Chapter 12.

"I think he was the car driver who we killed." I said with an unsure tone.

"Didn't we kill him?" Even though she was unsure she asked me.

=====MC POV====

"See guys, I am in a good mood so if you want me to rob you from your rotten life. Fire your gun." I declared coming out of my cover as it was getting annoying for me.

"Animalistic mask, UZI X-01, Mini Mac no extension, cheap shady fits, Fata*** grunts. Which gang they might be from Mia." I quickly observed them as a whole from head to toe then asked Mia if she might know who the hell they were.

Just because I want to know who I am sending to hell or you can say being a little accountable.

"Animal masks, fat people… might be 'unable to walk obsessive Bikers'…." She said in a strange tone which was hilarious and coming out of cover standing behind me for protection.

"B**** what did you say!" A fat man with a bear mask coming forward aiming their gun at me said. 

"Kill them!" The person who was standing in the last order, everyone ignored my warning, took their position and emptied their SMG on me.

*Buuuurrrr

After 6 seconds they stopped firing because they couldn't see anything due to the dust cloud which was formed by them firing everywhere or everything other than us. 

"Your aim was as F***** and cheap as your mother! Completely lose" I taunted them as 50% of their ammo went to waste.

"He.. Is alive how?" They responded in disbelief.  

"HA HAH AHA." I heard Mia laugh like crazy on my taunt. The dust settled down and they were astonished that we survived all the bullets.

"Sparda leaves one fatty alive." I ordered summoning my stand next to me and immediately activities my time rendering slowing down the time.

"You are F****IN SAVAGE, Michael… I record all this s*** the gang won't be asking any questions. HAHAH" She complimented me and recorded Sparda butchering people with his sword in her phone. 

"Hey, how is it possible your stand…. it's….my camera recording him? How in hell?" She shuttered while framing the sentence, asking me in a doubtful and unbelieving tone. 

Seeing her overreaction I was also speechless. 'So does it mean normal stands are not seen by normal people… So my stand indeed is special…' 

"How the hell do I know? I myself recently found that I have one…" Keeping myself cool and composed, I told the truth.

"Let's hurry for the meeting . We only have 30 minutes." She looked at her watch and straight aways reminded me about the meeting. 

I also looked at her watch. It was indeed 30 minutes left then my eyes saw the fat man trying to run on his four without making any noise.

"Wait a minute, let me ask him a question or two." I insisted on her as 30 minutes were plenty for me as my driving was quite crazy.

"Fine, do as you please. I won't be responsible for being late." She gave up without arguing and pouted looking away in a bit angry.

"Y-Y-Y.. M-Monster…." The fat man struggled to speak because he was frightened to the point of pee in his pants by the demon who slaughtered his subordinates ruthlessly, slowly and painfully.

Enjoying their cries, begging and pleading to give them swift death.

'You are quite merciless Sparda.' I thought for a moment observing my stand then giving a bit of attention to the cowering man.

"Tell me, who sent you?" I asked getting a bit closer, staring into his eyes while choking him with telekinetic powers. 

"HE hehe heheh hah ahah. Die you all will die by Hands–" Like a broken toy he burst into laughing for no reason. His eyes become red,tears start coming out nonstop.

*BOOOM

As he said the last word he exploded into pieces creating mess around with all blood and organs flying here and there. The explosion was not very strong that it could harm me but still I slowed the time to move a step back just not to get all bloody.

"What happened, Micheal you fine?" Mia came running and asked with a worried expression looking at me. Checking me out if I was harmed or not.

"No, the explosion broke my hand. I can't drive any longer." I lied to Mia naturally holding my hand with a painful expression and she was easily convinced due to my acting skills being flawless.

"Ohh You syndicate guys made a lot of mess here," Looking back from where the irritated voice came we saw a young man with mildly wavy, short, dark brown hair and narrow dark brown eyes. He is tall and slim in terms of physique.

"Dazai, please don't make this old man walk that much." Said a tall and slender woman with cherry red eyes.

She had light, scarlet hair tied into a traditional Japanese bun that is held by three long golden pins and another hair clip on the right side of her head.

"D- *Deep breath* Dazai *Deep breath* wait…for me." A middle-aged man with grey said while panting.

He had swept-back hair, a mustache, and a short beard ending in a spike. His eyes are violet, with a monocle over his right eye, secured by a gold chain.

Behind the old man were a lot of mobs in black suits and guns. "Hmm, What you Port Mafia always wants pain in A** for syndicate." Mia ranted in anger, exchanging coldly glaring at three of them.

"Speak what you want Dazai or should I give you what you desire the most…. Death,"