Chapter 4
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So he arrived at the National Bank.
Stepping on the entrance door, the security guard stepped forward glaring at him with a disgustful smirk.
“Can you identify yourself, you look like a thief.”
Dante turned towards him, surprised.
“How do I look like a thief?”
He felt his face, only then did he realize he had forgotten to take off the mask after his face began reshaping to normal.
“Don't you know who I am?” He didn't want to reveal he was the only Field Marshall in the world. The rank was assigned to him abroad and the commander had not spoken about it here, so no one knew except the soldiers and they weren't here.
“Will you get away from here or I'll drag you out?” At these, other armed guards came around thinking it was a criminal trying to bypass the bank’s security.
“This is a bank, no need for violence.” His voice came forth, meek and soft but in his eyes was a strong will to punch the guard in the head if he attempted to harass him.
“Doesn't he know I'm an officer?” Dante asked in his mind, holding a stern smirk.
“Are you looking at us that way, you thief?” The first guard struck out his hand wanting to slap him but Dante grabbed his hand, bending around and throwing him over to the ground.
The security guard grunted in pain.
The rest attempted to storm towards him but he reached out for his neck, swiping the humanoid mask off.
Seeing his seemingly familiar face, the guards stepped back. They knew him. He was the son of the massacred Camillo family of three years ago but the overthrown guard sprang from the ground.
“Why are you guys afraid of this criminal?” He launched towards Dante again. “Lay your hands again on me and I will call for reinforcement.”
“Don't you know it's against the law to touch an officer of the law?”
“Are you a better officer of law than me?” Dante couldn't control the anger fuming in his heart, even when he saw his forming real face, he still said rubbish.
The other guards were silent.
They began to whisper among themselves.
“Isn't he dead?”
“Didn't they say he died along with the others?”
“Or is it his ghost?”
“Has he come for revenge?”
The first guard blinked bitterly at his colleagues for fearing such an unimportant man.
“He even uses a mask to cover his face to hide his identity and you don't deal with such a person?” He shouted.
“Don't worry, I'm gonna deal with him myself.”
“What offense have I committed?” Dante asked.
“Will you shut up there and wait for your punishment?”
“Since you don't respect us, I will call the soldier unit. Bold criminals like you ought to be tortured and locked up in the guardroom.”
“We didn't even ask him what he's here for?” One of the other guards panicked, seeing the case might escalate.
Another of the guards stepped forward. “Please what are you here for?”
Dante looked at him, flinching his face away. He ignored them but upon the guard’s gentle persuasion, he decided to answer.
“I'm here to withdraw the billions of dollars the Camillo family left behind.”
The first guard who had walked a bit further while calling the soldiers to pick up Dante returned, spanking him so hard.
“What sort of confidence do you have to lay this accusation?” Seeing the weakest point of Dante, he kicked on his groin.
When he grunted and fell, the guard glided over his back, pulling his handcuff and putting it on his hands.
Dante had never been defeated even in the battlefield, for years he had never fallen nor bowed to anyone. Having to lie on the ground like this with people weaker than him watching tormented him.
Just then the soldiers arrive.
“Where is the thief?”
“Hand him over to us!”
The leading soldier growled. Dante lifted his face. A gasp came forth from both men, their eyes widened and jaws dropped.
“Sir!” The soldier stood straight, chest up and hands high up in salute. The soldiers behind him followed suit.
The guard who had handcuffed Dante slowly rose up, his jaw dropped. The other guards slowly slid back in fear, they were about to run.
“If you move!” The soldiers thundered.
“Sir, who did this to you?”
Merely turning his eyes on the head guard, the soldier somersaulted, kicking him in the stomach. He signaled his colleagues and they came over to free Dante.
“This is Dante Camillo, the only Field Marshall in the world.”
“The strongest war god in the universe.”
“How can you mistreat our superior, the National Hero of Mexico?”
The guards froze, their hearts stopping. Their jaws dropped so low.
The head guard was jacked up roughly, he went for the other guards.
“You all will live in the guard room from now on.”
As they were about to take the guards away, Dante called out, stretching forth his hand.
“Heyyy, stop!”
The corporal in charge stopped, giving an anxious glare.
“Any problem sir?”
“Why we shouldn't arrest them?” He stammered, not wanting to let go of those who disrespected his superior.
“No, take only him.” He pointed to the chief guard who handcuffed him. “The rest are innocent, let them go.”
Despite the pleas of the chief guard, he ignored. “You will receive what you want.” He muttered to himself. Though the released guards dropped to their knees to thank him, he ignored and walked inside.
“If I wasn't who I am, you wouldn't drop low to beg me.”
Walking straight to the cashier, he asked.
“Where's your manager?”
The cashier, a young woman, scanned him from head to toe, then smirked. “Please stand over there, let me attend to you whenever I wish.”
He looked and the line was long to the back.
He looked at her again. “I want to see your manager!” He said this time, more firmly.
“Are you better than all these people standing here?”
“Besides, what amount of money are you here to transact?” She taunted loudly. “Or–” Her lips curled in a mocking twist. “Going to report me?”
Dante was fed up, stamping his foot on the ground, he shouted in anger, “Where's your manager?”
“Oh, he thinks he's still the son of the powerful mafia family.”
“Such a poor guy living in the past.”
“If you guys were that strong, why were you killed?” The customers in the queue began to taunt. They said it clearly to his ears.
“A criminal! He must be back from prison.”
“Such a man deserves to be killed.”
Not saying one or two, he somersaulted, kicking the man who made this last statement. “You can insult me but I hate it when cowards like you wish me bad,” he said, amidst gnashing of teeth.
The man fell to the floor, crashing his head and back on the floor.
The cashier picked up her cellphone. “Hello manager, there's a criminal causing commotion here downstairs, please come down quickly, let's mobilize the security to arrest and bind him.”
“That's what I wanted!” Dante growled. “Since you didn't want to call the manager willingly for me.”
“Let the manager come, you will be roasted!” She growled.
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