(V2 CHAPTER 1) Act 1

"What happened to Ethan?"

Strangely enough, Ms. Steward was blocking my path right now, pressing a difficult question.

"You probably get a grasp of the news, Ms. Steward, and that's why I don't have anything else to say to you," I said.

"You and Mr. Seid perhaps know where he went, or at least he gave both of you any last words or clue before he disappeared."

Mr. Reginald, or should I say Mr. President did indeed say farewell, and I believed his intention was to entrust the school to me and Mr. Seid. On the other hand, I'm not sure if he meant to pass on all of this explaining and clarifying this matter to school board and Student Council members to us. Well, I guess I have no other choice.

This is a real pain.

Ms. Steward was here interrogating me since practically everyone at school knew that we had interacted with Mr. Reginald before he disappeared.

The incident happened yesterday, and obviously, I should be expecting that this might happen over the course of weeks.

"I'm sorry for your expectation but as you might've guessed Ms. Steward, he didn't leave anything. Also, don't be offended but I'm just stating facts here; we don't know if he survived or not after being chased by all Organizations."

I still remember that exact moment when we heard a gunshot not too far away from the building where we were standing. Though Mr. Seid didn't pay any further attention to this matter.

"That's really awful for you to say Ms Wyte..."

"Well atleast I'm not that type person who say to you that everything was going to be alright. Nonetheless, if you have time to talk to Mr. Seid about something, I'll make a schedule for you. Remember what I've offer you about joining the Order Family? We got still empty seats for you to fill those spots. Anyway, that's for you to decide."

After I said that, she instantly felt worried. Her gaze become sad and wistful.

Later that day, we heard the news that Ms. Steward resigned from her position as Student Council Treasurer. As for the remaining two, we haven't heard of them since the President disappeared. This is undoubtedly a disaster for both the school and the students.

Several days passed, all seemed to be completely normal for the people outside, and the current issue has been resolved thanks to my mother. Impressively enough, all the reports and evidence were blocked and covered up entirely. Since fifteen organization were huge, a lot contributed to covering up the mess.

In any case, a new event was brewing when Mr. Seid entered my class shortly after the bell rang. I'm glad it's lunchtime; however, my classmates make a mistaken assumption about it. I'm planning to walk around, gather some information, and recruit for the Family, but it looks like I'm going to skip the day.

Ignoring the murmuring that surrounds us, Mr. Seid grabs my hand and attempts to drag me out of the room. I resisted and looked straight into his eyes, "What's up with you today?"

"We need to talk," he said.

"About what?" I replied.

He whispers in my ears and says, "Mr. Hunt..."

In that regard, I already knew what was going on. So I hurriedly followed him.

We stepped out of the school and straight to the spot where Mr. Kai Hunt was.

"Why did Mr. Hunt go to this place? This seems abandoned," I stated.

"I sent him a task: to take Ms. Leyand to our place since I have important things to discuss with her, but Mr. Hunt ran into some kind of mess. I wanted to see if he could quickly follow instructions."

Mr. Hunt has been meek toward Mr. Seid and to me as well since he joined and witnessed what transpired at the meeting spot incident. It was a horrifying scene, but Mr. Seid displayed power and dominance in that situation.

"I know Ms. Leyand was not present in school, but even then, I thought you had her number."

Mr. Seid is the sort of person who will go to any lengths to meet his expectations. So I doubt he'll never asks Ms. Leyand's phone number.

"I don't have her number," he stated.

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"Didn't you try asking her?"

"..."

"You know, didn't asking a girl for her number was a normal thing, Mr. Seid?"

He gave me a sidelong glance and added, "Normal thing, huh? Then giving your number to a stranger was also normal to you?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

After we have a little argument, he abruptly stops at the corner. From the far end, there was a small alley to our left, and we saw Mr. Hunt beating those three individuals who were in their miserable states. Because of their wounds and blood splattering around, the three are unable to stand on their own. From the looks of it, they seem to be in their late twenties.

"He's such a beast, like you Mr. Seid," I said casually, looking at the scene. This is a horrible sight to see, but I'm starting to get used to it, which scares me a little.

"So, why do you drag me here? Just to watch him beat those guys?" I continue.

"No, help Mr. Hunt..." he said.

"Huh?"

"..." he stared straight into my eyes without saying anything.

"...A-are you serious?" I was astounded that I could barely speak. This is characteristic of him, who always surprises me.

"What? Is there a matter? And by the way, Ms. Feild was here too."

When I look to the side, I recognize a shadow of Ms Feild.

"You are insane, you drag us just to help him beat those guys?"

"He's in our Family; therefore, you need to protect him and our reputation," he replied.

He sounded like he cared for the Order Family, but in fact, his actual nature was that he didn't care about the people around him. That's why I'm dubious about his words.

"Don't order us around like we're your pawns," I strongly objected his commands.

"Isn't this for the benefit of the Order Family? We only have you and the other two; we need to protect our name, and in order to do that, we need to assert dominance."

"Mr. Seid, as they say, not everything will be resolved using violence," I replied.

"..."

He stares at me quietly, yet he keeps peering further into my eyes, as if looking for something.

"What?" I said.

"Haaa..." He sighs and says, "As I suspected, you and Ms. Feild were persistent. Though, I call you because I want you to help me and Mr. Hunt negotiate and clear this mess."

"Negotiate... therefore not to fight? So you are testing me? What a nice way to say it."

Ms. Feild glances at us with disdain and rises from her seat. She began to relax, and I'm sure she became accustomed to this later on.

Mr. Seid didn't respond to me and went directly to Mr. Hunt. After a few steps, he starts walking faster and quicker, cracking his knuckles, and eventually gets a nice jab on one of the three guys. Mr. Hunt was undoubtedly taken aback when Mr. Seid arrived.

"W-what... Mr. Seid?" he says.

"You didn't reply after I deployed you so something definitely was off," Mr. Seid stated.

While having a conversation, he completely destroyed the limbs of the three individuals with no sign of mercy. If Mr. Hunt was a beast, then Mr. Seid was savage.

"I thought we're going to negotiate?" Ms. Feild questioned out of nowhere.

"I thought so too," I said.

On a side note, Mr. Hunt is becoming more docile and improving his patience day by day. I don't hear any sort of rumor about him anymore, but this day genuinely surprised me.

Mr. Hunt casts a peek at us, clearly surprised to find us in here. I was able to instill fear in him by looking into his eyes as if saying, {What could you have done to end up in this situation?}

He understood what I meant but defended himself, saying, "What? I remember these guys are the ones with whom I picked a fight during those recent years, and right now obviously they gang up on me, so I have no choice."

"..."

Looks like he needs to be taught additional lectures from now on. Regardless, I ignored him and focused my attention on Mr. Seid. He thrashed those individuals calmly and rashly, acting as though he had done this many times before.

"Why the heck did Mr. Seid beat those guys if he wanted to negotiate?" I wondered.

"These guys aren't simply dudes from nowhere; they were from different Families," he replied to me. "And I'm here to grab a chance for them to agree to the business proposal I'll offer in order to grow the Order Family," he continued.

"What do you mean business proposal?You didn't say anything about this."

He dismissed my question and remarked, "Ms. Zei, we need more members from now on."

According to what he stated, we need noteworthy people to complete the Order Family. However, several events occurred throughout this time, and acquiring some information was significantly disrupted.

Interestingly, I got the feeling that somebody's been staring at us for a while.

When I turned my back, a baseball bat flew directly towards my head, which I luckily dodged. However, there was a person there too who attempted to stab me with a knife, which I again barely avoided.

"What is it with these people?" I mutter, irritated.

"Ms. Wyte!" Ms. Feild is startled and runs into me.

Mr. Hunt and Mr. Seid turn around and gaze at us, stunned, but Mr. Seid remains cool.

Aside from those three deadbeats, there were more of them surrounding me and Ms. Feild. There are too many to count; we're at a disadvantage here. But based on their looks, they are most likely in their mid-twenties to late-thirties.

"This is starting to get interesting." Mr. Hunt said.

Mr. Seid paused for a moment before speaking, "I told you, we needed more members, right Ms. Zei?"

Mr. Seid didn't think twice and ran towards us, knocking one of the newer guys, and then Mr. Hunt also joined in. While all this happens, two men run straight at me. I kick his chest with full force to keep him away and avoid the other guy's strike.

This is becoming a troubling day. Because I'm being pulled into such a situation, I can't help but fight back.

"First ever fist fight of the Order Family," Mr. Hunt said excitedly, avoiding and kicking the beard man's abdomen.

"This isn't fun, Mr. Hunt," Ms. Feild stated emphatically while fleeing and escaping enemy attacks, yet she would occasionally attack them, kicking and striking everyone in their faces. Ms. Feild wasn't awful at fighting those guys, considering she was also professionally trained in martial arts, though she hates fighting people, especially killing them.

While we were attacking and protecting ourselves, someone stepped in, and a female voice echoed throughout the scene, "This fight is being recorded," as she was filming with a camera.

This woman, whom I recognize, is Lux Crest. I'm not sure what she was doing here, but I'm delighted she came to help us—or so I thought.

"I'm calling the police right now," she stated confidently as the phone began to ring. "This is now your chance to flee," she said.