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The Creeper outside the Chingsu District was like a spoiled rich man’s son who had just grown up and knew the world outside. Recklessly, Oscar formed several branch groups under his feet to expand his territory to increase his income and power, so that he could show off. But Oscar Chopper was not a war expert like Lee Mu Fei who understood how important the foundation of strength was. Oscar vigorously raised his group without thinking about the fighting abilities of the members. His brain was indeed cunning, but actually, he was not smart.

If it wasn’t because of the support from the central Creeper that was still completely under Lee Mu Fei’s control, it was certain that the Creeper under Oscar Chopper would not have survived. In fact, Afei was so done seeing Oscar’s behaviour, but he always remembered that if it weren’t because of Oscar, he might currently be working as a regular security guard at a mall or other company. If Oscar had not insisted on persuading him to cheat, perhaps Lee Mu Fei would not be the powerful and feared figure he was now. There was no way he could send much money to his family back home.

But as the days go by, Afei begin to think, was it worth it for him to keep someone like that? How long should he have to return the favour? Hadn’t Oscar taken quite a lot from the work of the two of them.. or rather could be said.. Lee Mu Fei’s alone work?

If Oscar always brought out the past, couldn’t Afei also be able to do it? If he recalled, it was actually Afei who worked hard to establish Creeper. And if he thought about it.. if he could betray the boss of Chingsu Paper who was very kind to him, why now should he feel reluctant to kick Oscar Chopper out?

***

The ringing tone rang along with a lit cell phone screen on the bed. The ringing tone continued to play, but never picked up because the room was empty.

Not long after, a muscular-body man with a back full of Egyptian tattoos came out of the bathroom door of the room. Water was still dripping from his hair, rolling down the curves of his uncovered muscles because he was only covered by a towel at his bottom part.

Actually, when in the bathroom earlier, Frank Duk had heard that his cell phone was ringing. But his shower was almost finished so he decided to let it be for a while.

.....

Frank reached for the cell phone that was lying on his bed. It was a missed call from Louis Rough, one of the men he sent to spy and find out the location of RJC’s headquarters.

Frowning, Frank called his friend back. The dial tone rang a couple of times until it finally was picked up from the opposite line.

“Louis?” Frank said right away.

A heavy gasp was heard from the other line, which Frank could read as a bad situation.

“Frank! This is... bad. We’ve been caught,” Louis said breathlessly. It looked like he just got involved in a chasing scene with the RJC members.

Frank could only be swearing by massaging his bridge nose as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Are you okay? How about Justin?” he asked.

“We both managed to escape. But.. this might be a problem. I’m really sorry.” Louis said with the noise of the busy highway in the background.

Frank nodded, “It’s okay. You’ve worked hard. Now go home and don’t hang around just yet. Maybe the RJC men are looking for you. Thanks for helping me,”

Frank didn’t think that his plans would fall apart. Like what Ian and Calvin said, RJC couldn’t be underestimated. He knew that in the future, the problem would get worse and they had to completely remake their plans because of this failure. If possible, they should speak privately to Marcel Douglas. But if the man refused to cooperate, then war would be inevitable.

**

A room with lots of old radio equipment was soundless even though there were several men in it. The atmosphere was quite tense. It was because Frank had just informed them about the problem of their mission.

“In the end, we still have to fight,” Ian said.

“But is the group really that strong?” Nicko asked.

Frank nodded, “They use the former cinema building on Finestell Street as their base office. It’s a fairly large building, three times bigger than Hell Gate’s main base. There may be around seven hundred or so members in it. Louis said those men are very good at fighting. Our boys couldn’t even break through the gatekeepers.”

“Looks like Marcel has no reason to have a nice talk with us. With that kind of strength, he must be confident that he can beat all of us, that he’ll choose the fight.” Troy replied.

“I’ll try to talk to Marcel and tell him the reason why we’re spying on his group,” Calvin said. “I’ll go to the base alone,”

“Alone?” Troy repeated. “Are you nuts? You could be killed in there, you idiot,”

“Troy’s right. You’ll be minced there.” Martin nodded.

“If we come in groups, it would be like we are challenging them to a fight. I don’t think RJC is that cowardly to gang up on one person who comes to talk to the leader. Even though this is a harsh dark world, gangsters still have ethics.” Ian cut thoughtfully.

What Ian said made the others pause while nodding in understanding. It wasn’t weird that he could be the brain of Jita Kyoei. Ian’s insight was indeed very broad. He could think like a professional gangster. And keep in mind, that since the beginning, Jita Kyoei was never formed to be a group of gangsters. They never run any business and seek profit or power.

After finishing the discussion, the men came out of the room that they had secretly made into a special base on campus. Actually, long ago, it was the room that Calvin always used to study the 31.7 AM radio broadcast. However, since he started working with Jita Kyoei, he invited the group to make the abandoned room their temporary base.

Calvin left the room first because he had other business related to his lectures. With rather quick steps, he walked down the stairs but stopped when he was almost at the intersection of the second and third floors. Calvin stared intently at someone who seemed to be walking up the stairs in the opposite direction from him.

Wasn’t this an unbelievable coincidence? Marcel shifted his body to block Calvin’s way and stepped up to force Calvin back until they ended up facing each other on the third floor.

Calvin wasn’t trying to fight Marcel. If fate really brought them together now, wouldn’t that be better for him because he had planned to have a private talk with the leader of RJC in the first place? Calvin could also see that it seemed that Marcel already knew that he was working with Jita Kyoei. It seemed that it was that easy for Marcel to find information about the people he was targeting.

“I thought you were a hero. But it seems you are also tempted by other people’s treasures, huh?” Marcel said with a crooked smile.

Hearing Marcel who seemed to have misunderstood, Calvin instantly chuckled, “You seem to have misunderstood me. Sorry, but I’m not so depressed that I have to target other people’s money.”

“Then why are you targeting my group?” Marcel asked. “I can’t even believe you guys have to do it in secretly despite attending the same university as me.” he chuckled condescendingly.

Calvin replied with a thin smile. He wasn’t the type of man to get easily tempered just by hearing himself being insulted by the enemy, “You can say whatever you want. But I’ll tell you one thing. Don’t think that we don’t know that RJC’s work is detrimental to other people.”

Marcel glared at Calvin, “Our business has nothing to do with you. So, better find another group for you to disturb before you regret looking for trouble with RJC.”

“What your group is doing has a lot to do with our group, unfortunately.” Suddenly, Troy’s voice came from the top of the stairs.

Marcel looked back and saw that all the core members of Jita Kyoei were stepping down and walking toward him at a leisurely pace. He smiled crookedly, “Ah.. What a coincidence. Or.. this is also part of your cowardly plans?” he said.

At Jardin University, Marcel Douglas was known as Prince Bold or PB. Not a single ordinary student knew that PB was actually the leader of a gangster group. PB was known as a beautiful man with great fashion sense and a friendly fun personality. He had no supervision from his group members while he was on campus. At Jardin University, Marcel Douglas was just an ordinary student.

But today, Marcel was surrounded by Jita Kyoei and Calvin Lee, who somehow suddenly targeted his group. Marcel actually felt quite burdened by knowing that there was another group, besides the Creepers, that wished for RJC’s destruction.