Nothing to lose

"The devils are here tonight."

Those were the only words Kon's mind decided to replay as he ambled through the tables. He got orders from a few of the tables in the first three rooms, and he had yet to enter the upper rooms.

Those rooms at the other end of the hall were known as the VVIP rooms. They were always occupied by those of importance to the city.

Especially men you shouldn't trifle with.

"Phew."

Kon wiped the sweat from his brow when he finally made a round through the first three rooms.

He hated this part of his job. However, there was no way he could quit, as this was the only bar willing to employ a high school student. And not only that, but the tips he got there, coupled with his pay, were more than any place could ever pay him.

That was the reason he decided to stay with them.

The reason Kon hated the VIP was because of what happened there.

Unlike the ordinary areas of the bar, the things that happened in the VIP area weren't something a young student like Kon should be allowed to see.

However, the things that went on in the VIP area were nothing compared to the things that went on in his home. His mother had turned their home into a mini local brothel.

Tonight, the strippers in the VIP room had gone to the extreme. Three of the girls were dancing naked on the pole as the rich men, who frequented the bar, clapped their hands as they watched the females in anticipation.

"Phew."

Kon breathed out a sigh of relief when he stepped out of the third room so far. Working in the regular room was better than working in the VIP. At least he wouldn't have any need to be civil, despite the urge he had to hit one or two of the men who tried to cup a feel.

He didn't understand the men enough.

How could men want to touch another man as they did women?

It was something they did that he didn't understand. And Kon didn't want to understand.

"Where are you going, cutie?" One of the men, who came out of the second door, staggered close to Kon.

The Black Tiger, as the man was known, was the head of a loan shark company. At the young age of twenty, he was able to kill his father and take over the company.

The Black Tiger was a young man in his late twenties.

He was always dressed in black attire, and he always wore black boots. No one else had ever seen him wear any shoes aside from the black boots. And that caused a rumour that was going around the town.

Most believed that those black boots were his lucky charms.

And in some ways, they were his lucky charms. Not that anything lucky had happened to him with the boots. However, he believed in that.

After all, they were given to him by the only person he admired: his grandmother.

He was putting on the black boots the night he killed his father mercilessly in cold blood.

And since then, the Black Tiger had been feared among the people. He wasn't a man to be trifled with.

The dark knife mark that ran from his forehead and through the right part of his face made him formidable.

However, Kon didn't seem to mind. After all, he had nothing to lose. His family owed tons of money. He had nothing of value to his name.

"Work."

Just a word, and Kon started heading over to the fourth room for the night.

His work was simple. All he had to do was take orders from the people in there and pass them across to the bartenders.

Each night, he made a round of the various rooms three times before he called it a night. During the three times, his job was to take orders and deliver them to those who requested them.

"Where do you think you are going? I'm not done talking to you." The man angrily clenched his jaw.

"And you think I care?" Kon bit back in anger.

The man was stunned by his question. Never had someone been bold enough to challenge the Black Tiger.

"Who are you?" The Black Tiger seethed in anger. He had his palms balled in anger as he narrowed his eyes at the boy who dared to challenge him.

"I'm a boy who has nothing to do with you."

Kon's hand ached to make a collision with the stupid man's jaw. But he held himself from doing that because he knew that nothing good could come from causing trouble.

"Hey!" The Black Tiger raised his hand to hit Kon, who was ready to retaliate.

He hated to fight, but when the other party started a fight, he wasn't one to back down from it.

"Master!" One of the Black Tiger's men ran out of the room. He glanced around, searching for his master. "Master!" He ran to where the Black Tiger and Kon were currently having a staring contest.

Alone in the dark corridor that was only illuminated by the red bulb, the two men stood in front of the fourth door, staring down at each other as if they were preparing for a match.

Kon was ready for him. He was ready to show the Black Tiger that this poor boy from the slums wasn't ready to back down from a fight.

"What is it?" The Black Tiger asked, without turning to look at his man.

"We got a call from the company. There is a situation in the Northern —"

The Black Tiger raised his hand, and that caused his minion to stop talking.

He knew that if he didn't stop his minion, the fool would go on spouting words no other person should be privy to.

"If you don't mind, I will be on my merry way." Kon wasn't ready to listen to whatever the two might wish to discuss. He had something important to do, and that was to check on the others in the other rooms.