Lance PoV
"FUCK."That was the only thing that came to mind when I finally realized who "Kira" really was.
Kira... short for Akira.The only son of Kromer Stormsword, the infamous Yakuza tycoon.
Great. Just great.Of all people, that's who I got paired with.
"I should get going now. I'll tell you the rest later," he said, already in a hurry. He fished out his phone and dialed someone."Hello? The meeting didn't take that long. Where are you? …It's fine, don't come back. I'll call someone else to fetch me. Take care of Stella."
Then he hung up.
Okay. Confirmed.He's rich. Super rich. The kind of rich who can casually call someone just to pick him up.
Meanwhile, I'd have to walk home.
Erik had already left. The only thing he gave me was a message:
'You're so slow like a turtle. I'm bored so I left. See you tomorrow, ass.'
…Yeah.Left and insulted me in one go. Classic Erik.
Kira was already gone, leaving campus, while I was still staring at my phone.
Then...
"WHO ARE YOU?!!"
A shout echoed from near the school gate.A grunt. A groan. The unmistakable sound of a struggle.
My head snapped up.
I rushed over and saw it, Kira surrounded by men in black suits.He fought back, hard, but there were too many. They forced him into a van.
"Motherfuckers! Let me—!"The door slammed shut.
That van was definitely not the one he called.
This had nothing to do with me.Absolutely nothing.
But I had just witnessed a kidnapping, and the victim was my classmate, the same guy I was talking to minutes ago.
So what did I do next?
…I followed them.
I couldn't just ignore something like that.
How did I follow them, you ask?
A bicycle. From the school.And now I was pedaling like a madman, breathing like a dog, sweat soaking my clothes.
Akira had clearly been kidnapped.
They stopped at an old building on the outskirts of the city. Men in black guarded the area.So that's why he needed a pickup.
Rich people really do live dangerous lives.No place is safe for them.
I made my decision.
I'm rescuing him.
I pulled out my phone and contacted the gang:
'SOS. Who's free?Building 40, Meadow Street, outskirts.Need backup ASAP.—GL01'
The moment I sent it, the group chat exploded.
As the leader, I rarely ask for help, and when I do, everyone answers.
They came.When I say they, I mean everyone.
Two hundred on site. Another fifty on the way.
"Boss, what's going on?" my right-hand man asked.
"Thirty minutes ago, my friend was kidnapped," I said."He's being held in that building. Armed guards inside."I looked him dead in the eye."Don't get killed and No killing, as much as possible."
"Yes, boss."
He relayed the orders, and our strategist immediately began forming a plan.
We're not just some street gang.We have structure. Systems. Strategy.We scout skilled people and turn them into assets.
"We're set, boss," Tony reported."Two hundred fifty-five members total. Ten squads, twenty members and one leader each."
He pointed to ten people."These are the officers. You're the commander."
"No," I said immediately."You command. It's too troublesome for me."I clenched my fists."My only priority is getting to him. Now."
"Yes, boss."
"Squad One," Tony announced, "your top priority is assisting the boss."
Everyone armed themselves, but I raised my hand.
"No knives. No guns."
They nodded.
"Let's move."
Each squad dispersed, silent as shadows, taking down enemies as quietly as possible.
Squad One stayed close, waiting for my signal.
When Tony confirmed it was clear, that was our cue.
This rescue mission had rules:
Rule number one: No shouting. Alerting the kidnappers means failure.Rule number two: No killing. We don't want the authorities breathing down our necks.Rule number three: What happens here stays here.Anyone who leaks a word will be punished.
No exceptions.