Mafia Kingdom AKA Rise Of A Teenage Drug Baron 10 Chapter - 010 – Look Into My Soul - Part 1

In the fields is where s.h.i.+long grew up, but unlike his folks, he hated the soil very much. He felt the dirt of the soil marked him. When he goes to the market in a small town nearby, people identify him for the dirt in his dress. When he meets new people, the merchant, townfolks, guards, and everyone sees not him, but the dirt. He didn't suffer the heat burn, but he felt branded by the dirt.

The beauty that looked down on him, the vendor that looked down, the restaurant that didn't want him inside, despite him having money enough for a meal from his years of penny-pinching. The dirt denied him entry.

At such a bleak moment when he was thought was he really that dirty, he saw the same people who mocked him and looked down on him with a different look in their eyes. A look filled with respect over another person. A person dressed in a pristine white coat.

In the restaurant, a man who was seated stood up to offer that person his seat, the beauty looked at the man with naked l.u.s.t, the vendor was humble and eager to show the man his wares.

s.h.i.+long followed him all day, he only knew the man's name or so he thought. Everyone called the man 'doctor', which young s.h.i.+long thought was his name.

Later in years, he came to know that a doctor is a profession. A profession of prestige and cleanliness.

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s.h.i.+long despised the farm that grew in. He hated the soil that provided meals for him.

Though s.h.i.+long was not the sharpest tool in the shed, he made up for it with hard work. When hard work was not enough, he did whatever it takes to get what he wants.

He tricked his parents into selling the farm to finance his education. Later, left the home stealing all the sale money without telling anyone. He cheated on his exams in any way possible. When he got into college, he made illegal drugs in the college lab for the gangs to cover his expenses.

When s.h.i.+long graduated, he is more of a crook than a doctor. A heartless fiend licensed to carry a surgical knife.

The poor lack much but the greedy lack more, a human husk of greed is what s.h.i.+long has become.

Greed plunged him more and more into the depths of depravity like a struggling animal in the quagmire. A s.a.d.i.s.tic and sure descent into a state of lifelessness.

We call ourselves humans, but have we ever given a thought on considering what is human?

One is deemed human not by how we look; human is not in our blood; human is not how we behave; human is not by the DNA.

Human is the compa.s.sion and wisdom that one finds in the depth of one's eyes. The eyes tell you, who you are...

When you are ready to do anything, your eyes change, your soul morphs into something else.

The eyes of inhuman are what Dr. s.h.i.+long looks at every day in the mirror and those same eyes are looking at the boy who is seated across him.

Ever since the numbing effect of the anesthetics kicked in Dr. s.h.i.+long has looked at nothing but Hagan. The more he looked, the more he felt familiar but also different.

"...you are not human ...but different."

"I don't have time for wordplay."

"Any idea on why I didn't kill you?"

"You couldn't. Cuifen couldn't tell, but I can, it is your first time drawing blood. You held onto the Axe handle until your knuckles turned white. You are no killer, just a cornered beast."

"...you may be right. A beast is what I might be, but this is no struggle before death."

"...This is a hunt..."