Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 479: Provocation

Kakinada Port Area

At the end of the long queue among tens of queues, a handsome young man with crimson-red eyes and sharp features stood, waiting for his turn.

A conventional wooden guitar bag is hanging on his back. The young man is Mohan Das. He stood in line, waiting for the check-up to reach Hope Island.

With advanced vision, he is observing what's going on inside the checking point, which is a closed room.

From top to bottom, the soldiers were checking with scanners and x-ray machines to find any unconventional weapons. There are a total of 33 lines, along with 33 checking rooms at the beginning of each line.

The line in which Das stood is also packed. But the marching soldiers, who were carrying advanced machine guns, were keeping everyone in check. Almost 90% of the people who stood in lines were foreigners.

After careful observation, Das realized all these people looked like soldiers from different countries. With a neat haircut, long stature, and sharp features, they stood like trained individuals.

Das, who is calmly observing everything, suddenly fell on the lady before him as someone pushed him from behind.

Instead of getting angry, the lady smiled at Das with a sly wink. Ignoring the muscular lady before him, Kent turned around to see the person who pushed.

"What are you looking at? Move." A middle-aged man with a long beard, brown hair, and a long scar on his smirking, proud face spoke in an arrogant tone. He wore the camouflage clothes of a rebel. The members who stood behind him seemed to be his subordinates, as they mocked Das with sarcastic remarks.

But the line Das stood in is not moving, and the scar-faced guy intentionally did it. Das held back the urge to punch his face and stood calmly, ignoring his taunt.

Soon, the scar-faced guy pushed Das again with much force. But Das body didn't even budge a single inch. The scar guy felt like he was pushing a cement block.

With a quick movement, Das turned to his side and clutched the wrist of the scar guy.

"Ahhh…"

The scar-faced guy's eyes widen as he stares at his arm, which began turning a dark green color.

"Brother Scar... Brother Scar..." the scar-faced guy's lackies hurriedly gathered around Das. But before any one of them dared to take a step, more than guarding soldiers reached the commotion and pointed their guns at the mob.

"Young man, leave his hand." One of the soldiers turned his aim at Das head.

But Das, clutching the hand of the scar guy, stared at his face with a mocking smile. The scar guy already began apologizing as he kneeled before Das with pain.

Das smirked on the scar guy's face and flung his arm towards his face. But the scar guy already lost the ability to move his arm, which turned a dark green color due to a lack of blood flow.

The soldiers warned everyone with a threatening gesture and left to check the line. But one of the soldiers stood guard for the time being to control any face-off.

"I thought handsome guys were weak ones. You seem to be a different one." The lady on whom Das fell first said while turning towards Das.

Das just smiled at her reply and didn't prolong the conversation. But the lady didn't let him stay calm.

"Is there a real guitar in that box?" the lady asked while pointing at Das's back pack.

"Nah, it has the thing that decides this war." Das replied while moving along the line. The lady laughed jokingly while touching his shoulder and also called for the girl who stood before her.

"Sister Kavi, did you hear what this young man said?"

A tall girl with a strong build turned around to glance at Das. After a quick glance, she turned back without saying anything. The tall girl wore a mask, covering her features.

But Das clearly saw the beautiful face of the lady. With neatly shaped eye brows, glowing cheeks, and attractive dimples, she looked like a top model. As his gaze deepened, he saw her shared abs and muscles.

Soon, they reached the checking point, which has five separate cabins for physical verification. As Das entered the room opposite him, a young man in soldier uniform asked him to put his hands above his head.

Without uttering a single word, Das followed the command of the soldier. Along with that young soldier, there are five other guys inside the room. While the young soldier was checking out Das's body, a stout middle-aged soldier asked for Das's details.

Soon another one came and scanned Das's body with a hand X-ray device. "You show me your guitar box." A stout man with a big moustache ordered Das with a playful smile.

Ignoring the mocking look on the moustache guy, Das put down the guitar box and opened the clips.

"A rusted sword and a broken bow... Hmmhh... do you really plan to fight with these two items?" A middle-aged soldier who is writing down Das's details in a thick stack of book, questioned with a serious look.

"Hahaha… At least he is not bringing a guitar." The moustache guy retorted in a mocking town while getting up from his seat. "Boy, do you even know what type of people you were going to face? Each person on that island can kill a thousand people in a single day. You better leave this place before it's too late." He added while looking down on Das with a mocking look.

Ignoring the moustache man's comments, Das placed his hand on the ink pad and stamped his handprint on his name inside the thick booklet.

"Leave it, sergeant. He might be going to commit suicide." The young soldier who scanned Das's body said it with a smiling face.

Just as the middle-aged soldier prepared to scan Das's Iris, the room door flung open, and General Harries Singh came hurriedly to meet Das.

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