Im Inlove With My Bodyguard

Mr. Crisostomo had just left a restaurant and was walking towards his car, unaware that someone had been watching him for a while. It was a man with malicious intentions.

As he was about to open his car door, the sinister man suddenly blocked his path with a dark agenda in mind. He pointed a gun at Mr. Crisostomo.

“Who are you?" Mr. Crisostomo asked in surprise. The man wore a black hood that concealed his face, revealing only his eyes, nose, and mouth. There weren't many people around, and only a few were left in the restaurant Mr. Crisostomo had just come from.

"Give me your money and cellphone!" the man ordered.

"W-why? What do you need my cellphone for-"

"Why are you questioning me?! Do you want me to blow your brains out right here? Give it to me!" the man yelled, his gun trained on Mr. Crisostomo. Trembling with fear, Mr. Crisostomo reluctantly handed over his cellphone and wallet to the man. But before the man could successfully grab them, another man arrived.

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"Damn, this cigarette I bought is awful! It might even be fake. This is ridiculous! If you're unlucky, you're really unlucky. I don't even have a job, and now my only pleasure, this damn cigarette, is fake!"

Rocky quickly tossed the cigarette he had bought from Aling Bebang's store. It was obviously fake and not enjoyable to smoke at all. It seemed like it was made of papaya leaves or something.

He reached into his pocket and found five pesos. He decided to buy another cigarette, but this time he'd go to Aling Ising's store. Maybe he'd have better luck there, and she wouldn't give him a fake one like Aling Bebang.

As he walked in the direction of Aling Ising's store, he noticed a new restaurant nearby. He wondered who the owner might be. There didn't seem to be many people around.

He was about to pass by when he saw two men who appeared to be arguing.

Having spent a considerable amount of time in this area, Rocky was no stranger to the chaos of Tondo. It wasn't surprising to encounter robbers and troublemakers here.

He was about to keep walking, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the old man involved in the altercation. It looked like he needed help, and he was elderly. Plus, Rocky felt a pang of conscience.

And, of course, as a self-proclaimed neighborhood superhero, he quickly approached the two arguing men.

"Give it to me!"

Those were the words he heard from the man wearing the hood. He was already behind him without the man noticing.

Seeing the old man trembling in fear and about to hand over his wallet and cellphone to the man, Rocky swiftly grabbed the man's hand and, in an instant, had the gun in his own possession.

To his surprise, the man with the hood, whose face was hidden, stared at him.

"Who are you?" the man asked in astonishment.

"Say hi to my fist," Rocky replied with a grin, and he punched the man in the face.

The man fell to the ground.

Rocky inspected the gun he had taken from him and realized it was fake.

"You idiot! Your gun is fake?" he scoffed at the man while looking at the fake gun in his hand. It was like a child's toy!

He kicked the man and delivered a blow to his stomach.

"B-boss, please, stop! I won't fight!" the man said in fear as he retreated. Once he had regained his composure, he stood up and ran away.

Rocky couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the gun in his hand.

What a fool!

"Thank you very much for your help," the old man said.