Chapter 41 - 41

"We should test him on this case, which is much more difficult than the scouts that we sent to the Blue Neighborhood. Send a paid Awaken, let us see how great that kid is at managing him." One said, and he was skinny, more appropriately, slim. He had a long face and a bob cut for his brown almond hair.

He wears a tracksuit and has round-framed eyeglasses. His total appearance seems to make him look like a shut-in person, but in reality, it was his side gig. Gig, or hobby, he doesn't care what people call him to. However, when it comes to fighting, he can do great kicks as he was a taekwondo player with black belts that even surpass the abilities of those who are E-rank Awakens.

"Test? That punk need a test? I will go there and kick his eggs and smash his head on the ground to know who is the boss." Mighty said with great determination, his right fist disconnected from his chin with veins appearing on it.

"Didn't we say we had to take a clean path? What if you go there and learn that K will be there? We don't even know if they already had a relationship with the Green Falcons. We can't risk being attacked if you are not here." Pherkas noted that instantly muted Mighty. His words were greater than him. Even though he was the boss, the leader of the gang, he couldn't go against his plans as he was one of the foundations and the reason why they could go against the authorities.

"Ah." Mighty cleared his throat and awkwardly retracted back to his seat. He then scratched his nape in an awkward manner as he leaned back.

"Pherkas, do you think we should test him?" Lindo, the third one asked.

"That is the better way for us to determine his worth. After all, if we plan to take over the Line City, we must learn how to not waste potential lackeys." Pherkas heinously uttered with a smirk forming behind his bandages. He put some pictures on the table as he spread them for them to see.

"This is his family. We heard from a high school student who was just his classmate that this girl right here is one who is closest to him." There, Pherkas pointed to a picture of a young lady, Kyla Wyles. When Mighty saw it, his eyes widened as he pulled it straight into his sight, being captured by the beauty Kyla has.

"Who is she? She is too stunning! I want her!" Mighty excitedly said as his nose was producing smoke from the lust in his lower body.

Lindo could only shake his head as he witnessed Mighty's unsightly personality once again. Lindo was a shut-in sometimes, but what he despised were those who were perverts and child predators. One of the things he despises is Mighty who is beside him. However, despite that, he still cooperates with the gang but just shuts deaf when it comes to things like this. It makes him puke and vomits blood while his eyes boil from watching this kind of play.

For heaven's sake, why would this kind of fetish even exist? It does not only emphasize and show an utterly gibberish manner, but also an unsightly experience in the inner conscience of his body. For these reasons, Lindo cannot stand seeing this from Mighty, and he will instantly stand if this hits Mighty's system again. At least this way, he can contain himself. Otherwise, he would leave the gang if not for the other benefits he gets from the family.

'Ugh. Why am I so weak in this shit? Even incest truly disgusts me that wants me to kill a boar and eat it raw just to die from poisoning. What kind of creatures are these to be called human?' Lindo pondered this before standing up from his seat.

When they noticed his intention to leave, they asked him.

"Ah, I will go as I remember I have some business to do. I will send YT here. He is the E-rank Awaken I just recruited. He is junior to me at the club. You can be sure to trust him." Lindo said before he left the room, everyone was left in silence, confused as to why he had just been ridiculed.

They still don't know that Lindo despises those things. He can handle other things, but not sexual subjects where fetishes describe what you want. Lindo loves purity, a truly pure sexual topic if ever.

"Don't bother about him, Mighty. I will change the topic now. What do you think about the new pill that the cartel produced? It is even called the "enslaving pill" because it makes addicts more addicted to it. And do you know why it is enslaving? Because it has a limited supply."

When Mighty heard it, he couldn't help but form a cold smirk on his lips. It was truly surprising and amazing to hear it on this day.

Not only could it bring opportunity, but plenty of it rushes through his mind. The more insane he becomes, the crazier and more absurd the use of the pill becomes.

"By the way, Pherkas, did you still visit the doctor? With that scar, is it really that bad for you not to show it to us?" Mighty asked. However, Pherkas only shook his head, instantly dismissing his questions.

There are uses for bandages: to cover an open wound, hide a scar, or hide the face behind it. But just what Pherkas's intended use of it wasn't clear enough to mention, as sometimes he only wanted to wear it to hide his face.

Mighty also closed his questions in his mind because he knew he wouldn't get any answers again.

"Hehehe, if you say so, but let us do it. Test that kid and show him what was about to happen if he doesn't listen to us." Mighty stood up excitedly, his blood rushing in joy. He couldn't contain his emotions. That is why he still needs his other two companions.

Mighty was neither smart nor cunning; he only had his fist and body to repel his enemies. Even with such stupidity, he was able to gather people around him by using his assets to make them respect him.

In just a year, he was able to elevate his family to the top three gangs in Line City. With such determination and help from Pherkas and Lindo, he feels undefeatable and could challenge and control anyone.

But of course, it was just his assumption and half-assed reading of what the reality writes on each fate of the people living.

Pherkas just smirked as a few seconds later, a man in a black suit with groomed hair entered the room. He wore shades and his aura exuded that of a government agent.

Mighty and Pherkas stared at him for a few seconds and then turned to him. He isn't what they were expecting to see come and not the one that they typically like. But since he was recommended by Lindo, they should trust him.

"You are YT, right?" Pherkas asked the man who was standing with firmness and a static facial expression. The man replied with a strong "yes".

"Alright, here's your job." Pherkas handed a paper with a picture of a young man's pasted on it. As a result, YT turned to look at it, and as he realized who it was, he sighed inwardly.

'So it was decided today that the gang would handle you. I already warned him, it's not my problem anymore.' YT thought to himself before Pherkas continued talking.

***

The class had ended, and Roger was on his way to the hospital. He stood outside the school's gate, and there he waited for a taxi to pass by. But before a taxi could pass by, Taylor stood next to him with a confident smirk on his face.

It did not only irritate Roger; he made it hard to express and be seen by others. He could simply clench his teeth in annoyance because what he truly despises is someone staring at him with a cunning gaze.

That is what Roger can see from Taylor. He was thinking of a plot that might also happen today. Was it normal? It is not. He must have had something going behind his back that he wanted to send to Roger.

But whatever it was, he just shrugged it off since he didn't care what it could be. He could just take care of it.

Roger didn't mind Taylor's action, and just when a taxi passed by, Roger called for it and entered, leaving the school gate in a second.

Taylor smirked as he took out his phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and called a person, ringing his phone for a certain second.

Click.

"He has left the school, plate number xxxx taxi to the xxx street." Then another click sounded, indicating that the call had ended. And just after that, Taylor couldn't help but giggle. He chuckled then and laughed out loud that he didn't care about any of the gazes that shot at him. They were curious, concerned, worried, etc., but what could be the use of it for Taylor if he could achieve something in the next hour?

"What a truly amazing play, Roger. You dug your grave and now I will cover it for you."

Roger had already taken a taxi to the hospital where his mother was being treated. But still, no matter how many minutes have passed since he saw Taylor, that bothering action still lingers in his mind. What could be the reason for it? Even if he wanted to disregard it, that is being careless. Could it be something else? But why would he gaze at him with a smirk? Was it some sign that he had won a fight?

It is truly bothering Roger's mind. He didn't have any... wait, he had an idea of what it could be. He might have snitched on someone, possibly the Red Bulls.

Roger can remember that Taylor followed him and the man in the suit to the schoolyard.

'Possibly, he overheard the issue and tried to lick their boots by informing them of some information he knew about me.'

What is his weakness?

"That fucker." Roger hissed and clenched his fist.

"Sorry, sir?"

"Uh, nothing." He responded to the taxi driver, who was disturbed by his hiss.

'If I get evidence that you did something, Taylor, I will surely forget about the law and just kill you.'