led the boy to a metal door behind the brothel. The man then tapped in a rhythmic pattern, and after a while, it was opened.
"The boss is waiting on the inside." He said as he left.
The boy walked through the door. A man on the opposite side waited for him. A grafted. His skin was the color of ash, but he made up for it in his sheer stature; he was a walking juggernaut on the back of his head, wires erupted connecting to his back. His hand was replaced with a larger one made of hextech. He wore no shirt, so the scars and burns on his chest were visible. His lower jaw was replaced with a larger one, giving him an underbite. He was quite tall, he stared down at the boy, and tried to form a smile.
"The boss has been expecting you," he said as he turned, signaling him to follow him further.
He looked at the man's back, a flicker of killing intent flashing through his eyes, but he knew he would be brutally killed if he even tried to act on his impulses. He walked silently behind the man, along a long corridor, with doors on the side, screams coming from some of them. The grafted occasionally looked behind to ensure the boy was following him.
They came across a wooden door which was surprisingly wooden, unlike all the other, which were metal, but the boy knew this wooden door was stronger than all those metal ones combined, as it was reinforced by mana, the lifeblood of the world. The metal man knocked on the door, but after no response came, he just opened the door.
Inside was a room with a king-sized bed in the middle, with a red curtain covering it, but it did little to hide what was occurring. The silhouette of two women and a man could be seen, with the two women riding the man. Indecent sounds came from the bed, but like always the boy showed no emotion on his face.
"Boss, the jit's come."
Hearing this, the figure on the bed slowly got out of bed. He stood naked before the boy , rock hard At the second tier. Feng yang, the kingpin of the second strongest gang in District 9, the Iron Jaw gang. unlike his lackey, he had an average build, with a slightly cream complexion. His hair was black, with tattoos of dragons slithering on his shoulders all the way to his hands. His lower jaw was also replaced with a metal one, unlike his lackey, his was gold. He sized the boy and walked over to his closet and grabbed a robe to cover himself.
"Well how are you doing Kael." Feng Yang said.