I, Mingzhi Hujilang, am eight years old this year.
I hate it more than anything when people call me a little brat.
They just don't understand. You could walk all over Yokohama with a flashlight and not find many max-level kids like me.
I was destined from birth to stand at the pinnacle of the Port Mafia. My ambition is to kick the Armed Detective Agency and punch the Special Division for Unusual Powers.
As a Mafia executive, I have to take responsibility, even if that loathsome gravity manipulator refuses to acknowledge me.
Hmph, even without any underlings, I can patrol the territory all by myself.
One day, I ran into a bandaged weirdo and a red-haired man with stubble.
The first thing they said was, "Isn't that Hujilang? I held you when you were little."
As if! How dare they claim to know a man at the top? Trying to fool an executive with that sugary flattery, huh? I went straight over and kicked the bandaged guy.
The battle ended in disaster. My power was completely useless, and the weirdo gave my little butt a brutal beating.
I had no choice but to rush back to base and ask the hat-wearing gravity manipulator for help. Not only did he refuse, he even dared to laugh at me.
Damn it. When I'm all grown up, I'll tie you two face-to-face and dump you in Siberia to grow potatoes.
Just as the hat guy was framing me for causing trouble every day and getting ready to send me to that prison called "elementary school," a Russian who claimed to be a good person got in touch. He said he could make me stronger and help me debut.
Heh heh heh. Just you wait.
The Tiger of Mingzhi is coming.
(He calls himself a max-level kid, but he's actually just a brat.)
[OOC warning, alternate setting warning]
Premise: A brat does big things
