Thud! Thud! Thud! The morning sun burned across the wide farmlands as boxes slammed into the old trailer, dust rising like smoke and forcing a cough from a young man.
"I wonder how long it's been since he last cleaned his trailer?" he wondered.
A neatly dressed driver walked to him.
"Well done, dear." The old driver praised as he took out a card. "Here." he lends it to Amoah.
Amoah scanned it with his smartwatch for the transaction by placing it on the watch.
The watch emitted a green light, signaling the transaction was over.
"It was nice working with you, son. Keep it up, you hear?" he advised, patting his shoulder.
"Sure, sir," he answered as the driver turned to leave. Amoah glanced at his watch; his eyes widened, then instantly turned normal. A little smile played on his lips, as if he had something he needed—something he shouldn't have obtained.
The driver opened the door just as he was about to board it. He felt a soft touch on his shoulder, then turned back to a smiling Amoah who showed him his watch.
[On it was written: 100,000 Ghana cedis — transaction successful]
"Yes?" the old driver asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused about why Amoah was showing his watch and smiling.
This is the Supercard, a transparent glass card built to send and receive money through digital scanning. You input the amount, assign recipient's name and details, the authorize the transfer. It can handle multiple recipients but each transaction must be processed individually.
"Sir, it's 30,000, not 100,000," Amoah said. "I think there's a mistake with your card."
"Ahaa! No. Actually, this is the contribution of all the workers in the company. After what your grandpa did for the company since its initiation 30 years ago, this is just the best we could do for him, and we pray he recovers soon," the driver explained.
"Sorry, but Grandpa forbade me from taking any extra payments from that company, so I'm sorry, but I will have to refuse your offer," Amoah sternly spoke whilst trying to keep his tone low in front of the elder.
"Then all those 150 kids in the orphanage, what happened them? Do you want them to starve and miss school. Is that what you want?" the driver moaned, grabbing his collar.
"Listen up, Amoah, we are indebted to him and we can never repay the amount we owe him with money. This is just what we are giving to take care of those kids in his absence, not repaying our debt. So you can't refuse it, no matter what. If you do…" he stopped.
"You stop purchasing our goods… I hope you know who actually benefits from this trading and who will lose something valuable," he answered, still in a low tone.
"If you don't receive it, then I will quit this job," he threatened.
Amoah gave a quick gasp, clearly stunned. He smiled in submission.
So you possess your own triumph card. I see you're using it to your advantage. Well, I guess I have no choice but to accept it; after all, we can pay most of the orphanage's debt, Amoah sighed.
"Fine. But this will be the first as well as the last time; I won't accept it," he said.
"Sure. I am once again sorry because I won't be visiting tonight, but I'm sure I will pay them a visit at the end of week," the driver apologized, entering the van.
"Be careful, okay?" he advised before driving away.
Amoah looked at the amount once again.
Mrs. Catherine will cook me alive tonight when she finds out.
He was snapped from his thoughts by a dog barking stressfully.
"Ridge?" he called out, then rushed into the forest at incredible speed.
I told Ridge to stay in the camp to avoid any unfamiliar confrontations, he recalled, brushing through the large farm.
He skidded to the tent where a gray wolf lay brutally beaten, blood dripping from its snout as it wimpers in tears and pain.
His eyes narrowed, his fist clenched, and his face contorted with ire.
Amoah rushed to it, kneeling and caressing it for a while—CLANG!
A sharp pain exploded on his head, putting him down, revealing a guy with a metallic pole.
The guy was in a rough clothes wearing a red handkerchief on his head with a large cigarette in his dark and cracked mouth.
"Kwasia! So you think you can be roaming free after what you did to my members?" he spoke with a confidence shocking for someone of his taut frame.
The others smirked, brimming with confidence behind their boss.
"So what was your reason for abusing my pet?" Amoah asked with an enraged, breaking voice.
"First, that's not a normal dog and it's incredibly fiesty. Third, what did expect, us Savage don't hesitate to kill any living danger."
His eyes widened as he tried to get back up.
The boss nodded as the first guy "Joe" stomped him. Surprisingly, Joe's stomp was a thing of destruction. Amoah was brought down hard.
"Peter and Paul," the boss called out. The two lean duo switched attention to him.
"You guys should take all the stuff in the tent. We will deal with this fool over here," he ordered. Simple strategy: keep the two fat duo, Joe and Junior, to deal with the fight, and the slimmer guys for looting. In his mind, he was a genius.
"Now, you two must neutralize him, and if I'm satisfied with any strike, you will earn the most out of you four," he announced, and thus the torture began for Amoah.
Every kick, punch, stomp, grab, and scream made him drool.
After a while the looting team came out with three boxes and big smiles.
"Boss, we are done," Peter announced. The boss was now pleased to see Amoah bleeding.
"Joe, Junior—pick him up!" he instructed with a menacing frown.
As his instruction was fulfilled, the glaring eyes of Amoah were unfazed and filled with anger. The boss wore brass knuckles then struck Amoah's face. blood streamed down from his face.
Unfazed, Amoah stomped the boss right into the muddy ground, destroying his face.
Joe kicked him down.
Savage didn't hesitate to quickly get back up to reserve his image.
He was. about to stomp him but his gaze lingered on the silver watch.
"Peter, seize that watch of his; it looks expensive. I bet he brought it from the States," he instructed.
Peter glanced at the beautiful silver watch, quickly falling in love with it.
"Heerh! It looks nice oh!" he said as he reached; with Amoah pinned, he took it off.
Amoah didn't react as expected,for some reason, he seemed very calm.
"Never mess with Mr. Savage, you hear?" he warned, then kicked him for the last time. "For the last." he mocked then left.
"Let's go," he ordered as they followed.
"You just had to steal things; you shouldn't have ," Amoah muttered.
As the thieves confidently reached the entrance of the farm wearing nose masks, four old men stood there with long poles.
"Stop there! You think no one saw you? I saw you guys…" the old man said but was cut off by Savage's instructions.
"Joe, beat them out of the way," Mr. Savage ordered, and with no hesitation the old men looked up to this giant with dismay as they were effortlessly knocked out.
Savage smiled at unconscious oldmen.
"Pitiful fossils. " he spat the words then turned away.
As they were about to leave, Paul's instincts twitched — a long stick swiped past him to the left. The gang spun around, only to find Amoah stepping forward.
"Rip off his clothes, naked men don't fight…Stupid fool," He roared, clenching his teeth.
Amoah smiled as Joe ran toward him. There was some distance. Watching the oversized Joe run, Amoah, wanting to end his miseries, decided to dash forward.
He closed in so fast, throwing a powerful punch. Joe could barely react before the fist collided with his face. Joe was knocked down with thud.
"Joe!" Junior roared as he charged at Amoah with his stick. Amoah stood unflinching by the imposing Junior, who was faster than Joe even though he was equally as oversized as Joe.
Junior swings, his stick closing down on Amoah's neck.
Amoah caught it and countered with a punch of his own. Junior began to stumble,his vision became blur.
I'm feeling dizzy
Amoah sweep kicks him down without inflicting more damage.
Savage nods at Peter and Paul and without a question they charged forward unfazed by the fact that they'll loose.
Amoah easily toppled Peter and closed on Paul, ducking his punch, then unleashing an uppercut to the jaw, sending Paul flying.
Amoah took a look at Paul's hands.
The watch isn't with him then…
Amoah gazed at the watch on Savage's hands who points a pistol at Amoah.
"Poor dude," he muttered as if sorry for him, but his face said otherwise.
All of a sudden a powerful bolt of electricity moved through Savage's spine, electrocuting him.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he cried, until Amoah moved slowly toward him.
Amoah lunged, punching the bastard down unconscious.
He took the watch off. It electrocuted him, but he still wore it.
"Glad to have you back," he said.
Displayed on the screen:
[Sir, you need to visit the hospital as soon as possible]
"I'm fine, so go to sleep." He turned it off as it would have electrocuted him if he hadn't obeyed.
He exhaled deeply, then fixed his eyes on the criminals.
"Ouch! It hurts." The old man woke up holding his head in pain.
Amoah's attention shifts to the old men then went to aid them.
After a while all the old men were all up.
At the entrance, Amoah thanked them.
"I'm sorry for what you've been through," he apologized.
"No need. Right now you need only healing, so you must leave now," the oldest advised.
"But what are we going to do with these idiots right here?" the next old man asked nervously.
"Just leave them to me. I think they'll be a very useful asset for the time being," he replied.
"Well then, take care. These fools are very stubborn, paa. So be very careful," he advised as the old men left.
"Well now, what should I do to them then?" he wondered, looking at those guys tied up to the tree.