Pervert

Kon briskly walked towards the fourth room. His entire focus was on his duty. He didn't even bother to think of the dumb leader of the Black Tiger, whom he would have punched to hell had he tried anything funny with him.

"Stupid fellows always thinking they can bully someone like me?" Kon scoffed.

"They don't know who I am." He wiped the sweat from his brow before he entered the last room.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured Mafia devil and his men.

"Wait, who am I kidding?" He laughed. "It's not as if the Mafia devil will notice me even if I'm one of the strippers dancing on the pole."

Everyone knew the Mafia devil was a player, but no one had seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him.

It wasn't as if Kon had seen him in person. However, what he had heard about the Mafia devil was more than enough.

He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

Unlike the previous rooms he took orders from, the music was low here.

There was no sight of the female strippers around. And that made Kon wonder what the men were doing in the bar in the first place.

Only two men sat on chairs in the middle, while the others stood around them with their faces tight.

There was no emotion on their faces as they backed their masters, who were discussing a business proposal.

Kon glanced at the men who were sitting on the chairs.

One had his back to him, so he wasn't able to see him as clearly as he did the others.

The other one who was facing Kon was putting on a green suit. His dark hair was slicked to the side, accentuating his grey eyes perfectly.

Kon glanced at the men before he headed to the bar.

He couldn't understand how the bar could stress its workers this way.

Each of the rooms had provisions for a bar, but the club manager had refused to stock it with drinks.

Kon headed towards the bar when he saw another man in a suit sitting on a chair.

None of the guards standing by the side batted an eye as Kon passed them.

They already knew he was a worker in the bar. His shirt said it all.

"Excuse me, sir," Kon politely greeted the man who had his back to the others.

"Good evening." The man finally turned, making his profile visible to the world.

Just like the man Kon saw speaking with the one with his back to the door, the man in front of him had grey eyes that seemed to take everything in at once.

Initially, the man in the red suit turned, thinking it was one of his guards. However, he wasn't counting on the person being the cute boy in front of him.

"How may I help?" He smiled at the cute boy with mesmerising green eyes.

Kon scoffed inwardly as he perfectly masked his expression.

The man hadn't tried anything funny yet, so he didn't see any reason to snap, at least not until the matried something funny.

"What are your orders, sir?" Kon brought out his jotter and pen.

"Are you on the menu?" The man smirked as he gave Kon a once-over.

Unknown to Kon, his clothes looked so enticing. The black trousers he was putting on hugged his butt like a second skin. And it left close to nothing to the imagination.

"No, sir." Kon forced a smile. "I'm here to take your or—"

He shrieked when the man suddenly hugged him. "Tell me your price for a night. Anything, love."

"Go to hell!" Kon pushed the man with all his might until he released him. "If you have nothing to order, just tell me so." Kon was still trying to keep his emotions in check.

He was still at work, and these guys were VVIPs.

He couldn't do anything until they tried something funny with him.

"Come on, love." The stupid man smirked. "You don't have to act so hard to get. I'm—" He tried to touch Kon, but got his hand slapped away.

"Don't you dare touch me, you pervert! If you have nothing to order, tell me!"

This time, Kon's outburst alerted the men who were discussing business.

The Mafia devil turned at the sound of the voice that dared to interrupt them.

"Come on, I know you—"

"If you dare touch me, you will regret the day you were born, pervert." Kon pocketed the jotter and pen as he got ready to take the man head-on.

He was aware that he couldn't possibly defeat the men around him. Yet, he wasn't about to back down without a fight.

The man laughed. "Are you threatening me?" His face turned dark in anger. "Do you know who I am?" He growled in anger.

"Who are you?" Kon scoffed. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Hmm." The Mafia devil watched the boy as he challenged the infamous Black Sniper. The fire in the boy's eyes was what caught the Mafia devil's attention.

However, Kon, whose attention was focused solely on the pervert in front of him, wasn't aware of the Mafia devil's attention on him.

Not only was the Mafia devil looking at them, but the entire room had their attention on them.

"How dare—"

"If you have nothing to order, I'm out of here." Kon tried to leave, but the Black Sniper, who wasn't ready to lose face in front of his father and the Mafia devil, dragged him back.

"Where do you think you are going, whore?" He sneered in anger.

"You dare call me a whore?" Kon was beyond normal reasoning.

Just the mention of the word he hated most in the world caused him to do something he never would have done.

He kicked the sniper in the stomach, so fast that the Black Sniper didn't have enough time to dodge the hit.