It was night and it was possible to see Oliver walking with his eyes lowered while his dark circles seemed deeper.

His grumpy expression seemed to be getting worse as he stared straight ahead looking irritated as he thought.

'Never more...'

Oliver let out a long yawn as he remembered why he was so tired.

He had spent his entire weekend looking for news and more blogs that caught his attention citing something that reminded him of his relics, but in the end those nights had not been productive, having spent the night looking for news while updating the blog in search of of news.

After spending those late nights awake and all the tiredness accumulated, Oliver's day at college and work had become even longer and more exhausting, being forced to fight sleep while remaining productive.

At the end of the day, he passed through the less busy streets of his neighborhood while still struggling to stay awake, until a light caught his attention in his field of vision.

Looking in that direction, he saw a market with flashy lights that illuminated the sign.

He soon remembered that it was a market in the region that he normally ignored because he always ate at university, but this time, he scratched the back of his head while thinking.

'I'm going to need coffee if I want to maintain this sleepless routine, I'm probably going to use that bow to end my life...'

Almost like a mumble, he crossed the street and put his hands in his pockets as he entered the establishment.

At the entrance, a young, tall boy greeted him welcoming him and Oliver nodded his head, thanking him.

As he walked through the aisles, he saw a huge variety of foods and snacks that made him seriously consider investing some of his money in them.

Looking around the market, he noticed a pleasant atmosphere and at the top there were mirrors so that the attendant could have a better view of the entire environment.

However, in that reflection, something caught Oliver's attention and he saw other presences close to the counter where the attendant was.

He turned slightly and saw from the corner of his face some tall men in flashy black clothes, they seemed to be together as they surrounded the counter with their bodies and stared at the attendant who was clearly nervous.

Looking from afar, Oliver saw that they were smiling and while one sat at the counter, appearing to press the attendant and extend his hand.

There was some movement at the register and Oliver squinted when he saw it, then turned around and saw in front of him a coffee kit and some nearby boxes.

Over time, those men left and Oliver saw the attendant's face in the same mirror, who looked frustrated.

Taking the kit and the cheapest coffee he had, he soon went to the counter and spoke into the distance.

“Who were those punks? Your friends?"

The attendant was startled when he heard the sentence as he opened his eyes wide and put his body forward, trying to see if any of them were still there, seeing them on the other side of the street as they talked and laughed loudly to the point that he could hear them even inside the room. Marketplace.

With that, he sighed in relief and lowered his eyebrows again as he said.

“My friends wouldn’t tax me to defend myself...”

Oliver raised a curious eyebrow as he placed what he wanted to buy on the counter, then questioned it.

"What?"

The boy sighed as he picked up the products and saw their prices, passing by the register while saying in a downcast tone.

“They are gangsters who extract money from traders in the region, claiming it is for their own defense, but in the end it is so they don't vandalize the place...” He completed the task at the cashier and said. “We pay because… well… who knows how far they can go.”

The phrase showed a certain frustration and Oliver looked at the group on the other side of the street, realizing that they had a few wads of money as they continued to make noise.

His eyes focused on those faces, but he soon closed his eyes and said.

"Fine..."

Soon he would take a larger banknote out of his pocket, enough to pay for his purchases and then bag the products he had purchased, taking his change and heading towards the exit.

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In the reflection of the door he saw the attendant's face, still with his head down, and then he passed through the door, turning to continue down the street.

Until for a brief moment, he turned and saw the men talking in the street, until the group started walking and turned the corner.

Oliver turned his body completely and remembered his conversation with the silver-haired woman, squinting his eyes slightly as he thought.

'They don't seem to be rich, but what about oppression?' Oliver looked at the backpack on her back as he sighed saying. ‘I don’t think I’ll be possessed again, so we’ll see…’

On the way, with a slight smile on his face, he took down the backpack from his shoulders that let a little bow slip as he turned to enter an alley.

A little time passed and the gangsters walked along the street carelessly, heading towards a warehouse where there was an iron door left open.

Seeing this, they slightly lifted the door and entered the interior, which revealed a dark area where only a dim lamp and the glow of the moon illuminated the place full of boxes where other adults were sitting.

Everyone looked serious and wore simple clothes while mostly having accessories like gold chains and watches.

In the end, the group that had arrived entered while the one who had climbed onto the counter previously spoke before entering.

“Hey, we arrived with-”

His sentence was interrupted by a banging sound and the gangster immediately let saliva run while his eyes turned white.

Those inside the warehouse widened their eyes as they saw the man's body give way and fall to the ground, making a dry, almost muffled sound as he seemed to convulse with saliva still dripping down.

Behind him, everyone saw a standing image with a green cloak and hood that rose from a punching position and then waved its hand while still feeling the pain of the blow.

Everyone watched with wide eyes, until they got up from their boxes, arming themselves with iron bars and crowbars.

Those who were close to what was fainted took a while to react, but soon raised their fists, making Oliver think.

‘Iron bars and others that break upwards with fists.’ His eyebrows lowered beneath his hood as he thought. ‘Third-rate criminals are just vandals.’

As he finished, Oliver saw one of those with the fainted man come forward with his fist raised to punch.

Oliver could clearly see the vandal moving and his body reacted quickly, grabbing his opponent's fist with his hand and staring in surprise.

‘Wow, that was easier than I thought, I can react those moves.’

With one movement, Oliver turned his opponent's fist, who was forced to kneel due to the difference in strength.

The bandit's eyes widened, but before he could react, a kick hit his face and pushed his head back.

With surprising force, the bandit was thrown and slid, already passed out on the ground, scaring the other companions and surprising Oliver, who also opened his eyes wide, but then frowned.

‘I don’t want to kill anyone, better I hold back, but if they just get beaten up they’ll start stealing again... so...’

Once again Oliver advanced on the bandits.

As the hooded man advanced, the first target tried to strike, but soon his blow was caught at high speed and then a knee came to his elbow, causing the bone to break and bend the bandit's arm and he fell unconscious due to the pain.

Everyone who tried to attack was counterattacked and had their leg and arm bones broken with a single blow, causing those struck to pass out within moments.

Those who had robbed the store were already unconscious on the floor and the rest still seemed shocked, while Oliver looked down thinking.

‘They won’t steal for a while.’

Still in shock at what they had witnessed, they soon saw the boy in the green cape raise his head and turn his eyes towards them, Oliver started a quick run towards the gangsters.

This time a bandit with a crowbar advanced, aiming for Oliver's head, who opened his eyes wide and looked to the side.

Even before the crowbar hit the ground, the bandit's face was hit by a punch that turned his head slightly to the side and he was thrown again and fell to the ground convulsing.

Oliver continued to have the clear advantage, but behind his back he heard a scream and when he looked back he saw a man holding the iron bar with both hands and delivering a horizontal blow aimed at his head, but Oliver ducked and dodged it easily.

Seeing the opportunity, he kicked the gangster's knee, breaking it with ease, making the man open his eyes wide and give in in shock, immediately receiving a jab that weighed more than a hook, throwing him over the boxes in the room.

As he saw the other armed gangsters start to run towards him, Oliver thought while jumping lightly with his feet and a smile on his face.

‘I’m getting the hang of it.’

In that warehouse, the sound of muffled screams and blows echoed.

Sounds of an iron bar hitting something were heard, but in the end the sounds of the blows did not decrease, until the last one was delivered when Oliver punched directly in the face of a gangster who was hitting the wall, completely unconscious.

After all that fight, Oliver was panting and bathed in sweat again, placing his hands on his knees while still recovering and thinking to himself.

‘I’d better continue with the bow anyway...’

He coughed up some saliva mixed with blood, showing that he had been hit a few times and walked towards the fainted ones.

After searching the bodies, Oliver took the money they had and put it in his backpack, taking one last look to see if everyone was still passed out and then leaving the warehouse.

In the end, he sighed as the moon's brightness illuminated his body and made him scratch his eyes, realizing that after all that, his sleep returned with force and made him lean to the side.

Amid a long yawn he thought.

‘Let’s get this over with...’

Time passed and it was possible to see the park where Oliver had fought the day before.

Some homeless people were lying on benches near the park exit and away from the trees, many were almost asleep while others were still covering themselves with rags and cardboard.

It seemed to be something routine, until they heard footsteps around the place that caught the attention of some who looked and saw a boy in ordinary clothes, but his face with some cuts and bruises on his face and arms.

He held large bags that caught the attention of the beggars as he approached the group and left the bags on the ground.

Seeing all those people, Oliver sighed with relief at having found them and said, lifting a bag full of lunch boxes as he said.

“Who’s hungry?”

He spoke with a slight smile on his face that caught the attention of the homeless and aroused a smile on some people's faces and a look of curiosity on others while Oliver smiled calmly.

“Let’s eat, I brought a lot and got enough for everyone.”

That night would last longer than expected, in the end, Oliver had dinner with those beggars who talked calmly with the boy while he felt a pleasant sensation in his chest, making him think.

'It wasn't so bad doing it.'