Well, now I was sure that every misfortune was because of these creeps, but when I was thinking about it, I saw from the balcony that a black cat was crossing the road in front of my car, and the moment it crossed in front of my car, a car at high speed came and thrashed it under its wheels. Seeing it, I started to get vibes that even my car is just made up of misfortune, but whatever the mess is, I just can't have my ass burned by these assholes, so I began to plan on how the fuck I would save my ass because expecting anything from them would only bring misfortune to me, so I took my cigar and lit it while thinking for straight answers. But all I was getting were bad dreams about that fucker, the spirit king, but as I was about to think about a solution, a ball came flying out of the window and directly at my face. Seeing it, Antak and others were shocked by this sudden gift and broke into laughter, while I was surely pissed because of my sucky life, so I made a cold face and looked down from the balcony and saw some wicked kids were playing cricket. First, seeing the kids ruined my mood further, but then I heard a creepy-ass kid screaming, "Uncle, give that ball back to us. It came by mistake, so you better return our ball quickly!" Hearing this brat's nasty words, my ass started to burn crazily because this pipsqueak just now hit my face with his dirt-stained ball, and instead of apologizing, this bastard had such nerve that he dared to order, and this creep even had bitches who were getting impressed by this attitude. Well, kids surely are one thing that any person shouldn't have no matter what circumstance they have, but these annoying little creatures are just assholes and way too mean. But thinking about not attracting attention, I thought about returning the ball until I heard this 2-by-2 kid's friend shout, "Hey uncle, stop messing with your bitch and quickly give us our ball, or we are going to call our parents, who won't let you have your balls, ok?" Hearing his words made me realize why I never liked these little pieces of shit. To think that the kids who haven't even passed their schools had such nerve to talk to me like this—this surely required confrontation, so I smiled and took my bat and jumped off the balcony. It was nearly the second or third floor, so I fell with great impact, but such minor things couldn't even make me feel anything, so I landed on the ground with great impact, and dust started to rise while these little bastards had their mouths open and their eyes shocked. While their bitches were also quite shocked, I wiped my clothes and lit my cigar while making a terrifying face and gestured towards that foremost kid to come towards me. Seeing my gesture, his face turned pale, but after seeing my glare, he came towards me in a pretty shaky manner and spoke while hiding his terror: "Un-Uncle, we were asking about our ball that came into your house. If you can kindly give it to us, it would be great!" Hearing his words, I place my hand on his head and speak with the same expressionless and terrifying tone: 'Ok, so which piece of shit was blabbering just now about the ball, and who was it that was saying something about my girl? Tell me, brat, as right now I don't see the point of hitting a kid, but these days kids surely are crossing more lines than they should, right? So tell me the names of those bastards who were blabbering just now!" Hearing my words, that kid was about to pee while some dickheads were trying to act like studs in front of their bitches, so I had to glare at them so that they wouldn't be messing around. In contrast, the kid who was standing beside me spoke: "Un-unc-uncle, that fat fucker was the one who screamed first, and that Black dickhead spoke about your girl. I didn't say anything, Uncle; you can see, so please let me leave. I promise I won't ever play cricket again. I don't even know these fuckers!" Hearing such words made me realize that these pieces of shit aren't that bad; they just need a reminder that they are not above everything, but whatever. I first called that fat kid, who was looking like he was about to run, and seeing me glaring at him, he even had tears in his eyes and was looking way too apologetic, while I was surely not in the mood to hit anyone, so I told Antak to tug this fat kid on an average tree. Now it was the turn of the Black kid; this motherfucker was not even looking afraid, and he was looking more like he would even charge at me. Seriously, I don't want to sound racist or anything, but seriously, this kallua was glaring at me more intensely than even when I was glaring at everyone. This bastard surely was of a different breed, and seeing his face, I was confused if I should even say something to him or just let him leave, because he was way too strange—like his face was looking like he peed himself, but his eyes were saying that if a fight happened, then he wouldn't be holding back. True, motherfucker, but whatever, this kid was surely more interesting than other dickheads, so I gave him a grin and told Bona to tug him by his underwear on nearby trees. Antak and others were criticizing me for picking up on kids, but these nasty sons of bitches were just bigger assholes than other dickheads, while I really liked that fat kid and that cute Black kid, but I can't just let them off the hook for hitting my face and even blabbering shit about me right on my face, and these dickheads' bitches were not even good, but as I was thinking about them, I saw a beautiful woman come running towards that Black kid and put him down and speak: "My cute little kalu, who did this to you? " Tell me the name of that fucker, and I will make sure to tell my father, and he will surely screw him up! "Hearing it, I realized my instincts were correct about him; this bastard was truly something else, more like a legend, inheriting his legacy of being Black, a true master. Seeing it, I had no reaction but to just bow my head in respect of this kid. I guess such people are born with fate; I could see countless upcoming videos of him on the internet.
