The delicate and thin blond boy is walking on the street. Compared with the powerlessness that he once had, he now looks confident and calm.
"Today's sun is really disgusting." He looked at the bright sunshine and raised his hands to cover his eyes, his green eyes full of disgust.
He hates the sun.
The sun seemed to hurt him even when it hit him.
I once had to wear long sleeves all year round because of the scars left on my body from being beaten.
Nowadays, because the sun is too hot, I wear long sleeves to protect myself from the sun.
He turned around and walked towards the dark alley.
"Brother Nikaido, welcome back." The group of younger brothers who had recently been subdued stood on both sides of the alley and bowed respectfully and shouted loudly.
"The people have been brought here. Brother Nikaido, how do you want to deal with it?" The representative of the younger brothers stood up and spoke.
One thing about Japanese bad guys is pretty good. As long as you defeat them, they will bring their younger brothers to join you.
"Let's give him a beating first. Don't beat him to death, just half-dead." The blond boy looked at the figures huddled in the corner with calm eyes.
It looked like he had been beaten, but I didn't see it, so it didn't count.
"Brother Nikaido, please sit down." The younger brothers brought a chair from nowhere and placed it behind him, saying respectfully.
So the blond boy sat down, crossed his legs, and smiled as he watched the crowd beat up the figures in the corner.
Not long ago, the figure huddled there and being beaten, expressing compassion, seemed to be himself.
Destiny is such a fickle thing.
"You should smoke." He said looking at the delinquents around him.
"Do you need it? I have it here." A boy immediately handed over the cigarette with both hands.
"No, I don't need it, give it to them." The blond boy pointed at the figures in the corner.
"Leave some marks on them, you must be very skilled." He said.
The bad guys looked at each other and quickly understood what he meant.
Cigarettes, in addition to being used for smoking, can also be used to leave small traces on people.
They also do the usual thing of pressing lit cigarettes on others.
"We understand what you mean." The bad guys said confidently.
The blond boy looked at all this and stood up.
He slowly walked up to the people who were being beaten.
"Do you know how those people disappeared before?" The blond boy lowered his head, stepped on the hand of one of them, crushed it, and asked softly.
How could someone come to him without fear of death after those few people disappeared?
He looked at these people prostrate in front of him and suddenly wanted to laugh.
So he actually laughed.
"Don't appear in front of me again." He said after laughing.
"Let's go." He seemed to have lost interest in this farce and left the alley.
The remaining delinquents looked at each other and did not catch up.
The blond boy was walking alone on the street, still looking like a good student.
"Nikaido Takuichi, here is a letter from you." A man in black stood in front of the mailbox and shouted to him.
"My letter?" The blond boy stepped forward with a confused tone.
Would anyone still write to him?
He took the envelope and the man left quickly without saying a word.
The blond boy opened the envelope, and inside there was a piece of white letter paper with a simple sentence written on it.
[Transfer to Class B of Didan Year 2.]
There is also a black mobile phone.
Nikaido Takuichi, or Migru, grabbed the letter paper and cell phone and returned home.
"I want to transfer to another school." He said to his parents.
"How about you endure it a little longer..." The woman's expression was sad.
"I'm just informing you." The blond boy's face remained unchanged and his tone was strong.
He no longer cares what they think.
If you care too much about what they think, you will only be hurt.
The couple's breathing suddenly became stagnant.
Their son...
It seemed that something suddenly changed somewhere unknown to them.
It has become completely opposite to what it used to be.
"Where are you going?" the man asked.
"Didan Middle School, please contact the school for me." The blond boy said this and went upstairs.
The couple looked at his back and lowered their eyes.
Although they live under the same roof, their children have developed a habit of shutting themselves in a room alone and refusing to communicate with them.
They uniformly classified this behavior as the rebellious period.
"Didan High School...is something going to happen?" Migru returned to the room, sat at the desk, and turned on his phone.
What asked him to transfer to another school was probably an order from that organization, or rather... an order from Master Caol.
He looked at the turned-on mobile phone, which was no different from an ordinary mobile phone. It didn't even have extra software.
[You can pay more attention to the new teacher when you go to Didan. She will definitely be happy to help students who are bullied at school.——cahors]
A text message appears on the phone screen.
Migru's eyes lit up.
Can be used to contact Lord Cahor!
The new teacher Cahor-sama was talking about...
What qualifications do you have to arouse Lord Cahor's idea?
If you kill the other party...
Will it attract Lord Cahor's attention?
The blond boy thought jealously and darkly.
Find a way to kill the opponent.
…
"Migru has received the mission, where is Belmode?" Shuji Tsushima put down his cell phone and asked Brandy beside him.
"I neglected my duty and forgot to inform the other party." The man with black hair and red eyes lowered his head and said.
"Forget it, I asked Whiskey to inform her." Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa with a lazy expression.
Belmod would probably be happy to accept this mission.
after all……
Both of her angels are there.
Even if I crawl, I will crawl over to protect them.
…
"Didan High School...FBI investigator Judy Starling hid her identity and sneaked in as a teacher..."
"The organization decided to send me to get rid of her?"
The blonde girl curled her lips and smiled beautifully.
"Keep an eye on her first and see what the FBI guys are doing." Whiskey's voice was low and steady.
"I know." The blonde smiled and accepted the task easily.
After hanging up the phone, his expression changed.
Didan High School...
The school where angels read.
Even if you don't take the task, the organization will send someone else to take it.
Their tone of voice might make other lunatics in the organization discover them, so they might as well do it themselves.
Why do those idiots from the FBI hide their identities and enter Emperor Dan?
Even organizations are paying attention.
You still have to find a way to kill the opponent as soon as possible.
Let the organization's attention be removed as soon as possible.
The blonde girl thought this while slowly showing an ambiguous smile.
As if thinking about some lover.
No one could have imagined that what she was thinking about in her heart was how to kill someone.