“Hey asshole, ya mind just grabbin’ your bowl and leavin’? You’re really holdin’ up the line here.” Said the young man towards another man, taller and dressed quite well. Definitely a man with deep pockets, but money or not the man was being incredibly rude with his friends, three other men dressed rather well and each with carton cups of ramen in their hands bought by the vendor before them: Yusuke Urameshi. They were enjoying it at first until all of a sudden the taller man which Yusuke would have to guess would be their ‘leader’ took his cup and slammed it onto the floor in front of the cart to Yusuke’s annoyance.
“Are you kiddin’? You sellin’ me THIS SHIT?!? Nothing but cold water.” Of course he was lying, Yusuke’s ramen had always been near perfection no matter the hour and from that little stunt the people that stood behind this man slowly began to back away and Yusuke was trying hard, EXTREMELY hard to keep himself calm and it’s taking SO MUCH. “You’re not expecting me to pay for this shit right!? Yo, boys show him what happens when someone fucks with us like this.”
The other three men discarded their ramen as well and began to surround the vendor. “Fellas, really I’d rather not have t’ do this shit whilst I’m on the job.” He spoke silently and calmly, oh if only there was someone skillful enough to get him out of this pickle, but since there were no such thing as superheroes nowadays he had to get himself out of this situation and it had been easily handled with a punch and a kick here and there knocking them all out whilst taking the money they’ve owed him exactly for their cups of ramen. “Never said I didn’t warn ya.” He spoke softly under his breath as he began to loading up his truck and drove off from the area deciding that he’s made enough to last him the day. Eyes then peers ahead to see a figure approaching his van of noodle goodness. “Sorry pal, closed early for the night.”
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